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All the participants of this event, have been dropped off by a Great Whale King not too long ago. They all stand just outside of the menacing castle. The drawbridge is open and waiting. Go in with caution..

((State your Name, Team, Zoids, and Mods. Enter multiple characters if you wish.))

Acting Captain : Mark Zwei, Class D pilot, Saber Tiger, no mods
Atta Boy, Class D pilot, Shield Liger, CP-01 Heavy Beam cannons,

Atta And Mark are ready to go.

As the Great Whale King disgorged its contents, four Zoids moved out in a cluster. At the head of the cluster was a sleek black feline, prowling and sliding fluidly through the inky night. Inside the cockpit of the Saix, Natalie flipped some switches, diagnostic screens glowing dimly in the darkened chamber. Nat glanced up at the castle witha shiver of aprehension, never one for horror movies. An now... she had the sinking feeling she was about to participate in one.

*Natalie Fraizer, Rank E, of Team Vagrant, piloting Lightning Saix equipped with ZM-28 Darkreign Unit*

Next in the cluster was a pair of Gun Snipers. Though they were identical models, these gunsnipers couldn't be any more different if they tried. The first was a fiery red colour, thick armour plating covering nearly every inch of the ferocious machine. On its back was a massive frame that in the darkness looked like a twisted deformed hump. The Sniper plodded clumsily, servos and gyros whirring as the pilot made sure not to lose balance on the slick stony path up to the drawbridge. Inside the cockpit, John shivered just like Natalie, but for a whole other reason. This was a Big Bad... his first Big Bad ever. And it was going to be in a haunted castle. John smiled, he was in heaven. As he transmitted his data, John realized something ironic. His mod was unlucky number 13. Perfect for a battle like this.

*John Simmons, Rank D, of Team Vagrant, piloting a Heavy Arms Gun Sniper with CP-13 Wild Weasel Unit*

Right next to the hulking Gun Sniper was a second, this one painted in mute blues and whites. It walked nimbly and confidently, the claws providing good traction. Inside the cockpit, Blaine was reclined in his chair, musing. Out-and-out combat wasn't his forte, hence the Gun Sniper. He could only hope that whatever was in there wasn't too fond of close-range assaults. However, given his experiences with horror movies as a teenager, he doubted his chances were very high.

*Blaine Fraizer, Rank D, of Team Vagrant, piloting Gun Sniper equipped with the AD-02 Melanoma Unit*

Finally, bringing up the rear of the cluster was a resprayed Dark Horn, the green eyes glowing luminously in the dim lighting. It seemed suitably beefy for a light tank, with some extra guns and devices gracing it. The Dark Horn rumbled along, its heavy feet leaving deep prints in the path. The eyes glowed eeriely, and inside the cockpit, Matthew looked worried. In fact, he looked outright terrified. Here he was, about to enter a dank, dark castle, with something lurking within. It reminded him too much of his school days, traversing the darkened oval. That darkened oval was where he'd been attacked. Matt hesitently transmitted his data, followed by a radio signal to everybody, not just his team mates.

"Now's probably not the best time to mention that I'm afraid of the dark, especially when I know there's something nasty waiting for me..." Matt stuttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

*Matthew Galloway, Rank E, of Team Vagrant, piloting Dark Horn with CP-03 Beam Gattling Unit and CP-12 Attack Booster Unit*

EDIT: My bad, it's a Dark Horn, not a Red Horn. Changing data.

"So, have we got a plan, boss?"

Liam licked his lips and wiped his palms against the legs of his flight suit, trying to get rid of some of the sweat. There was one thing he hated above almost all else, and that was a lack of reliable information on who he'd be facing. And there had been almost nothing from the organizers of this sorry event -- not a peep, aside from some rumors that they had probably leaked to deliberately put the pilots on edge.

"...boss?"

