Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Add Reply
Metal Wars Chronicles; Collection of Short Stories
Topic Started: Dec 13 2008, 07:27 PM (718 Views)
Sneezier
Member Avatar
Luigi Approves!
Zaku Zaku Hour 1: The Iron Legion

Zaku Trooper Trio
August 3, 2008
Comedy Theather, Mechatropolis, Mekkai, Unknown Star System
(Not in the military due to simuation training failure)


Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-09869 A) (red mic): Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-89687 B ) (Blue mic) Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-642349 C) (yellow mic) Zaku!

All 3 Zakus: Zaku, Zaku!

The audiecne cheered for the trio.

Zaku A: Ladies and Gentlebots, welcome to Zaku Zaku Hour. And today subject is.......

All Zaku Troopers: the Iron Legion!

The crowd boos because the said legion is now the subject of total mockery due to their actions in the Battle of Chronis.

Zaku B: Ugh, those guys.

Zaku A: *Extremely angry* They are bunch of traitors!

Zaku C: Not to mention they sold their souls to a bunch of squishy demons!

Zaku A: Demons, those scary looking organics from hell? Oh man, we are doomed! DOOMED!!!! GAME OVER MAN!!! *Is panicking*

Zaku C: *Smacks Zaku A* Relax you scardybot. We can beat them like any other squishy meatbag.

Zaku B: We're getting off topic fellas. Anyways, one of the reasons for their disgrace to our robokind is that they turn Grand Hi-Lord Ultra Stuffwell into some monster until some disgusting oragnics defeated his highness.

Zaku C: Nooooooooo!!!! I'm a fan of him. I think he is a pretty cool guy, eh kills meatbags and doesn't afraid of anything! I even got his autograph!

Zaku A: Really?

Zaku C: Yeah! *Shows everyone the pic of Ultra Stuffwell with his signature*

Zaku B: Damn, you must be a really lucky robot.

Zaku A: I heard he's recovering at the Central Palace.

Zaku B: Wow, he's really lucky. I hope he'll be back into perfect shape and return to battlefield and kick some biotic ass!

Zaku C: Anyhow, how could Hi-Lord Gelvin switch sides?!

Zaku A: If you want to know, some Dalek from Chronis told me that Gelvin has a glitch in his programming. He's obessessed with anything demonic, goth stuff, and paint himself in his victims' blood. He may be a Hi-Lord but he's really a goth nut!

Zaku B: Man, and I thought the COUE is a bunch of demon-worshipping Nazis.

Zaku C: Hmmmmm, hey! That must be why they lost, they disobeyed our lord and master, Surpeme Overlord Metal Sneezier.

Zaku A: Hey, I wonder if our former superiors are watching this from the Robo Channel. Anyway, for the future of the Metal Army, we.........

Every robot in the theater: EXTERMINATE!!!!!!

End Transmission
Edited by Sneezier, Feb 13 2009, 09:16 PM.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Subsourian
Blander
Sneezier, you're a freaking genius.

I remember Zaku Zaku Hours from way back when. It's the only reason I could tolerate SD Gundam. :o

And I'll post something as soon as I finish up the last few parts of Grodus Rising. Possibly just finishing First Contact.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sneezier
Member Avatar
Luigi Approves!
Zaku Zaku Hour 2: Interview of a Rock Star

Zaku Trooper Trio
August 15, 2008
Comedy Theather, Mechatropolis, Mekkai, Unknown Star System
(Not in the military due to simuation training failure)


Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-09869 A) (red mic): Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-89687 B ) (Blue mic) Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-642349 C) (yellow mic) Zaku!

All 3 Zakus: Zaku, Zaku!

The audiecne cheered for the trio.

Zaku A: Ladies and Gentlebots, welcome to Zaku Zaku Hour. And we have a special guest.......

All Zaku Troopers: The Rock God of Mekkai, Sinanju the Amp Breaker!!!!

The audience roared with extreme volume that it almost shook the entire city. Fembots swooned while the others hold out signs of Sinanju breaking amps with his guitar.

Just then a giant red robot jumped above the audience with his leg thrusters allow him decend over crowd and land on the stage with a loud thud. His size dwarfed the hosts on the stage.

Sinanju: You ready to rock the stage!!

Zaku B: Whoah, whoah, whoah big guy. Let us know about your past.

Sinanju: Sure, I'll explain it, in music!! *Winks at the fembots*

The fembots are fainted by the Rock Star's charm.

Sinanju: Hit it!

