Why am I up this early
I've started translating the battle story in Zoids official fan book 3. Going to post bits here as I do it, then throw the whole thing on my site when I'm done.
I've translated up to chapter three but only proofed the first, so that's all you get for now. Corrections are more than welcome~.
On Planet Zi there once existed three powerful countries. The Guylos Empire, whose mainland is the dark continent Nyx. The Helic Republic on the central continent Delpoi. And the fallen Zenebas Empire, who once competed against the republic for dominance of the central continent. The defeated Zenebas soldiers were absorbed into the Guylos Empire and the people became citizens of the republic. Were they able to be happy with that? The answer is no. The dearest wish of the officers and men who had been chased from their hometowns was to return to the central continent and rebuild their fatherland.
It has been about 50 years since the downfall of the Zenebas Empire. Their dearest wish is now secretly nearing quiet realisation. Thanks to a hero who has inherited Emperor Zenebas’ blood, a man by the name of Wolff Muroa. Nevertheless in order to be called the true emperor, heaven has delivered him a test. A test named Ray Gregg, a man who will become Wolff’s lifelong rival…
[duh duh duuuh]
Battle Story Vol 2. The Successor to the Imperial Throne.
1. During the End of the Western Continent War…
ZAC 2100, October. North Europa, Imperial Army Nixie Base.
During the main withdrawal operations your mission is transferral of that small Zoid. Execute this mission with maximum priority and absolute secrecy.
Good luck, Wolff. The dearest wish of our countrymen, that has covered 50 long years, is to forget this ‘broken peace’.
(From Imperial Regent Günther Prozen’s coded commands)
An Elephander battalion sortied amidst the hustle and bustle. The roar of 100 of these state-of-the-art, heavily armoured Zoids was courageous enough to cause a tremble. However their wish was not to return alive. They wished to become shields. Shields that earned time for the main force to retreat…
ZAC 2100, October. The war of the western continent Europa was approaching its closing situation. The republic destroyer corps, with an Ultrasaurus at the centre, penetrated the empire’s defence line. They began bombing Nixie Base, the imperial army’s most important base. The destroyer force was composed of only strengthened remodelled Zoids. At the centre, the power of the Ultra’s 1200mm ultra cannon was tremendous and, without being wounded, it destroyed the main equipment of the base where the command headquarters were located.
At Nixie Base there were still tens of thousands of imperial Zoids that had escaped outside or to the underground hanger. Most of those units were damaged and the command system was in extreme disorder. The imperial army had already lost the power to protect the base from the large republic force. As a result the imperial headquarters in the homeland finally decided on a total withdrawal from Europa. They planned on salvaging the remaining military force. However time to load the remaining units on the transport fleet was essential. Somebody had to become a shield and confine the republic army until escape.
That ‘somebody’ was decided immediately. It would be the soldiers who originated from the Zenebas Empire. Since they were absorbed by the Guylos Empire 50 years ago, the role of the Zenebas soldiers had become that of disposable pieces.
Although they were comprised of Elephanders, they were given just under 500 Zoids. On the other side, just first wave of the invading republic force was comprised of 5 divisions (about 5000 Zoids in total). It was a desperate battle. Even so, the morale of the Zenebas soldiers was high. For them this battle was not to let the Guylos soldiers escape.
“For Wolff…”
The Zenebas soldiers murmured uniformly within their chests. They smirked and proceeded toward possible death to protect just a single man.
A single man named Wolff Muroa, who had been entrusted with the dream of rebuilding their grand homeland, the Zenebas Empire…
~~~~~~~
---- It’s getting hot.
Though he understood, there was uncontrollable anger inside Ray Gregg. With a platoon of a mere 10 Zoids, he lead the way into the depths of the base for the evidence. Because he had heard the notification.
---- Arthur Borgman is dead.
That crazy Arthur! The notice that had been received before sortieing that morning was unbelievable. Arthur, the highest Zoid pilot. The man that hated death the most. Even though they had the same reputation of ‘Leo Master’, the difference in status was something Ray knew the best. Arthur was also the one who had given him insight into his attainments as a Zoid pilot and had helped him rise to first lieutenant. The man Ray owed his life to was dead. His life had fallen away in a battle with the Death Stinger, an evil warrior of the imperial army’s incompetent governing.
---- Unforgivable, he thought.
In the Death Saurer revival plan there was the OS (Organoid System) plan. The imperial army, who were releasing new Zoids in rapid succession, seemed to be working on an experiment to win this war. An experiment for some different objective. An objective that had caused Arthur’s death. That was unforgivable to Ray.
