Zoids: Fuzors Reborn!
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids
(A/N: Well, Fuzors has to get some love at some point. This takes place two years after the end of Guardian Force, and a month after the end of Fuzors. Enjoy.)
Strange encounters of the weird kind.
Van's head hurt, and he felt dizzy. What's more, a bright, white light was shinning straight into his eyes, burning them even though his eyelids were shut. Actually, his entire body as burning, which is what he felt anyways, as well as feeling sore, and in pain. But really got to him was that light. Shutting his eyes even tighter, he moved his right hand to cover his face, and heard a voice say,
"He's moving!" This voice annoyed Van, as it was loud and whiny, and it sounded like someone was blasting a trumpet into his ear. He gave a groan, as he tried to move his hands to cover his ears, trying to shield them from all the beating sounds, and the sound of buzzing lights. He groaned again, as the light burned his eyes unprotected eyes.
"Ugh…" Van managed to groan, feeling no power in his body to move, let alone open his eyes. His hands remaining idle at his side.
"Look, he moved!" came the whiny voice again. If only Van could open his eyes, he would strangle the neck of the owner of that voice. It was so loud and whiny.
"SHUT UP!" Van's mind barked at the noise and at the whiny voice. However, seeing as it was only a thought, it only traveled to the edge of his head, and vanished. Van tried to move his lips to speak, but he could barley move them. He felt drained, and that light was burning his tightly closed eyes. Suddenly, a new feeling entered Van. A burning of his throat, for it felt raw and sore.
"W-W-W-Wa-Wa-Wat… Wate- Water…" Van managed to say in a low voice, as he heard the whiny voice speak again.
"Water! Get him water." The voice said. Van wanted to say shut up, but he figured it be a waste of his already limited energy.
"Water, got it." A female voice said to the whiny voice. This voice was not as whiny or high pitched as the male voice, and was generally, less annoying to Van's ears. Before he could mouth or find something to moan about, he felt a plastic tube being shoved between his lips, and the cool feeling of water running down his throat, healing it and killing off the flame that was in his throat.
"T-T-Tha-Thank… you." Van was able to say in a tiny voice, as he heard the female voice let out a small giggle.
"Your welcome." It said, as he felt something cold land on his forehead. A wet rag. The coolness of the rag lowered the burning in Van's body some, but he was still in pain. And lots of pain. A groan escaped his lips, as well as an arch in his back.
"Just stay there." Another, though deep, voice said. "Your ok."
"O-O-O-Ok…" Van muttered again.
"Please, don't speak either." Another female voice said, though in a lighter tone. He felt someone's hand rub his head, and, mainly due to the pain, he blacked out slowly into sleep.
"Is he asleep?" a kids voice asked, though Van was asleep before his brain could identify this voice as annoying or calm. Regardless, Van soon found himself asleep. Surprisingly, no weird dreams popped into his head. For he was dreaming he was at the controls of his Blade Liger, running across a large barren wasteland, heading towards a light. A big, bright, light… a light? Wouldn't that mean…
"Hey!" a voice said, somehow startling Van into jolting right up, wide-eyed with fear. He took a few gasps of air, and looked around at his surroundings. He was in a medium sized office of sorts, for there was a desk, chair, and a large window at the east side of the window. Van noted, along with the fish tank, that he was in the center of this room, sitting on a couch. A table was by him, piled high with magazines and holding an empty coffee cup, and another couch, where a man sat. The man was sitting crossed-legged, a magazine, with a girl in a bikini on the cover, in his hands. He had short orange hair that seemed to be slopping back, and was wearing a blue jacket with a blue shirt underneath. He looked plain, though Van's lack of vision held him back from making any good detailing.
"Well, your awake." The man said, lowering his magazine to look at Van.
"Am I dead?" was the first thing Van asked, causing the man too tilt his head, and give Van a funny look.
"No, you're not dead."
"Where am I then?" Van asked his voice still rasped and sore.
"Um, Mach Storm headquarters." The man replied. "Mind me asking, but who are you?"
"V-Van… Flyheight…" Van said in-between gasps of air, his left hand clutching his chest.
"Um, you ok?" the man asked, scooting to the edge of the seat of the blue couch.