Suddenly, his band, the Robo Rippaz, appeared from above. The second guitarist is a Gouf with huge blue Mohawk, a Spheradroid as a sound mixer and bass, and a Dalek is playing the drums. Totem pole sized amps rise below

Sinanju:

♫ In a lab far away,
I have been built with chords of steel,
voice of metal,
and a guitar made of Iron teal!
I rocked the stages of a factory,
half built bots howled like wolves,
minus the holves!
testing nukes on weak cities,
without any ounce of pity!

I rise to stardom when my agent,
came to me with a contract,
I signed it and I....

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I break amps in CCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!♫

He ends the song by smashing an amp into pieces. The crowd cheers is now shaking the entire planet.

Sinanju: The amps

All 3 Zakus: Excellent!! *Play air guitar like Bill and Ted*

Zaku C: Wow, just wow!

Zaku A: I want to smash amps now!

Zaku: Daaaaaammmmnnnn, your are really a rock god in robot form.

Zaku B: Hey Amp Breaker, I heard that our majesty, Ultra Stuffwell, has enlisted you as a Steel Leigon Champion, how did you feel about it.

Sinanju: I felt honored dudes, the only thing I griped about is leaving behind my bandmates.

Zaku C: That sucks man but we're cheering for you man and nuke some cities for us.

Zaku B: Good luck, by the way, kill some Orks for me and we'll let you end the show.

Sinanju: I'll be honored dude. For the future of the Metal Army, we.........

Every robot in the theater: EXTERMINATE!!!!!!

End Transmission
Edited by Sneezier, Jan 19 2009, 12:45 PM.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Posted Image SZM
Member Avatar
GRATE Aether!

That was brilliant.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Subsourian
Blander
Reposting parts one and two of this, I'll conclude it soon.

Oldness warning!

TRANSMITION FROM CORNERIA NAVAL COMMAND TO SURVEY CRAFT CANDLE OF LIFE

Short range satellites have picked up an unidentified planetoid orbiting the magma world of Sol. This moon does not register on any long range communication wavelengths, and any attempt to gather intel on structure or biotic life. Land on this moon, survey the crust, and locate the source of the jamming. God Speed.


FIRST CONTACT PART 1: The Lost Moon

Candle of Life – Bridge


*A group of Cornerian Naval Personnel are huddled around the main deck of a cruiser, numbering about thirty strong. Each carry blaster pistols and a suit of Flak Armour under their uniform*

*One Wolf, standing on the main deck and staring at the computer screen, is identifiable as the leader of the group. He bears the rank of captain, and on his uniform, the name “Ryan Scrith”*

Scrith: Geth, what’s our status?

*The pilot turns his chair to face the Captian, a Feline male wearing a leather bomber’s jacket. In front of him is the control apparatus for the ship, which contains hundreds of buttons and holo scans*

Geth: Just like you said, sir. I ain’t picking up anything anything in front of us, but look at our visual.

*Geth presses a button on the panel, and the screen flashes from random ship statistics to a picture of a green planet. It seems to be dominated by some plant life, and clouds can be seen covering most of the surface*

Geth: Most sensors show nothing, but some short rangers show abundant flora. H20 predominate atmosphere, Average temperature of 89.5 degrees, and granite crust. Not much more than that. Something here’s got a dang good jammer.

*An Avian trooper walks up to the two, a goofy grin on his face*

Marx: Figure that’s why we’re here. This jammer, we gonna blow it, sir?

Scrith: If it comes to that, but as a last resort. I’d like to find why someone’s hiding this place so well, and what exactly they’re hiding.

Greg: (A black Canine) We’re behind you, sir. Just give us an order.

Brahi (A blue primate): What’s this? We need something blown up?

Marx: The captain says no, but I reckon we’ll end up lighin’ something up.

Scrith: Alright, boys, listen up. We’ve got a moon that doesn’t exist here, and we want to find out why. We’re venturing into unknown territory with a strong possibility of some kinda hostile. Could be Andross Revolutionaries, Aparoids, Anglers, or something new. Could be friendly, but doesn’t look like it. But just to be sure, we’re going Code Vermillion. We’re deep striking into a clearing, and setting up a direct link with the Candle of Life via com tower. This means bring your rifles, ammo, and yes Brahi, that means you can bring demo.

*Brahi makes a thumbs up, but Scrith keeps talking*

Scrith: We’re to survey the planet, find what’s erased this thing off of the galactic map, and then call for a full orbital survey via Candle of Life, and that’s your job, Geth. Until then, we’re on foot. Good luck.

*The captain salutes, and the group returns with the same gesture*

Scrith: Now move out! Let’s go, boys!