Was that the cause? The target Ray had established was not a hanger packed with Zoids, but an underground factory. Two Zoids he didn’t recognise were lined up. Incomplete machines that hadn’t even been given armour. The Empire had once again produced new experimental machines.
---- We won’t let these be brought back!
With an angry roar from his Shield Liger DCS-J, his favourite machine, Ray sprung on the two experimental Zoids. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a strange thing. A Zoid? It was small, about human-sized. It looked like it had just been dug up from ruins, with half its body buried in soil. Furthermore it appeared as though the factory workers were protecting the strange thing more than the experimental Zoids.
---- GAN! Ray was suddenly hit with a shock. It was a strong impact. The dinosaur-type experimental Zoid had unexpectedly activated and trampled on the DCS-J with all its might. It was an unbelievable experience. Ray had been unprepared for a moment. In that moment the experimental Zoid had shaken both him, even as a Leo Master, and his Zoid.
“Commander!”
The platoon’s subordinates provided backup so Ray could escape.
--- Run away! With those Gun Snipers…
Before Ray finished shouting the Gun Snipers were torn up by the fangs and claws of the experimental Zoid. Three Gun Snipers at the same time. Was this Zoid really incomplete? Was there a Zoid in the republic that could fight this monster? There wasn’t. If it was completed it was probable that not even the Blade Liger could make a dent in it. Supposing there was a Zoid that could fight it…
And Ray turned to look at the other experimental Zoid.
Slipping between the legs of the tyranno-type experimental Zoid and dodging shots from imperial soldiers, Ray slipped into the cockpit of the lion-type experimental Zoid. Perhaps it was luck. Perhaps it was because of the withdrawal operations. The main engine had already been fired up. It could be instantly activated. Ray had no trouble starting it up or with handling it. It had a handling system like that of a Saber Tiger. He had operated captured Saber machines many times.
---- Good going!
At once he put the engine into a critical state. The monitor lit up. Right in front of him was the tyranno’s face. Its fangs approaching with dreadful speed.
---- Jump!
He just managed to dodge. The Zoid had astounding response.
---- My subordinates?
He looked around cautiously. There were no moving things. Had they been annihilated? No way. Less than five minutes had passed. Ray’s face became pale. His anger had taken priority over the troops he had been entrusted to command and he had involved his subordinates. Moreover, they had become shields to protect Ray. He was unlikely to forgive himself.
The tyranno plunged forward again. This time he couldn’t dodge. It was a strong collision. He was hurled away and thrown into the wall. Slow, as though the reaction from sometime ago was a lie. Again, the tyranno approached.
---- I was deceived!
For a mere instant Ray was prepared for death, and in the next instant he strongly denied it. He wasn’t able to describe his ‘subordinates’ foe’. Yet he didn’t want his life to be ended by that desolate tyranno. And suddenly the lightness of the machine’s body was revived. He easily dodged the tyranno for a second time. It was a dramatic transformation where Ray’s emotions seemed to make a direct connection with the ability of the Zoid.
---- What kind of machine is this?
This wasn’t an existing Zoid that had had its metallic life instinct suppressed so it was easy to operate. Nor was it an OS-loaded machine that was forced into a frenzy. A Zoid’s true wild instinct strongly survived in this experimental machine. It linked with the pilot’s instinct and the reaction rose rapidly.
The tyranno swiftly opened its jaw wide. Frightful energy particles were focusing inside its mouth.
---- A charged particle cannon!
Ray’s hair stood on end. In that moment the lion reacted to Ray’s instincts and jumped. It brandished its laser claw and attacked the tyranno. It was momentary power that Ray had never before experienced. The swirling particle cannon and the lion’s claw mixed. They passed each other within a hair’s breadth.
As they passed each other, Ray saw the enemy pilot that was sitting in the exposed cockpit. The face of the man who had buried 10 of his subordinates. It was a young man. He appeared to be about the same age as Ray.
For some reason hatred had not boiled within him. Maybe it was because of the man’s sorrowful eyes. He seemed the same as Ray, someone who had lost important people.
The tyranno suddenly turned its back. The timing was as if he had noticed Ray’s fighting spirit weaken. And, grasping the small Zoid, he turned toward the ceiling and jumped up.