"Oh, right." Liam blinked and keyed the comm. "We'll be at pretty close quarters in there, and Old Reliable isn't exactly the most maneuverable of Zoids in tight spaces. We'll try to play it as safe as we can, clearing it room by room. If you see something, I'll distract it while you prep a Megalo-Max, or you'll shell it while I Super-Blade it. All the while, I'll be watching your back. I should have a pretty good picture of what's going on in there... the King Liger's HUD won't be quite as easily spoofed as visual ID. I hope."

Mrrr. Just so many empty words. In truth, Liam had no idea what the hell he was doing... he'd only just gotten the bloody King Liger, after all. He had taken much more easily to quadrupeds in the simulators, and in practice runs he'd never regretted giving up the Gun Sniper...

...but...

Sighing, Liam rubbed at his temples. These thoughts were getting him nowhere fast. He hoped that the event would start -- soon.

((Liam Alexander, Class D, Reaper's Bounty, piloting Harvester the King Liger -- no modifications))

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Truth be told, Jan was feeling more nervous than he had in quite a while. He gave a muffled harumph and downed another gulp of coffee, closing his eyes as the near-boiling liquid burned down his throat. Ahhh, yes. That was good. But even the coffee couldn't drive away the fragments of memory that flitted through his head...

"...oh my God, it's huge!"

"Taking heavy fire... need support..."

"It's charging a CPC! Get out of...

"...dammit HQ, where..."

"...a Geno Breaker! A GENO BREAKER! We're all going to..."

"ENOUGH," Jan growled, flexing his sinewed hands around the controls of Old Reliable. He was more than man enough to overcome that defeat; he had shown it again and again. And he would show it again tonight. Life's anvil had beaten Jan Yaylor as hard as anyone -- but he had come out the stronger for it.

He could almost pity any spook that strayed into his particular brand of seventeen-barreled justice.

((Jan Yaylor, Class D, Reaper's Bounty, piloting Old Reliable the DiBison -- no modifications))

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And where was Tamar, you ask? Tamar was sitting snug and cuddly in the control center where the cameras and pickups located throughout the 'haunted house' would pipe in the images of the fight. Truth be told, she didn't mind sitting this one out... even she would hesitate to take a Storch into the confines of the castle.

Doubly so once she saw what was waiting for them.

"Poor guys," she chuckled slightly...

((You get to Judge without a bio, Mia. I can't write one up. Just go with its performance in the Storm of the Century.))

Kyne smiled thinly. "I'm sure it's simply some campy attempt at frightening us, folks." His Jaeger stepped lightly along the stone path. The great feline was more bored than anything. "After all, there're no Geno Breakers. I'm a Team Manager - we have access to information pilots don't."
It was a lie, but he did have access to information other people generally didn't.
"There're no Geno Breakers registered to the ZBC. 'Sides, a place like this wouldn't even fit a Breaker. Not for the way they like to fight." Kyne shrugged, opening up a visual communications band with the Team captains and a audio with everybody else. His voice and bearing projected calm, steady confidence. He knew these pilots, and knew what they were capable of.
Hank's Gordos lumbered along next to the Jaeger. He chuckled. "Not the way the felines like t' fight, either. I want all the skirmishers around the slower ranged specialists. I also want all sensors off. We don' need a repeat of the Manticore's Riddler System."
"And our ace in the hole," Kyne murmured softly. "Folks, Hank here is one of the few pilots to have survived a head-on CPC. He's certainly qualified to take on any supposed Breakers."

The two towering Gojuli sat perfectly still, while a Pteras performed several barrel rolls, along with several other aireal moves. Over the team com link, Leon spoke slowly, "All...All systems a go." He sighed as he brought the Pteras to a very low speed, only to keep it in the air, but to allow it to circle around the Gojuli as if a vulture stalking it's prey. When really, the prey he was waiting for was yet to show itself. He typed a command into a keyboard that was attached to his control panel as he eased on the controls:

Team Data
Name: Nocturnal Darkness
Tier: D

Captain
Name: Luka Degrave
Rank: D
Zoid: Gojulas
Modifications: N/A

Members
Name: Damien Grose
Rank: D
Zoid: Gojulas
Modifications: N/A

Name: Leon Briggs
Rank: D
Zoid: Pteras
Modifications: N/A

"Don't worry guys, informations in." He sighed after he said this, keeping the Pteras on a constant turning pace around the Gojulas, who remained still beside each other, active, but not moving.

