The sun beat down mercilessly on desert sands that stretched for miles in any direction, which in turn released waves of heat distortion, making the sands seem alive with movement. A single Zoid barreled across these sands, scattering the waves and launching an impressive dust cloud into the sky. Beholden of any remarkable features, lacking even the base armor, the mechanical creature was nearly unidentifiable. Stranger still, it seemed to blink out of sight every other moment as well as falling off of radar. A single blade hung off the right side of the feline Zoid, weathered a chipped, but every bit as dangerous as when it was new.
The speeding creature altered its' path, bearing slightly more eastern, until it crested a large sand dune, at the bottom of which lay several destroyed Zoids, half buried in the fine tan sand. Claws dug into the sand as the Zoid slid down hill, slowly coming to a stop at the bottom, near the body of a felled Shield Liger. The cockpit of the unidentified feline Zoid sprung open with a rusty squeal, and a man stepped out, planting worn and torn boots on the nose of his Zoid. He turned and shut the canopy carefully, eyes squinting as, for a moment, the suns bright reflection hit him square in the face. The man grimaced as he snapped a pair of polarized goggles over his eyes, careful not to get any of his shaggy long hair trapped in the process. A single hand dug in a large pocket on his cargo shorts, pulling out a simple, compact tape measure, and the man proceeded to take measurements on a panel of Zoids canopy, which was riddled with bullet holes, and threatening to simply shatter at any moment. Plus, the air leaking through at high speeds was simply turning the cockpit into a whirlwind.
After a few moments the man seemed satisfied and nimbly climbed down the leg of his Zoid, and began his trek over to the Liger, hoping to scavenge a new panel at the least. Within moments, the pilot had climbed the frame of the Shieldy, and within the better part of an hour, had a nice piece of flat glass paneling flopped out on the sand, as well as a scattering of various other parts, and while guns and armor were always at the top of every pilots list, this particular pilot was after the one thing every pilot needed.
"AIR CONDITIONING!"
The young man jumped for joy, hefting a somewhat large blower motor he had yanked from under the console of the perished Liger Zoid.
"It's about time I've had a little luck."
The man slid down from the half-buried Zoid, and threw the motor down next to his other treasures; a few emergency meal kits, as well as some two-part resin for quick and dirty repairs. The bandits, were, if anything well prepared. He snagged one of the meal kits and trekked back to his own Zoid, and camped in the shade, propped up against one of the large metal legs, and began to snack on some kind of protein bar, followed with slow sips of water from a sealed pouch. Goggled eyes turned back to the Shield Liger, with thoughts of how to rig up the shield system to his own Zoid.
WordCount: 554
RPC: 5
EDITS: Color coding issue and Wordcount added.
The speeding creature altered its' path, bearing slightly more eastern, until it crested a large sand dune, at the bottom of which lay several destroyed Zoids, half buried in the fine tan sand. Claws dug into the sand as the Zoid slid down hill, slowly coming to a stop at the bottom, near the body of a felled Shield Liger. The cockpit of the unidentified feline Zoid sprung open with a rusty squeal, and a man stepped out, planting worn and torn boots on the nose of his Zoid. He turned and shut the canopy carefully, eyes squinting as, for a moment, the suns bright reflection hit him square in the face. The man grimaced as he snapped a pair of polarized goggles over his eyes, careful not to get any of his shaggy long hair trapped in the process. A single hand dug in a large pocket on his cargo shorts, pulling out a simple, compact tape measure, and the man proceeded to take measurements on a panel of Zoids canopy, which was riddled with bullet holes, and threatening to simply shatter at any moment. Plus, the air leaking through at high speeds was simply turning the cockpit into a whirlwind.
After a few moments the man seemed satisfied and nimbly climbed down the leg of his Zoid, and began his trek over to the Liger, hoping to scavenge a new panel at the least. Within moments, the pilot had climbed the frame of the Shieldy, and within the better part of an hour, had a nice piece of flat glass paneling flopped out on the sand, as well as a scattering of various other parts, and while guns and armor were always at the top of every pilots list, this particular pilot was after the one thing every pilot needed.
"AIR CONDITIONING!"
The young man jumped for joy, hefting a somewhat large blower motor he had yanked from under the console of the perished Liger Zoid.
"It's about time I've had a little luck."
The man slid down from the half-buried Zoid, and threw the motor down next to his other treasures; a few emergency meal kits, as well as some two-part resin for quick and dirty repairs. The bandits, were, if anything well prepared. He snagged one of the meal kits and trekked back to his own Zoid, and camped in the shade, propped up against one of the large metal legs, and began to snack on some kind of protein bar, followed with slow sips of water from a sealed pouch. Goggled eyes turned back to the Shield Liger, with thoughts of how to rig up the shield system to his own Zoid.
WordCount: 554
RPC: 5
EDITS: Color coding issue and Wordcount added.