Breaking through the ceiling, the tyranno disappeared into military transport that was on standby. At his wits end, Ray let him pass, and was wrapped up in strange deja vu. He knew a man who had once had the same experience as he was having now. That man was Arthur Borgman. It was in a report Ray had read. During the situation where, piloting the Blade Liger, Arthur had fought the Geno Breaker at Garil Ruins and snatched a young Death Stinger. His astonishment resembled Ray’s present situation. Soon after Arthur was killed by the Death Stinger. It was probably Ray’s destiny also to be killed by that small Zoid. Or will it be that pilot with the sorrowful eyes? That ominous premonition would not leave Ray’s mind.
Five hours later Nixie Base fell into the republic army’s hands. During that time, the imperial army suicide force had continued to hold back the republic army that was ten times bigger. The Elephanders’ thick armour and e-shields rejected all of the enemy’s fierce attacks, and the people who attempted hand-to-hand combat were pulverised by their dreadful power. Before long the republic army released its heavy artillery force, comprised of Dibisons and Cannon Tortoises equipped with large-calibre beam cannons. Showered in concentrated gunfire, the Elephanders began to fall one by one. Nevertheless, while they were being annihilated, the republic army lost valuable time and three times more Zoids than the enemy.
The imperial transport fleet, having succeeded in accommodating the main force, headed out, aiming to the north. The tyranno-type experimental Zoid was onboard a Whale King in that fleet. There were shapes of two men in the officer’s room.
“Colonel. The pursuing republic air force has been obstructed by the Redler suicide units. We are already well and safe,” the elder officer said. It didn’t appear to be a report to a mere superior officer. Kneeling on one knee with his eyes turned down, his attitude was just like he was facing an emperor.
“The ones piloting the Redlers were Zenebas soldiers, weren’t they Zigner,” the young superior officer replied. His voice had no intonation. He was the pilot of the experimental tyranno Zoid.
“Yes. Aside from that, Colonel, weren’t your actions at Nixie Base rash?”
“It was to protect that small Zoid.”
“To us there is nothing more important than Your Highness.”
The man named Zigner changed the way he addressed his superior officer. The superior officer replied with a hint of sullenness.
“I understand.”
Captain Zigner Foyer also understood. As sad as it was, fallen countrymen had died for this young officer, Wolff Muroa. He had an honest spirit that was satisfied with exposing his own life to danger. That was too dangerous for the person who was to succeed the Emperor. Nevertheless Zigner was unable to deny that he seemed endlessly likeable.
(Next episode: Camford suggests a ceasefire. Prozen says screw you and attacks the republic. Stay tuned! :V)
Chapter Two >>
I've translated up to chapter three but only proofed the first, so that's all you get for now. Corrections are more than welcome~.
On Planet Zi there once existed three powerful countries. The Guylos Empire, whose mainland is the dark continent Nyx. The Helic Republic on the central continent Delpoi. And the fallen Zenebas Empire, who once competed against the republic for dominance of the central continent. The defeated Zenebas soldiers were absorbed into the Guylos Empire and the people became citizens of the republic. Were they able to be happy with that? The answer is no. The dearest wish of the officers and men who had been chased from their hometowns was to return to the central continent and rebuild their fatherland.
It has been about 50 years since the downfall of the Zenebas Empire. Their dearest wish is now secretly nearing quiet realisation. Thanks to a hero who has inherited Emperor Zenebas’ blood, a man by the name of Wolff Muroa. Nevertheless in order to be called the true emperor, heaven has delivered him a test. A test named Ray Gregg, a man who will become Wolff’s lifelong rival…
[duh duh duuuh]
Battle Story Vol 2. The Successor to the Imperial Throne.
1. During the End of the Western Continent War…
ZAC 2100, October. North Europa, Imperial Army Nixie Base.
During the main withdrawal operations your mission is transferral of that small Zoid. Execute this mission with maximum priority and absolute secrecy.
Good luck, Wolff. The dearest wish of our countrymen, that has covered 50 long years, is to forget this ‘broken peace’.
(From Imperial Regent Günther Prozen’s coded commands)
An Elephander battalion sortied amidst the hustle and bustle. The roar of 100 of these state-of-the-art, heavily armoured Zoids was courageous enough to cause a tremble. However their wish was not to return alive. They wished to become shields. Shields that earned time for the main force to retreat…
ZAC 2100, October. The war of the western continent Europa was approaching its closing situation. The republic destroyer corps, with an Ultrasaurus at the centre, penetrated the empire’s defence line. They began bombing Nixie Base, the imperial army’s most important base. The destroyer force was composed of only strengthened remodelled Zoids. At the centre, the power of the Ultra’s 1200mm ultra cannon was tremendous and, without being wounded, it destroyed the main equipment of the base where the command headquarters were located.