Inside one of the Gojulas lurked Damien, who had his arms crossed with his head tilted down only slightly, so he could keep an eye on the entrance. He took a heavy breath, his body heaving up and down as he did so. He blunk slowly, though kept his eyes closed as he did. He leaned back, resting his head against the comfort of his seat, awaiting the beginning of this.

Luka shifted his weight inside of the Gojulas, not wearing his traditional business suit, but now only wearing his black suit vest, and a white dress shirt, still wearing the dress shoes, and the suit pants. His were still, but suddenly he started moving the Gojulas' arms back and forth, his muscles buldging from their unknown hiding places. He had his head tilted completely down, basking in the darkness of his cockpit, his white hair covering all of his face, and his head, save for his ears. He kept his head tilted down as he awaited the familiar sound of gunfire.

Inside his Gun Sniper's cockpit, Blaine listened to the chatter between the other pilots, listening particularly to Kyne. After Kyne had finished speaking, he hailed him, the communications unit crackling with static initially.

"Kyne. Most of my Zoids use visual imaging. If there's a Riddler in place, what's the chances of the visual data being affected?" he asked idly, filing away all the information. WHile he waited on an answer, Blaine dispatched a message to eveyone else on his team, and to anyone else who was listening into the radio at that point in time.

"Okay team. I recommend listening to Kyne. Set all your sensors to low sensitivity. But I want you to use discretion. If there's no foul play going on, there's no point in depriving ourselves of sensors. I want you to do what you think is best."

Blaine leaned back in his seat, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket. A pre-battle snack wouldn't go astray. He unwrapped the bar, throwing the wrapper onto the rim of the control panel for the moment. As he ate, Blaine found himself wishing that the order for the Ghost Unit would have been really great for this battle. He shrugged it off, rubbing the joint between his stumpy leg and the prosthetic that completed him. It ached, which meant either it was going to rain, or they were going into more trouble than anyone believed.

Silberner, Hughes, and Siren kinda stood at the edge of the group, each one checking their systems while listening to Kyne. Silberner tried not to say anything stupid. Siren sat back in the cockpit seat and sighed. Hughes stayed silent and thought for a few minutes. Sil grinned.

"Well, this looks fun in a creepy stereotype haunted house sort of way."

((Silberner Falkestern, Class D, Red Horn, CP-03))
((Siren Falkestern, Class E, Hound Soldier, SS-04))
((Hughes Rivera, Class E, Heldigunner, HKT-010))

"That's a negative on the visual jamming," Kyne replied. "At least, from what we experienced with diVossi's Manticore." He opened up a private band. "Hank, I want you to keep those generators primed. Several successive shields in a row ought to seriously hamper any attack. CPC or no."
"Thought you said there wasn't a Breaker, chief."
"I did. I didn't say a CPC was impossible. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised to see a Death Saurer."
"At which point you just drop a Whale King on it, eh?" Hank cackled. "So how's Jen doing?"
"Fine. She's adjusting to the prosthetic well. She should be back in play in a month or so." Kyne cycled through the Liger's systems, checking everything to make sure it was running properly. He changed it back to the open band. "Alright. Everybody change the radio frequency from what they told us to put it on. Hank, broadcast to 'em on tightbeam to tell 'em what our communications band is."
"Aye aye." Hank activated the infrared comms, beaming the frequency 613.66 to each of the zoids in turn.
"We don't want 'em listening in, after all." Kyne smiled thinly. He'd heard of one tourney where they just waited for the opportune moment, listening in on the pilots' plans and countering them effortlessly. Kyne switched over and waited for the ayes.