Marx: Let’s do this!

Brahi: Get your guns, boys! First action in months!

Greg: Move! Move! Move!

*The men run into the back of the ship, where lines of pod doors are open. The men scramble into them, filling about five per pod*

*Scirth walks into one, pistol set and battle rifle on his back*

*The pod door slams shut, and the sound of pressurizing begins*

Scrith: We ready?

Krean (A brown rabbit): Pod set sir. Location set.

Scrith: Pull it.

*Krean presses a button on the pod control panel, and the clunking sound of something detaching echoes through the pod*

*Suddenly, the group gets the feeling of falling at hundreds of miles per hour, and still speeding up. The walls begin to glow red, and promptly, freezing air circulates around the pod, keeping the temperature stable*

*The crew just stands around, holding onto the handles on the ceiling of the pod*

Krean: T minus 5…. 4… 3… 2… Brace for impact!

*Suddenly, the pod thuds into the ground, knocking around the crewmembers. Almost instantly after, the five sides of the pod burst open, revealing a vast field surrounded by jungle. Four other pods can be seen, and members of the Cornerian Survey Team are piling out*

Scrith: You know the drill. Get the base camp set up. Johnson, you’re on com duty.

Johnson: (A white bat) Aye, sir!

Trees Surrounding Impact site

*A distorted figure can be seen in the underbrush, watching the survey team set up temporary tents. It holds a large barreled rife with an electronic scope*

*The figure dissipates into thin air, but the sound of it moving closer to the base camp can be heard*

*The figure looks into his scope, which zooms in on one of the targets, right on Marx’s head. The targeting reticule lights red, and the words “LOCK” comes up*

--------------------------

Dear Colonel McNillian,

It has come to my attention that you have requisitioned use of one of the Cornerian Navy survey frigates stationed on Venom to an unknown planetoid. Though your initiative is admirable, I can personally assure you that Venom is of more concern to our operations than a strange rock orbiting Sol that we’ve never seen before. I can also assure you this: There is nothing on that rock.

General Hare


FIRST CONTACT: CHAPTER 2- VINTAGE POINT


Krean: Sir. We’ve set up contact with the Candle of Life. Base camp is set up. Should we set up a scouting party?

Scrith: Assemble the men in our central tent. Is the survey equipment set up?

Krean: Yes sir. It looks like this operation is going to run smoothly after all.

Scirth: Let’s hope so…

*Suddenly, a gunshot rings through everyone’s ears*

Outer Camp

The bullet shot through Marx’s shoulder in an explosion of blood, and he fell, clutching the impact site.

Private Gregory Hirena had been in combat too many times before, and he could almost see it coming. Instinctively, he reached for his Battle rifle, clutching it in his hands, and fired on where he heard the shot coming from. The rifle chattered with the stream of bullets, but even in the face of the massive recoil, Greg knew how to keep his gun steady.

Nearby, other Cornerians were firing off their own guns, though they, too, could not see the target. Chaos had broken loose. Orders were being shouted atop of the gunfire, men were scrambling around the base camp. Greg had seen it too many times. They were being ambushed.

After about twenty seconds of continuous fire, the gun whined down, until the click of an empty cartage sounded. Greg ejected the useless box of metal, and slammed in a fresh round of bullets. He turned his head to see if he had hit anything, but to no avail. All of his shots had just lodged themselves into nearby trees.

Swiftly, he ran for the cover of a nearby tent. It wouldn’t do much against a sniper shot, and he knew it, but it provided him with some mental security. Looking back, he saw two men pulling Marx aside. It was a deep wound, but he’d live. Marx was a tough one.
Greg wondered if their attacker hadn’t gone off, when another sniper shot sounded. Again, the camp was thrown into disarray, though Greg didn’t see if anyone was hit or not.

“I don’t see him!” Shouted Brahi, his modified shotgun in hand.

“It must be using some kind of cloaking device! Get thermal scanners out here,” yelled Greg, “I’ll cover you!”

Both Brahi and Greg knew full and well that there wasn’t much he’d do against an enemy he couldn’t see, but Brahi nodded, and ran into one of the tents, leaving Greg to kneel behind the cloth cover. Moments later, Brahi ran back out, a large pair of scouting binoculars in hand.

Brahi raised them to his face, and fiddled with a knob to the side. His expression was emotionless for several seconds, until another shot fired. This one tore through the tent right next to Brahi, making him jump back. The scouter dropped from his hands, and hit the ground with a clatter.

“Damn,” Brahi swore, “It didn’t pick up anything. The shot came from that direction, but nothing. That’s one damn good stealth system.”

