Shotodile is a kangaroo, not a dinosaur. No, it doesn't look like one and the name doesn't fit it at all, but sources indicate it's Kangaroo-type. Also the BF is developed in ZAC 2101 canonically, so... you're going to need to work very hard or draw this quest out a looooong way to get one :-V
[X] Helldiver
[X] It has a slick carbon fiber with metallic gold detailing, which looks totally rad.
-[X] The vertical fin is behind us instead of ahead of us so we have nothing blocking our view(The seat is pushed up a little so the fin isn't too far in the back, cause that would throw off the look). In addition, we attached mirrors to the horizontal fins facing us so we can see behind us without actually having to turn around.
#Practical Modifications that Help Make it Safer to Drive
Question, how does the Helldiver deal with falls? Like, say, if we were to drive off a cliff ... would we be fine or would we still crash? Cause, uh, the thing can float, so I half suspect it to just stop a foot from the ground and be perfectly fine no matter how far we fall from.
[X] Helldiver
[X] It has a slick carbon fiber with metallic gold detailing, which looks totally rad.
-[X] The vertical fin is behind us instead of ahead of us so we have nothing blocking our view(The seat is pushed up a little so the fin isn't too far in the back, cause that would throw off the look). In addition, we attached mirrors to the horizontal fins facing us so we can see behind us without actually having to turn around.
#Practical Modifications that Help Make it Safer to Drive
Question, how does the Helldiver deal with falls? Like, say, if we were to drive off a cliff ... would we be fine or would we still crash? Cause, uh, the thing can float, so I half suspect it to just stop a foot from the ground and be perfectly fine no matter how far we fall from.
It might be fine, but chances are the Magnessor System would overload or just bottom out. It wouldn't be a gentle stop anyway, you'd get slammed pretty hard if it just stopped a metre from the ground instantly.
Congratulations! [Character Sheet - Mira Troposphere] unlocked!
Custom Helldiver [Hellrider] has been added to your garage!
"Mira, is it? Griff Heller, nice to meet you. Come on through to my office."
Having handed your questionnaire over to the receptionist a good twenty minutes prior, it takes your idle mind a moment to parse the request, and you glance idly away from the small, dusty window facing out onto the pressed-dirt lot that the squat building is situation upon. Seeing where you were staring, the man who spoke to you also glances out at the lot, and you feel a frisson of embarrassment at the unspoken analysis of your character. Squatting on the rusty dirt, shimmering in the heat, there are a few beaten-up old jeeps, a stern-looking flat tray truck and two Zoids, seeming in your mind to be almost alive as they quiver angrily in the heatwave sweeping across Delpoi.
One of the Zoids is a bright yellow Guysack, a squat scorpion Zoid with black caution stripes all over it, the paint flaking and pitted from what you can only imagine is a constant life of hard work in harsh conditions. It's a sensible Zoid, something an honest blue-collar laborer might use, perhaps the most utilitarian of all Republican designs with its hydraulic pincer claws, reinforced roll-cage cockpit and powerful modular tail. It's clear that this one has been modified extensively for its role as a construction vehicle, and that makes the modifications to your own Zoid even more embarrassing by comparison.
Jet black, lined with golden panel details and gold-buffed fins, your Hellrider looks like a vicious, angry hybrid between a hammerhead shark and a motorcycle. Which is basically what it is. The Hellrider is your pride and joy, but in such a setting as the parking lot of a construction company, it does look a little… misplaced. Still, the apparent faux pas of having showed up for your first day with such a showy Zoid doesn't seem to bother your new boss at all.
"Nice ride," he comments dryly as he turns around and heads into his cluttered little office. Taking a moment to scope out the nature of the man you'll be working for, you pass an eye over both him and his workspace. A large man crammed into a small space, Griff looks almost the same age as yourself, except where your petite frame would be lost among the piles of paperwork and files, he cannot help but stand out. Bristling with dirty blonde stubble, dark bags under his eyes, a dozen cigarette butts crushed into an overflowing ashtray, all the signs indicate a man struggling to keep on top of the huge amount of work flowing in and out of his office, and yet there is an intensity to his gaze that warns you how wrong such an assumption would be.
"So, Mira Troposphere," he remarks, glancing at your questionnaire and then back at you. That intense gaze. Squirming slightly, you await the inevitable question, the one that people always ask you when they learn that your family stems from the God Tribe in the heart of the Helic Republic.