Damien sighed as he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, placing them lazily over the controls and moving his Gojulas so it was 45 degrees from the entrance, in front of all the other Zoids, while at the same time grunting in agreement as he switch radio frequencies.

Luka looked up slowly, he too moved his Gojulas forward, 45 degrees from the castle entrance, but oppisite side of the Gojulas, and in front of the other Zoids,. He changed his radio frequency as he put his Gojulas in place, "Make no mistake, you are all our enemies, however we need to work together to defeat this..."He paused, leaning his head back down and looking at the floor of his cockpit. His arms resting on the controls, "This thing."

In the sky, Leon kept circling around the Gojulas, his circle growing as they both moved, but still keeping a general area above them. His adjusted his radio frequency so he could keep in touch with the other pilots, "Just stand back and let us handle it."

((Just a side note, you have one extra piece of equipment on your Zoids. A small spotlight attached to each head of the zoid that doubles as a Recorder. Just to allow you to see better in that place. Though it's still dark. And no, none of the footage is being sent to the ZBC until the end of the event.. Assuming of course you come back.))

Coming along with the group was one single ZBC modified Rev Raptor. On it's right shoulder mount was an oversized Camera with built in Lighting capabilities, though much better then the ones put on the participants Zoids. On his left shoulder mount and back were also two spotlights. This Rev Raptor would be their Cameraman and their main source of light. Inside the cockpit was a terrified Michael Kates. He had been assigned the job in the worst way possible- his name was picked out of a hat. Damn his luck! Michael glanced around at the pilots of the enormous zoids. Although no one has given him a single tip on what the enemy was, Mike was pretty damned sure that these guys were more then enough to take down whatever was in there. Geno Breaker or not!

Forcing a confident smile onto his face, Michael gripped the controls and sent out a message to everyone in the area. "A-Alright, I'll start recording if you guys are ready to head in." He glanced at the gaping mouth that was the entrance and gulped. This was going to be hard..

[Michael Kates, ZBC Pilot, Modified Rev Raptor]

Everyone on Team Vagrant flicked to the requested frequency and the cluster split, as Blaine had requested.

"Nat, go with the Gojulai. They're tough but sluggish as all hell. Give them some speed support. Matt, you go with Mark and the Shield Liger. A Saber and a Shield do not a tough team make. John... stick with that Rev Raptor, it'll need the support. I'll group with Liam and Jan for the moment... Remember, Team Vagrant does not exist here. There is no Sole Survivor prize, therefore there is no need to support each other. Survival is the name of the game here, and adaptable squads will be preferrable to specialized squads."

As the team moved to their appointed groups, Blaine contemplated some strategies and sent out a transmission to everybody.

"So, tactics? Do we want to stay in a single group for safety in numbers? Good advantages, and Hank could probably cover a lot of us with his Matrix Shield Network, but if there really is a Breaker in there a single CPG could be enough to wipe out a lot of us. Thoughts?"

Luka smirked, grinning at the floor, "Heres an idea: stay behind us. You'll need all the support fire you can get, and I am not afraid to die. If you value your life, don't cross our fire. The enemy of our enemy is our ally by default. Let's fight hard, and die well. We're ready for whatever lies ahead; open the gates." He tilted his head up only enough so he could keep an eye on his visuals, but low enough so it still looked like he was looking down. Meanwhile Leon stopped circling the Gojuli, and began circling the castle. Damien, however merely sat back with his arms crossed once more.

Blaine looked concerned the attitude being shown by some of the other pilots.

"You want to take some stock Gojulai in to fight something you know nothing about? It's inadvisable, at the very least. Besides, we all need to watch out for Michael. Those three lights provide us with the only real source of light we have. Losing the Rev Raptor would be a disaster."