Again, the sniper’s shot rang through the air, and this time, someone dropped. It was one of the marines sent to escort them, and the bullet had gone straight through his chest. Greg felt a twang of guilt, and he shrugged it off, just had he had to do many times before. Soldiers die, he thought to himself. Get over it, or you’ll be next

Greg peeked out from his cover. Greg never bothered to learn the mechanics of stealth technology, but he wasn’t stupid. No stealth system, no matter how good, would mask the intentments left from footsteps. Greg picked up the scouter from the ground, and set simple long range. There had to be something, some kind of sign, some kind of-

Greg had finally found it. The grass was slightly parting under the weight of some humanoid. It was running, no doubt to find a better vintage point. Greg shouldered his rifle, and aimed it at the area. His finger pulled on the trigger, and the stream of bullets flew forth.

At first, it didn’t seem to be very effective. The bullets just hit the dirt, sending up smoke clouds. Finally, he heard the impact of a bullet against metal, and a spark. Something began to spark, but he didn’t let go. He wanted to make sure it was dead.

After a good three second, Greg finally let up. The thing was on the ground, smoldering. It was dead, and he was sure.

“Well, this mission just got a lot harder…” Brahi muttered.

Position of Fallen Sniper

*The dead sniper is on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he is a green robot, figured to have a gas mask like face and a strange symbol on his shoulder plates. His chest to blown open by Greg’s shots, and his sniper rifle lays useless in his hand. Scrith, Krean, Greg, Brahi, and several other troopers are surrounding the robot*

Krean: Any idea what it is, sir?

Scrith: No clue… Never seen anything like it. But someone doesn’t want us here.

Scout: Sir, we’ve managed to locate it’s tracks. It leads back into the forest. Should we investigate?

Scirth: Later. We need to reorganize our base camp. Brahi, take this thing to our central tent. Greg, get Johnson to radio this in. Krean, check the med bay, I want to know when Marx can be back in fighting shape.

Krean: Yes sir!

Brahi: On it.

Greg: Affirmative, Captain.

*The three run off, and the captain looks out into the woods*

Scrith: I have the feeling we’re in for something beyond our understanding… But what is it? Petty terrorists couldn’t afford that advanced of a stealth system… We better move out soon, before we’re wiped out here.

TO BE CONTINUED
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sneezier
Member Avatar
Luigi Approves!
Zaku Zaku Hour 3: The Defeat of Sovtania

Zaku Trooper Trio
October 7, 2008
Comedy Theather, Mechatropolis, Mekkai, Unknown Star System
(Not in the military due to simuation training failure)


Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-09869 A) (red mic): Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-89687 B ) (Blue mic) Zaku!

Zaku Trooper (ZAKU-642349 C) (yellow mic) Zaku!

All 3 Zakus: Zaku, Zaku!

The audiecne cheered for the trio.

Zaku A: Ladies and Gentlebots, welcome to Zaku Zaku Hour. And today's subject is.......

All Zaku Troopers: how did the Copper Leigon lose the Battle of Sovtania.

The Crowd boos and jeers alot because that battle is extremely vital.

Zaku B: I don't get it, how did we lose, we already bombed the hell out of that plenet with missles and executed those disgusting meatbags.

Zaku A: I know, I know! A small resistant force consist of GF troops and SWDF soldiers but mostly these two are to blame!

Zaku A shows a pic of Shotlight and Cheznov on the screen.

Zaku C: Two soldiers, what the hell. Two measley soldiers?! I am so insulted!!

Zaku B: *Facepalms* Ugh, first the YB, the Galactic Federation, SWDF, Necrons, Vhozons, and now these two?!!! We should PWN oraganics, not suck at winning!! *Cries*

Zaku A: There there, we still have that Colony Railgun, we can just destroy that planet.

Zaku C: Unfortunalty, the colony was destroyed by Mario and Luigi ARC Troopers, now all we have left is the Ztar Crusher, that Black Hole Gate, and that Reality Show virus.

Zaku B: *Sighs* , if we keep this up, our nation is DOOMED!

Zaku A: Not really, I heard the best of the best will invade Star World with any means nessesary. That attack should wipe them out.

All 3 Zakus: YEAH!!!! For the future of the Metal Army, we.........

Every robot in the theater: EXTERMINATE!!!!!!

End Transmission

Edited by Sneezier, Jan 30 2009, 01:18 PM.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
ZetaBoards gives you all the tools to create a successful discussion community.
Learn More · Sign-up Now
« Previous Topic · Writing · Next Topic »
Add Reply