"No…" Van weakly said, tumbling over, and landing on his head. "Ow…" he said in his rasped voice. The man leaped from his seat to get a hold of Van, and gently helped him lay back on the couch.
"Take it easy man…" the orange haired man said, giving Van a quick look over. Van was wearing a two-piece suit with a pants part and shirt part. The shirt consists of two colors, with the center of the shirt being grey/blue, with red around the neck and shoulders. There was a grey/blue square on each arm part as well. The shirt also has two yellow/orange color ovals on each shoulder. The pants part had two colors, grey/blue and brown. The center of the pants was a grey/blue color, with brown surrounding the rest. A loose set of brown fabric with a white trim surrounded the pants, giving the looks of a skirt. The outfit parts connect at the center of the body, though a gapping hole in the center of the outfit exposed Van's abdomen.
While the outfit did look odd, the man just shook the thought out of his mind, and returned to his seat, picking up the magazine, and raising it to his face.
"You married?" the man asked, reading his magazine. Van slowly tilted his right arm, and laid it flat, looking at the gold ring on his ring finger, just above his leather glove.
"Ya…" Van mustered, tilting his head back to get into a better position of rest.
"I see…" the man muttered.
"What's your name?"
"Sigma." Sigma replied, still looking over his magazine
"Sigma huh? Tell me then, how did I get here… ow" Van asked. He heard a rustle of pages, knowing that Sigma was flipping pages of the magazine.
"Don't know. You might want to ask RD that. He found you."
"Found me?" Van asked, tilting his head to see the reading Sigma.
"Yeah. He was on an assignment, and just found you lying in the desert next to a Blade Liger."
"Did he find others?" Van meekly asked. Sigma sighed, and lowered the magazine in front of him, allowing Van to squint, seeing an ad, "new Leoblaze, only 400!" read the ad. Van's mind was not really on what a Leoblaze was. "Did he?"
"No." Sigma sighed.
"Oh…" Van said, gulping back and feeling the burn of his throat.
"Yup, sorry." Sigma replied, crossing his legs, and bringing the magazine back to his face to read some more. Van just breathed a painful sigh, and laid his head back on the hard, blue couch. It was not comfortable at all, but it was not rock hard, just stale bread hard. It felt like time was just slowly tickling away. Every once in awhile, Sigma would turn a page, and make a small grumble to himself. Aside from that and the ticking sound the round clock made, nothing else happened. Van could not decide if it was the pain of his body, or that pain of boredom that got to him. However, he finally spoke.
"Where's my Liger?"
"Hanger." Sigma replied, pointing his thumb at the only door in the office. "Of course, you should wait till your better before wandering around." He added, lifting up a coffee cup, and frowning when he saw it was empty. "Guess I have to get more." He groaned, placing the magazine down, and getting up. "You want anything?"
"Water." Van replied.
"Ok, how bout something to eat?"
"Whatever works." Van groaned, twitching his left arm a bit to make sure it still worked.
"Ok." Sigma said, leaving the office, coffee cup in hand. Van sighed another painful sigh, and rested his head, but his ears perked upon hearing the door slide open again.
"That was fast." Van thought, turning his head around to see if Sigma had returned. Instead of seeing the orange haired man with water and coffee, he was greeted by a very muscular man with reddish hair, sharp eyebrows, a red mustache, and was dressed in something a Viking would wear.
"RD! RD! Where are you RD!" the Viking called out into the room in a gruff voice, looking for this RD. Instead, he saw a pale-faced Van. "Have you seen RD?" he asked in his thick accent.
"Uhh… no…" Van replied in a meek and rough voice, his throat dying of lack of water.
"Oh, I see. You have not seen RD. Err, by the way, who are you?" the man asked, leaning in to look at Van.
"Van Flyheight…" Van said meekly, sliding his head back away from the Viking.
"Oh, Van Flyheight!" the Viking said cheerfully and boasting. "You must be a new member of Mach Storm."
"No? You are not a member of Mach Storm?"
"No… and what's Mach Storm?"
"You don't know who Mach Storm is?" the Viking asked surprised.