Luka grinned, as did his fellow team members. His cackling laugh echoed over the speakers, "What's amatter, afraid of the dark?". It wasn't as though he was being cocky, but if you are facing your own demise, and you think you are fighting an invincible enemy, then you will loose. It is better to think you have the upperhand, then to believe you need the help of others.

All three members of Pointy Darkness seemed annoyed, but it was Hughes the silent twitchy one who said something.

"Hey red shirts, if you want to go in front and get taken out first, fine by me. If you actually want to last more then five seconds, shut up or think of a plan that doesn't have us losing terribly,"Hughes said as he slightly raised his voice in annoyance.

The twins just looked at Hughes and blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. Siren turned to her sister.

"I think that's the angriest he's gotten since we've known him."

Having adjusted their radio frequencies, Mark and Atta listened to the plans. Atta understood that he and Mark were not a well balanced team, being in more melee oriented zoids, although his heavy beam cannons helped offset that. Atta felt a bit blind as his other sensors were jammed, leaving only visual.
Atta transmitted his data to Mark, who relayed the info.
"Well, as we have to rely on visual, we need to make sure the enemy can't sneak up on us. If possible, should have a rearguard to watch our backs. If we go as a group, would suggest keeping the ranged combatants in the middle while the faster and melee units on either end. that way, if it is spotted, the faster units can either delay or attack while the long ranged can pound away. It is just a thought. We could send scouts, but given we are not so sure what we face, sending out scouts might just cause us to lose people without gaining anything. We could advance as a group, but have some scouts out in a group, probe a bit ahead, to see where the enemy is at? We might lose a few, but if we send scouts in groups of 3, and only 1 of the group is checking out a new area while the others are there to relay info to main group, we might be able to find the enemy and be able to attack with main group without losing too many. IF scouts are needed, Atta and I volunteer. Atta and I will follow with other plans though. Although, Atta has offered to help protect the Rev Raptor if he is not to be a scout."

Blaine glanced at the other Zoids, who didn't seem to be moving in general. With the slightest twitch of the lips, Blaine started up his sniper, crunching towards the gaping maw that was the main entrance. He moved at a very sedate 65 km/h, so as to allow the slower Zoids to maintain formation. If no one else was going to start this show off, he'd have to. He knew that once someone got moving, the rest of the group would follow. Mob psychology and all that jazz.

As Blaine got started, he noticed two things, one that gratified him, and the other that bothered him. The gratifying thing was that the others in his team were moving out as well, at roughly the same pace. Matt hesitated for a second, before his Dark Horn joined the forward charge. Well, stroll. The thing that bothered him was that little goblins were now playing bongos on the stump of his leg, which meant something bad was sure to happen. Gritting his teeth, Blaine ignored it as only a seasoned veteran could and moved forward.

John felt into step with Blaine, allowing some space to his side so that Michael could get some light into the main entrance. As the light shined in, John strained his eyes, trying to pick out all the details being revealed as the cloak of darkness withdrew into itself. The walls were a mute gray, roughly hewn. To John this suggested that the place was ancient. Moisture rolled of the walls, making it seem like the place was some kind of cave. Tattered weavings clung to the walls like mockeries of the fine tapestries they had once been. John noticed with a flutter of nervous excitement that some of the tapestries had been slashed apart. He flicked on the Rectennae Targeting Array, unable to resist the lure of trying to sneek a peek at the innards of this mighty castle.

Nat stalked around the Gojulai, attempting to herd them towards the castle. After a moment of this she trotyted towards the castle herself, staring morbidly at the gaping wound that was the entrance to the castle.

Matt listened into Mark's transmission, still edging closer to them. At this point, he was wishing he was with the Rev Raptor, due to the large amounts of light it was throwing out. He envied John, envied him badly. Then his spine tingled as he remembered that any intelligent being would attempt to take out the source of light first, and was very glad he was watching the two felines. Just as he thought this, Blaine decided to make his move, and John and Nat sprug into action too. Matt was torn temporarily, his intense loathing of darkness overwhelming him. Then he grit his teeth and pushed the control yoke forward, a new wave of sweat pouring down his face as his Dark Horn shuddered towards the entrance, slightly behind Blaine, Nat and John.