At Nixie Base there were still tens of thousands of imperial Zoids that had escaped outside or to the underground hanger. Most of those units were damaged and the command system was in extreme disorder. The imperial army had already lost the power to protect the base from the large republic force. As a result the imperial headquarters in the homeland finally decided on a total withdrawal from Europa. They planned on salvaging the remaining military force. However time to load the remaining units on the transport fleet was essential. Somebody had to become a shield and confine the republic army until escape.
That ‘somebody’ was decided immediately. It would be the soldiers who originated from the Zenebas Empire. Since they were absorbed by the Guylos Empire 50 years ago, the role of the Zenebas soldiers had become that of disposable pieces.
Although they were comprised of Elephanders, they were given just under 500 Zoids. On the other side, just first wave of the invading republic force was comprised of 5 divisions (about 5000 Zoids in total). It was a desperate battle. Even so, the morale of the Zenebas soldiers was high. For them this battle was not to let the Guylos soldiers escape.
“For Wolff…”
The Zenebas soldiers murmured uniformly within their chests. They smirked and proceeded toward possible death to protect just a single man.
A single man named Wolff Muroa, who had been entrusted with the dream of rebuilding their grand homeland, the Zenebas Empire…
~~~~~~~
---- It’s getting hot.
Though he understood, there was uncontrollable anger inside Ray Gregg. With a platoon of a mere 10 Zoids, he lead the way into the depths of the base for the evidence. Because he had heard the notification.
---- Arthur Borgman is dead.
That crazy Arthur! The notice that had been received before sortieing that morning was unbelievable. Arthur, the highest Zoid pilot. The man that hated death the most. Even though they had the same reputation of ‘Leo Master’, the difference in status was something Ray knew the best. Arthur was also the one who had given him insight into his attainments as a Zoid pilot and had helped him rise to first lieutenant. The man Ray owed his life to was dead. His life had fallen away in a battle with the Death Stinger, an evil warrior of the imperial army’s incompetent governing.
---- Unforgivable, he thought.
In the Death Saurer revival plan there was the OS (Organoid System) plan. The imperial army, who were releasing new Zoids in rapid succession, seemed to be working on an experiment to win this war. An experiment for some different objective. An objective that had caused Arthur’s death. That was unforgivable to Ray.
Was that the cause? The target Ray had established was not a hanger packed with Zoids, but an underground factory. Two Zoids he didn’t recognise were lined up. Incomplete machines that hadn’t even been given armour. The Empire had once again produced new experimental machines.
---- We won’t let these be brought back!
With an angry roar from his Shield Liger DCS-J, his favourite machine, Ray sprung on the two experimental Zoids. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a strange thing. A Zoid? It was small, about human-sized. It looked like it had just been dug up from ruins, with half its body buried in soil. Furthermore it appeared as though the factory workers were protecting the strange thing more than the experimental Zoids.
---- GAN! Ray was suddenly hit with a shock. It was a strong impact. The dinosaur-type experimental Zoid had unexpectedly activated and trampled on the DCS-J with all its might. It was an unbelievable experience. Ray had been unprepared for a moment. In that moment the experimental Zoid had shaken both him, even as a Leo Master, and his Zoid.
“Commander!”
The platoon’s subordinates provided backup so Ray could escape.
--- Run away! With those Gun Snipers…
Before Ray finished shouting the Gun Snipers were torn up by the fangs and claws of the experimental Zoid. Three Gun Snipers at the same time. Was this Zoid really incomplete? Was there a Zoid in the republic that could fight this monster? There wasn’t. If it was completed it was probable that not even the Blade Liger could make a dent in it. Supposing there was a Zoid that could fight it…
And Ray turned to look at the other experimental Zoid.
Slipping between the legs of the tyranno-type experimental Zoid and dodging shots from imperial soldiers, Ray slipped into the cockpit of the lion-type experimental Zoid. Perhaps it was luck. Perhaps it was because of the withdrawal operations. The main engine had already been fired up. It could be instantly activated. Ray had no trouble starting it up or with handling it. It had a handling system like that of a Saber Tiger. He had operated captured Saber machines many times.
---- Good going!
At once he put the engine into a critical state. The monitor lit up. Right in front of him was the tyranno’s face. Its fangs approaching with dreadful speed.
---- Jump!
He just managed to dodge. The Zoid had astounding response.
---- My subordinates?
He looked around cautiously. There were no moving things. Had they been annihilated? No way. Less than five minutes had passed. Ray’s face became pale. His anger had taken priority over the troops he had been entrusted to command and he had involved his subordinates. Moreover, they had become shields to protect Ray. He was unlikely to forgive himself.
