The Treaty of Zi was signed by the Helic Republic and the Guylos Empire on June 20th, 2124. This treaty also detailed war reparations that included the creation of an autonomous third party authority (similar to NATO, but with privately owned armed forces), the Guardian Force. Though not a part of the war reparations, the...
The description of the Guardian Force is meant to sound overly positive, not unlike an abridged version of what you might find in a Helic Republic middle school textbook; for the Wasteland or political skeptic or ex-politician perspective, please contact Irvine or Fiona or Prozen, respectively.
You can probably find Van somewhere in the Wasteland, attempting to 'clean up' what damage he feels he has caused. He most likely won't be easy to contact until he returns from this tour. I honestly think keeping an eye out for Fiona is a better idea for the short term -- she'll be back in town some time next week.
Special thanks to Rhodes, Plink, and Ibeyla for helping me get this headcanon up and running!
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ooc: hey guys! I'm feeling a little better, but I'm having trouble focusing on replies. I ended up developing walking pneumonia, which I'm still recovering from. I'll try to get Relics and the Amnesia replies done as soon as possible, and then Alex's reply and the m!a as that's been in my drafts for a while. I've got a few more threads but I'm just having trouble focusing. I hope you all understand!
"Do you have any idea where we are now, Fury?" this was quite the mess. Neither pilot nor Zoid had any idea where they were, and had wandered through the seemingly endless wastes for two days. They were both exhausted, and had yet to see another soul, human or Zoid alike. How they got there was anyone's guess; all they remembered was a bright flash, before they woke up in this strange place. It was foreign to the young pilot, but oddly familiar to Quasar.
{"I think so; it looks familiar but I'm not certain"} the saurian Zoid rumbled quietly, swinging his head back and forth as optics and radar scanned the horizon for any sort of landmark. His footfalls were muffled somewhat by the sand, and although things seemed quiet he was on high alert; they were in an unknown land, completely exhausted, and there was no telling who or what was lurking around out of sight. The glittering Zoid came to a brief stop, letting out a puff of heated air as he tried to get his bearings. That was when there was a slight ping on the radar. Another Zoid. Quasar went on high alert, but his pilot had other ideas, opening a link to the now-identified Helcat without a second thought.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where we are? My partner and I are kinda lost."
It was quiet, with darkness filling the house while snow from an early winter storm fluttered down outside the frosted windowpanes. The only sounds came from the occasional clicking of Sladeâs claws as he darted about, chasing imaginary mice in the shadows of the partly decorated Christmas tree. Both Organoids were curled up on the couch, Shadow only half-asleep as she monitored the doors and her partner in the upstairs bedroom. She was still adjusting to having the Zoidian woman and her Organoid in the house, but she welcomed their presence. She recognized it as something Raven needed.
He had described it as love. Love was a foreign concept to the Organoid; she understood the sort of love shared between mothers and offspring, but between mates? That was different altogether. Organoids pairs usually didnât display this love, with males being chased off early on in feral populations like the one she hailed from, so she merely interpreted it as some sort of human or Zoidian custom that was beyond her understanding.
Like clockwork every night, Raven started to have a nightmare, and tonight was no exception. She could sense it, even from across the house. She started to get up off of the couch to go and check on her hatchling, but stopped mid-action. The Organoid tilted her head a bit, as if listening, before slowing laying back down on the couch and curling up. Her eyes remained open for several minutes, and after she determined all was well she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
âRaven? Raven, wake up.â Another nightmare. The Imperialâs eyes opened slowly, blinking as his vision came into focus. It took a moment for him to register that this was reality, and he only moved when his shoulder was gently shaken. He had recognized Reeseâs presence before she even touched him. It was something he couldnât quite explain; he had been able to sense people all his life, and he had a feeling it wasnât entirely normal. He would worry about it another time.
âIâm awake.â Raven was almost startled at the sound of his own voice, quiet and broken as it was. Tonight had be particularly bad, the nightmare consisting mostly of the shattered fragments of memory following Razorâs death at the hands of Flyheight. Even though everything was a muddled mess of colors and sounds it affected him just as badly, if not more so, than the vivid nightmares of Shadow and his parentsâ deaths. It was something he couldnât begin to describe in words, and the fact that he had little recollection of it made it that much harder on him.
Without another word the pilot pushed himself up off of the bed, sitting up properly. He quickly wiped his face on his sleeve, knowing immediately that he had been crying. Reese had seen it, he was sure of it, but the two had come to a silent agreement of sorts to not mention it aloud. He just sat on the edge of the bed, inspecting his hand idly. He felt the warmth of the blood before the pain; he must have clenched his hand into a fist in his sleep and tore the scar open once again.
â⌠sorry if I woke you up.â his voice was almost back to normal, his gaze not wavering from his bleeding hand as he heard Reese get up from the other side of the bed and go into the attached restroom. One of her sapphire Mini-Sworders alighted on his knee; normally he would have jumped, but now he just watched it with an idle sort of interest. Tiny, jeweled red eyes glowed faintly in the dark, wings fluttering with a quiet metallic rustle as it swiveled its head about, as if looking for something. Without giving it much thought, Raven brought his scarred hand to it, tapping one of its thin legs with a bloodied finger. The metallic insect immediately clamored onto it, little metal claws scrambling to find purchase. He lifted it to eye level, holding it out a little bit so the moonlight shining in through the window caught it better. Even though he had seen them around the house ever since Reese returned, he had never actually looked at them before. They looked so delicate, so fragile, it was a wonder they were so powerfulâ
The tiny Zoid spread its wings and suddenly buzzed away, Reese sitting down next to the pilot on the edge of the bed, medical supplies in hand. A glance over at the Zoidian caught her expression; she was smirking, no doubt amused at having caught him interested in one of the insects that usually bothered him so. Raven exhaled a bit sharply, letting his hand fall to his side. âI just wanted it off of me.â he muttered a bit, looking away to the window. Even though he wasnât looking anymore, he could just tell she was still smirking at him.