"Looks like we got two groups, boss."
"Hrm." Kyne leaned forward, eyes focused intently on the night before him. His night vision was lousy. "Hank, give me a light."
"Eh?" Hank responded automatically, then realized what Kyne was after. The Matrix Shield Network lit up, projecting shields in a perimeter around the main group. They projected just enough light to see by, but not enough to see well or far. "There ya go."
"Alright, folks. Listen up. The two Gojuli are going to stay outside the castle, where they are not going to suffer all sorts of nifty close-quarters fighting. I don't know what you two are thinking, but a Breaker would rape you to death in there. Mike, you stay with us, and keep your light off. You're our reserve, monkey-boy." You're also a potential security leak. "Atta, you stick with Mike. I want all the Gunnies to go do a quick recon mission. Scout out the castle, get chased out, and take a position to let the heavy combatants deal with whatever you rustle up. Got it?"
Kyne opened a tight-beam transmission to Hank and the Gojulas pilots. "You two. I am not going to have any problems with you going Rambo on me, am I? We don't need heroes. Heroes get killed. So stuff your egos where the sun don't shine and work as a unit. You don't, and we don't cover you. Got it?"

There was a gutteral howl as a late-comer stormed up to the castle entrance. It was a standard gray Command Wolf, loping along as easily as any real dog would. His footing was sure and solid in the slick mud, the cockpit bobbing slightly. The wolf skidded to a stop near the pack of Zoids, shaking his head roughly. From the radio, a burst transmission was issued.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Ben's my name. So, what's happening? Where should I go?"

((Ben Rivalta, Class D, piloting Brian the Command Wolf))

There was a momentary pause, and then Blaine returned his reply.

"We've decided to dispatch the heavy gunners for early recon, while the rest of us wait. In other words, you're staying here." His voice was calm and collected as he watched John move towards the entrance. It seemed that John at least was willing to brave the dark corridors. However, at that point in time, Matt was still frozen in place by the Saber Tiger. A few more seconds passed, and then the Dark horn shifted, following the Heavy Armour Gun Sniper inside. They stopped a few meters inside the gaping entrance, waiting for the Dibison and Red Horn to follow.

Luka simply shifted in his cockpit. It wasn't as if he were silenced, he just figured if he pissed off the other pilots enough, he might be taken out before the Geno Breaker. He started moving towards the entrance of the castle, attempting not to crush any of the other zoids that were also trying to get in.

Damien sighed as he leaned back, reclining his chair somewhat as he did. He starting walking into the castle, focused on not trying to crush anything else, while at the same time making room for the other large Zoids.

Leon spoke mostly to the other teams, as his was being stubborn at the moment, "Ignore the asses. Listen, if we do find this thing, I have an idea. If you guys can send me the coordinates, I could easly blow apart the cieling and trap it in there with you, so it can't retreat? This could be good, but also...Your trapped with it, which is bad. I could also just blow apart the ceiling and crush it with parts of the ceiling. Otherwise, if you guys can draw it out of the castle, I could really do some damage and distract it. Leon over."

Michael sighed in relief as he stayed behind with the other Zoids. He wouldn't be doing much other then following orders he figured.. Wait a second?! Blow apart the What?!

"You can't do that! This castle is old! Really old! If you try and blow up the ceiling while any of us are in there it'll cause the entire place to crumble down and kill us!" Mike's panicked voice echoed through the intercom. "A-And we're supposed to identify WHAT the enemy is.." His voice lowered with that last statement. Most of his co-workers didn't even know what they were up against, so their main objectives was to go in there, find out what was in there, attempt to take it out, and then get out safely.. Somehow Mike didn't have very much faith in the last objective.