The tyranno plunged forward again. This time he couldn’t dodge. It was a strong collision. He was hurled away and thrown into the wall. Slow, as though the reaction from sometime ago was a lie. Again, the tyranno approached.
---- I was deceived!
For a mere instant Ray was prepared for death, and in the next instant he strongly denied it. He wasn’t able to describe his ‘subordinates’ foe’. Yet he didn’t want his life to be ended by that desolate tyranno. And suddenly the lightness of the machine’s body was revived. He easily dodged the tyranno for a second time. It was a dramatic transformation where Ray’s emotions seemed to make a direct connection with the ability of the Zoid.
---- What kind of machine is this?
This wasn’t an existing Zoid that had had its metallic life instinct suppressed so it was easy to operate. Nor was it an OS-loaded machine that was forced into a frenzy. A Zoid’s true wild instinct strongly survived in this experimental machine. It linked with the pilot’s instinct and the reaction rose rapidly.
The tyranno swiftly opened its jaw wide. Frightful energy particles were focusing inside its mouth.
---- A charged particle cannon!
Ray’s hair stood on end. In that moment the lion reacted to Ray’s instincts and jumped. It brandished its laser claw and attacked the tyranno. It was momentary power that Ray had never before experienced. The swirling particle cannon and the lion’s claw mixed. They passed each other within a hair’s breadth.
As they passed each other, Ray saw the enemy pilot that was sitting in the exposed cockpit. The face of the man who had buried 10 of his subordinates. It was a young man. He appeared to be about the same age as Ray.
For some reason hatred had not boiled within him. Maybe it was because of the man’s sorrowful eyes. He seemed the same as Ray, someone who had lost important people.
The tyranno suddenly turned its back. The timing was as if he had noticed Ray’s fighting spirit weaken. And, grasping the small Zoid, he turned toward the ceiling and jumped up.
Breaking through the ceiling, the tyranno disappeared into military transport that was on standby. At his wits end, Ray let him pass, and was wrapped up in strange deja vu. He knew a man who had once had the same experience as he was having now. That man was Arthur Borgman. It was in a report Ray had read. During the situation where, piloting the Blade Liger, Arthur had fought the Geno Breaker at Garil Ruins and snatched a young Death Stinger. His astonishment resembled Ray’s present situation. Soon after Arthur was killed by the Death Stinger. It was probably Ray’s destiny also to be killed by that small Zoid. Or will it be that pilot with the sorrowful eyes? That ominous premonition would not leave Ray’s mind.
Five hours later Nixie Base fell into the republic army’s hands. During that time, the imperial army suicide force had continued to hold back the republic army that was ten times bigger. The Elephanders’ thick armour and e-shields rejected all of the enemy’s fierce attacks, and the people who attempted hand-to-hand combat were pulverised by their dreadful power. Before long the republic army released its heavy artillery force, comprised of Dibisons and Cannon Tortoises equipped with large-calibre beam cannons. Showered in concentrated gunfire, the Elephanders began to fall one by one. Nevertheless, while they were being annihilated, the republic army lost valuable time and three times more Zoids than the enemy.
The imperial transport fleet, having succeeded in accommodating the main force, headed out, aiming to the north. The tyranno-type experimental Zoid was onboard a Whale King in that fleet. There were shapes of two men in the officer’s room.
“Colonel. The pursuing republic air force has been obstructed by the Redler suicide units. We are already well and safe,” the elder officer said. It didn’t appear to be a report to a mere superior officer. Kneeling on one knee with his eyes turned down, his attitude was just like he was facing an emperor.
“The ones piloting the Redlers were Zenebas soldiers, weren’t they Zigner,” the young superior officer replied. His voice had no intonation. He was the pilot of the experimental tyranno Zoid.
“Yes. Aside from that, Colonel, weren’t your actions at Nixie Base rash?”
“It was to protect that small Zoid.”
“To us there is nothing more important than Your Highness.”
The man named Zigner changed the way he addressed his superior officer. The superior officer replied with a hint of sullenness.
“I understand.”
Captain Zigner Foyer also understood. As sad as it was, fallen countrymen had died for this young officer, Wolff Muroa. He had an honest spirit that was satisfied with exposing his own life to danger. That was too dangerous for the person who was to succeed the Emperor. Nevertheless Zigner was unable to deny that he seemed endlessly likeable.
(Next episode: Camford suggests a ceasefire. Prozen says screw you and attacks the republic. Stay tuned! :V)
Chapter Two >>