"As I said, no." Van replied, watching the Viking take a seat on the opposite couch. He crossed his arms and legs, and leaned his head in.
"Mach Storm is the greatest Zi Fighting team on the planet Zi. We thought we could beat them once, but we proved no match for them. That RD, he is the greatest Zoid pilot ever!"
"Err…" Van was confused now. First off, he was the greatest Zoid warrior on Zi. Second, what is a Zi Fighter? Seeing as a 200 pound Viking was sitting right in front of him, he guessed to be a good option to just ask what a Zi Fighter was. "What's a Zi Fighter?" Van asked, causing the Vikings head to jerk straight up in shock, and stare at Van. Maybe mentioning the first part would have been better.
"You do not know whats a Zi Fighter is? Where have you been for the past century?"
"I'd like to know myself…" Van muttered, as the Viking appeared right beside him, lifted him up by his shoulders, and shook him.
"A Zi Fighter is a Zoids pilot!" the Viking said, shaking Van wildly. At this time, as fate would have it, Sigma walked into the room.
"Hey Van I got your…" he started to speak, but instead, he crossed his face at the sight of a Viking shaking Van wildly. "Um, Vareth?" He asked, his eyebrows twitching. The Viking, Vareth, still shaking Van, turned his head to look at Sigma.
"Hello Sigma, have you seen RD around?" Vareth, still shaking Van, whom was now unconscious.
"Ya, he, Sweet, and Matt just head to the store, and the rest of the team is out doing something. Why are you shaking Van?" he pointing at the poor man in Vareth's grip.
"Oh, silly me." Vareth said, releasing his grip on Van, whom landed on the couch with a thud, still out like a lamp.
"Um, Vareth, so, where's the rest of your team, mind me asking." Sigma replied, walking over to the two, and placing the coffee mug and water bottle on the table.
"Oh, they are on a mission. A super-secret mission."
"Ok… so, why are you here then?"
"Because I was going to see if RD wanted to help on the super-secret mission."
"Err, well, if you want him to ask him, you can wait around. Or I can take a message for you."
"It is fine, I will wait." Vareth said sitting down on the same couch Van was laying on, crushing Van's feet. Van yelped in pain, and then went back to being in a coma-like state. After a few hours, a blue haired teen, a brown haired girl, and a small, black haired boy entered the room. Sigma looked up at them; while Vareth had his eyes shut and head down, asleep.
"Man, what took you guys so long?" Sigma asked, putting down his magazine.
"A stupid Gustav was in the road. Driver didn't know no Zoids were allowed on the roadway." The blue haired teen said, noticing Vareth sitting on the couch, crushing Van' legs. The brown haired girl also noticed this, and sighed.
"Vareth's back again?" she groaned.
"Yup." Sigma replied, as Vareth began to stir. Raising his head and yawning, he turned to look at the blue haired teen.
"Ah, RD!" Vareth said, getting off the couch, and Van's broken legs.
"My legs…" Van croaked.
"Hey Vareth…" RD replied, looking at the crushed man writhing in pain on the couch. "He ok?" RD asked, pointing to Van.
"Ya, he's fine." Sigma replied, as the brown haired girl, named Sweet walked over to Van's side. "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly. Van just groaned a response.
"So, Vareth, what did you need to see me about?" RD asked, as the kid, Matt, walked over to his side.
"I was wondering if you want to come on a super-secret mission."
"But if you're telling us, wouldn't it not be secret then?" Matt asked.
"I said its super-secret!" Vareth barked back, causing the young boy to cower behind RD. RD looked at the boy, then back at Vareth.
"I'll join to." Came Van's voice, causing everyone to look at him, confused.
"You? Why?" Sigma asked.
"Because… I want to…" he replied, sitting up. Vareth looked at Van, then back at RD.
"Sure, why not." He said in his usual gruff voice. "We shall all go on the super-secret mission!" he added the last part by slapping RD's back, causing him to collapse over. "Opps, I guess I don't know my own strength." Vareth said in a laugh.
"Welcome to my world." Van muttered, getting to his feet. "Now, Vareth, what is the mission?"
"I SAID IT WAS SUPER-SECRET!" Vareth replied in a yell.