Responding to Kyne's orders Atta responded, "Roger that." His voice was artifically created, but he hoped that any irregularies would be attributed to his communication system.
Atta walked over to Michael's Rev Raptor, taking a position in front of it, facing the entrance to the castle. Atta lowered his heavy beam cannons to the side, and made a note to activate the shield at the first sign of trouble and to shield Michael if the enemy got too close. Atta radioed Michael, (audio only), "I'm your guard. Stick close. I will attempt to shield you, altohugh if I am needed, you will be on your own."
That said, Atta waited, wondering what could happen. They were facing an enemy that had little to no info about, which put them at a disadvantage already. Worse, with most snesor system jammed, the enemy would be harder to spot and unless scouts covered all angles, the enemy could be able to sneak up and eliminate the group. Atta was not so sure wha the was feling, but instead concentrated on wha toculd happen. Kyne's orders were sound, and he would be content to follow them.

Mark figured that he migth as well help with the scouting. He preferred action more to waiting. Mark headed into the entrance of the castle as well, stopping behind the Heavy Armour Gun Sniper inside already inside. He radioed the group, "Mind if I join in the scouting?"

"Think they mistook what I meant by Gunnies."
"That they did."
The two Dawnstar pilots completely ignored the prospect of bombing the place. What with the lack of precise targeting data from the jammed sensors and that whole 'trap the enemy so we get to excavate him and then finish him off' bit.
Kyne rubbed the bridge of his nose as Hank barked out orders. "Alright. Anything not Gunsniper Heavy Armor, step the heck away from that there bridge. Only the Gunnies are maneuverable enough to move about in there. Red Horns and DiBison are not, folks."
On the private channel, Kyne contacted Hank. "Mind if I go in there?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, but what's the worst that could happen?" Kyne grinned. The others only received visual feed from his conversation with Hank, if they had him on-screen. "This kitty wants to run."
"I'm not going in there after you."
"I'm okay with that." Kyne was certainly being uncharacteristically . . . good-natured right now.
The Jaeger stalked up the bridge, easing around the other zoids to pass the Gunnies. Its claws glowed as it walked, generating power to fire up the Strike Laser Claw.
The Zero Jaeger reared up on its hindlegs and placed both forepaws on the doors. It leaned its weight into them, turning the lean into a nasty slash. The doors hung open, easily brushed aside when the Jaeger stepped through.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are . . ."

Mike aimed the Camera into the room, allowing him to see the inside of the castle. Old ripped tapestries, rusty suits of armor, dulled pictures.. Pretty much anything you could imagine in an old abandoned midieval castle setting. The volunteer pilot chuckled, the extents the ZBC was going to just to scare these pilots! With all the fire power these guys had, Mike doubted even a Breaker would stand a chance against them.

"You know, I bet a lot of this stuff isn't even.." Sudden movement caught his eye as he recorded their events. Opening up a window on his screen, he accessed all the footage taken so far and studied the last ten seconds.. There! He paused the footage and with his finger, Mike traced the outline of a dark figure in the background.. But it was too far away and too blurry to make out. All that he could tell was that it was bipedal and fast. "I-I think I caught something.. From the direction it was facing in this footage, it went further into the castle!"

Kyne grinned. "Pansy." His Liger roared, announcing its presence to the entire castle.
Hank had reservations. "That's a Ghost Unit if ever I did see one," he muttered under his breath. "Kyne, watch out."
"Ghost Unit. Yeah. I know." Kyne had already activated his audio sensors to maximum sensitivity. He kept his hand on their tuner, ready to drop it down to the normal filter when he activated his combat systems. "Gunnies, hang back; I'm going this'ne alone." His Liger stepped catlike and silent after the dark blur. "Mike, git yer scrawny hide outta here. We don't need to risk you."

"Yes sir!" Mike immediately ran out of the castle and back into the pack of zoids. He was sure that Kyne and his Liger Zero could take that thing out.. Even if ratings went down because of a quick kill, he was just glad it'd be over with..