"What's with the hotrod in the parking lot?"
Huh, not what you were expecting. Not even a little. You trip on your words, and Griff picks up on that, helping you out by continuing the conversation all by himself.
"You must struggle to get much mileage out of that thing, those Magnessor Systems just chew up the reggel ever since the Moonfall. Gotta be a real fight to keep it under control too. I've heard it's like trying to cross a frozen lake without iceskates," he continues, flicking idly though the pages on the clipboard as his eyes drift between you and the questionnaire.
"Uh, yeah, I guess it's a little difficult, but I like the challenge, and c'mon, it's a hoverbike that's a shark," you quip, recovering from your initial surprise with ease.
"Hah, yeah that's true," he admits. Having broken the ice, Griff leans back in his chair, and begins casually chatting with you about the company. You've done your research so it's fairly familiar information, but you nod in the right spots, follow along and keep the conversation flowing.
As it turns out, Griffith Heller is surprisingly frank with you. Zi-Builders is a relatively new construction company, built on the back of his hard work, and the contract that they've secured with the WCN for infrastructure is a major boon to the financials of the company. They've grown fast, perhaps a bit too fast, and have recently taken on a number of interns across the board to absorb some of the duties required of the company by strict WCN stipulations.
"Luckily for you, and hopefully for us as well, that's where you come in, Mira!"
Leading you from his office and out the back of the waiting room, Griff ushers you into a cavernous echoing room, and with a flick of a switch lights flicker to life, revealing a hangar filled with enormous machines of all shapes and styles.
Yellow and black construction-modded zoids with shovels, scoops and jackhammers mounted on limbs.
Sleek black units with menacing cannon emplacements on their backs.
Squat radar-finned monitoring models.
Insects, dinosaurs, apes, wolves, tigers, and many more are crammed inside the hangar. It's a magnificent sight to behold, and you find yourself craning your neck madly as you stroll past the models, trying to take in as much as possible, before Griff stops in front of several cluttered bays.
"Based on the skills in your CV, and your role within the company, we'll be allocating you a work zoid for the construction duties you'll be undertaking. We've got all kinds of modular utility units to fit onto our Zoids, so fitting them out for appropriate project service shouldn't be too hard no matter what you pick. Which one would you prefer?"
[ ] Godos. A stalwart staple of the Republican army, it was the primary light infantry unit in the Helic military after the arrival of humans brought about advanced weapons technology, being one of the first units to blend human and Zoidian technology. A simple and reliable design with good flexibility and stability, the utility of the Godos is substantial, and it is commonly seen in a variety of civilian roles, with power tools and other units often held in or replacing its hands.
[ ] Double Sworder. A former ground-support unit that filled the same role as a light attack helicopter, the Double Sworder is a stag beetle bred from calm, mindless domestic stock that will obey its pilot's commands with little resistance at all. Its powerful mandibles can crush other lightweight Zoids, but the model in the hangar seems to have a pair of circular saws fitted on the end of the mandibles to carve up landscape around it, as well as a protective rollcage cockpit frame. The performance of the Double Sworder is somewhat impaired, due to the magnetic disruptions in the atmosphere, so it lacks true flight capability, being able to hover a few meters off the ground and jet about using a Flexible Booster System that sloughs it around with solid agility.
[ ] Drill Molga. The Molga is one of the earliest models of Zenebas zoids and was a common light attack force in earlier stages of the war, but its low-slung design also makes it a highly versatile platform for mounting equipment to, and the Drill Molga is a standardised upgrade package provided by the manufacturers. Well-armored for its size, the Drill Molga is able to easily tunnel into the ground for mining and construction work, and it is also quite a quick unit. However, it has low mobility and its firepower is not high.
[ ] Twinhorn. A zoid with a noble lineage, the design once served as elite shocktroopers and bodyguards in the Imperial Guard of the Zenebas Empire. A stocky but tough little unit, the Twinhorn has the endurance to keep on keeping on for ages, consuming its Reggel fuel very efficiently. The trunk can be used for construction purposes and it is not uncommon to see heavy machinery mounted on its back in place of the cannons, while a blowtorch/flamethrower in the nozzle of the trunk allows for precise machinery work.