âOf course, dear.â there was the slightest bit of teasing in her voice; she had learned over the past months that in times like this, talking about anything other than the nightmares seemed to help him to calm down. âYou were just moving it.â as she spoke, she pulled out some gauze and wrappings from the medical kit. Raven offered her his hand without looking from the window; this was such a common occurrence, it was almost second nature to the both of them.
âWell I was.â Raven huffed a bit, not moving as she started to clean the scar. One upside of the nerve damage was that he didnât feel any pain during times like this. âBesides I know you donât like it when I smash them.â it was more of a tease than anything; he hadnât actually hurt any of them since the night she had returned his memories. He could tell the Zoidian had rolled her eyes without having to look to her. âSo I figured I would try and move it instead.â she was soon finished with cleaning up the blood, and was placing a pad of gauze over the torn scar. Raven had trouble tending to his scar, as looking at it, especially after a bad nightmare, tended to bring back more unwanted memories.
âSure, sure. Iâll take your word for it, lon dubh.â she replied jokingly using one of his Zoidian nicknames, wrapping up his hand to prevent him from tearing it any further. Within a minute or two she was finished. Raven pulled his hand back and looked it over a bit blankly; it wasnât that he didnât trust her work, it was more just accepting that he had someone to do this for him after spending so long tending to it himself. After a moment he let his hand rest at his side once more, looking out at the moons. The clouds were thinning and the snowfall had diminished, letting the pale blue-white glow of the moons shine through.
â⌠its beautiful out tonight, isnât it, t-ĂŠan gorm?â it was a somewhat sudden statement, a sign he was trying very hard not to think about his nightmare. He subconsciously found her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to reassure himself that she was really there. Reese responded by intertwining her fingers with his and leaning against his side; they were at the point that they could communicate and figure out what the other needed without words.
Physical contact was one of the few things that solidly affirmed in his mind that he was awake. He had spent so long on his own following that ill-fated fight against Van that just feeling the warmth of another near him and listening to them breathe and to their heartbeat was enough to calm him down almost instantly, no matter how bad the nightmares got. Shadow had tried to her best to stand in for this while they were on their own, but an Organoid was no human and she had known that despite her best efforts it wouldnât be the same. It had worked well enough, but this, this was different.
Many nights had been spent like this, in contented silence watching the moons through the window. Most of the times it was because of Ravenâs nightmares or insomnia, but sometimes Reese had her own nightmares and Raven would stay up with her until she managed to fall back asleep. It was this quiet understanding of one another that allowed them both to deal with their nightmares and fears. Tonight, however, was a little different. Ever since being woken from the nightmare there had been a strange nagging at the back of his mind. Sometimes those nightmares were of things beyond his ability to remember, even with Reeseâs help, and those forgotten memories would try to manifest even though it was impossible. Tonight was one of those times, although it was stronger than usual. He felt like he needed to do something.
â⌠thank you, Reese.â the words seemed to just appear of their own accord, the pilot speaking them before he even realized they were there, âFor helping me.â He wasnât even sure what he was talking about; at first he thought it was for bandaging his scar, but he quickly realized this was tied to his memories, or rather, to that nightmare, because as soon as he said it that nagging feeling vanished. He just needed to say it even if the reason for why he needed to say it escaped him. Maybe Reese knew why, as he felt her grip on his hand tighten slightly as she leaned against him more, her free hand grasping his sleeve. Maybe someday heâd be able to remember just what had happened, but until then, a simple thanks would have to do. He just hoped it was enough.
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"... Shadow?" Where had that Organoid run off to now? "Shadow, where are you?" This was entirely out of the Organoid's character. She rarely disobeyed him, and even when she did he had given her good reason to, so this was extremely unusual. Alarm bells went off in the pilot's mind as he tried to mentally reach out to her. He felt her presence within moments, but she was not in the house. She was outside for whatever reason. A strange sort of apprehension gripped at his heart as he put on his shoes, immediately heading towards the door, hair still wet from just getting out of the shower.
/Hatchling, come quickly/ Shadow's smooth voice broke his muddled thoughts, giving him a moment of clarity. Her voice was light and didn't have a single hint of agitation to it, but it was rushed and excitable. That was a tone he rarely heard her take. Without even bothering to grab his gloves he rushed out of the house, still pulling down his shirt as he ran outside. He doubted it was Irvine or Moonbay so he didn't care he was in his loose-fitting tan clothes; even if it had been them, they wouldn't have cared.
"What's the matter, Shadow?" he called, glancing over towards where he kept Razor. "Is something wrong?" He could see her black body and tail wagging happily, but- wait, what? Wagging her tail? The Saix or Tartar were nowhere in sight, just a cobalt Helkat crouched down beside Razor. Hold on. A blue Helkat? The pilot froze in his tracks, amethystine eyes quickly scanning for any other clues. A sudden spark of movement, coming from a tall aquamarine Organoid. Specula. Then that meant...
