The morning sun came up over the horizon, bringing warmth to the many bodies that had long laid dead and cold upon the land. The battlefield was no longer green or brown with life, but temporarily stained a blood red. With the redness was a foul stench from all the dead and decaying bodies, which seemed to cover the field on into the horizon. Even the blue sky wasn't spared. It seemed to have been dyed a gut twisting red color that just made one want to vomit from sickness.
Gavv, the Demon Dragon King, stood upon a small cliff, overlooking the carnage. Behind him stood his massive army of Mazoku followers. The army was mostly made of people who carried medieval like weapons, swords, shields, axes, bows, etc. But, there was a small group situated in the front of the army that carried machine guns and grenades.
You see, ever since World War 3 ended, weapons factories all over the world had been converted to provide more materials for reconstruction of the world's economy, not for war. As a result many things, like airplanes and warships, are no longer common things to see, that included guns, tanks, etc. But, the Black Market was still making a fortune repairing and selling off things like these.
Gavv stood upon the cliff and smiled as he breathed in deep, the smell of death was plentiful, so Gavv made sure to have his share of it. He then let out a loud laugh of pleasure as he examined his handiwork before him. A small Mazoku then came up from behind him. The Mazoku soldier came to attention and saluted Gavv, "Lord Gavv," the man announced, "the Old New York ruins have been secured and all American forces have been neutralized." Gavv stopped laughing long enough to spare the soldier a brief glance.
"Good," Gavv replied, "ready the troops to push southward to Washington City, there we will deploy our engineers and ready our base." Gavv raised his hand and motioned for the soldier to be dismissed. The soldier, not wanting to anger Gavv, quickly dropped his salute and jogged back to the waiting army.
Far away from the battlefield, standing on a small balcony of an old hotel stood Zelgadis. Zel was dressed in his traditional white clothes that he always had on. Zel held a pair of binoculars to his face as he watched Gavv, from behind, laugh out loud.
"It's those damn Mazoku." Zel said aloud.
"What're they up to this time." A voice called from inside the hotel. Zel increased the magnification of the binoculars to the max.
"I can't tell yet." Zel said as he panned around the scene. "Wait, I see some dead American soldiers laying around."
"That would probably mean that Gavv has destroyed the Americans 2nd northern guard, they were stationed here you know?" The voice said again.
"Yes, I know." Zel grumbled. "It's none of my business."
"I think it would be," called the voice. "You know perfectly well, that the Americans are the only ones still capable of finding a cure for your radiation poisoning."
Zel sighed, "I guess your right Zangulus."
"I know I am." Zangulus stated as he came out of the hotel. Zangulus was dressed in his old bounty hunter clothes, minus the hat, and his hair was dirty and matted with dirt and sweat. Zangulus took the binoculars from Zel's hands and looked upon the dead bodies as well.
"Hmm, what do say we do next?" Zangulus asked. "We can't catch that boat in the Old New York harbor anymore."
"Well, we can't stay here, it looks as if Gavv's army is headed this way." Zel said.
Zangulus lowered the binoculars as he turned to head for the hotel room. "Well, we better get going." Zangulus motioned to leave.
Zel nodded as he followed Zangulus into the hotel room and down to the hotel's lobby. The room was in desperate need of repairs and there were mice and cockroaches everywhere. All of the critters scattered to escape as Zangulus and Zelgadis entered the room. They left through the hotels rotating door and out into the sunlight. Waiting for them was an old WW3 tank, a T-33 hovertank that looked just like a normal tank except that it hovered, and leaning beside the tank was another man. The man had on a pair of black shoes, black jeans a dark green shirt, and a black cape. The man also had emerald green eyes and dirty dark blue, almost black, hair. As soon as the man saw Zel and Zangulus approaching, he leapt into the tank's pilot seat and started the engine. Zangulus and Zelgadis also climbed into the top of the tank and closed the lid.
"So what did you see?" the green eyed man asked.
Zangulus was the one who replied, "We saw Gavv and his army coming our way, so we should be for someplace out of the way."
"Sure thing," the man replied as he drove the tank and headed south "I suggest that we head for the Chesapeake Bay harbor. I heard they had a boat big enough for Dragon Slave here." The man rubbed the tank's steering wheel with care.
Zel stared at the man with a displeased look, "You named your tank Dragon Slave?" he asked.
"Of course," the man beamed with pride, "Dragon Slave cost me a big bundle of money, so naturally I need to watch out for it as good as I can, and giving it a name seemed only natural." Zel dropped the topic and just sat in silence as the man drove the tank onward.
"Say, Esiro," Zangulus started the conversation again, "were did you get this tank exactly? You said you didn't get it from the Black Market, so where exactly?"
Esiro just gave Zangulus a nervous glance. "That's a long story and one that is not meant to be discussed with any one, period!" Zangulus shrugged, "Fine have it your way." Zel just stared out the small window in the tank's side.
Breathing a sigh of relief, thankful that Zangulus hadn't harassed him for an answer, Esiro looked upon a small computer display that was propped up next to the tank's wheel.
"According to the navicom, we should be in Chesapeake Bay in about 10 hours, better break out some of those M.R.E.'s (meals ready to eat)"
Back in the Sailoon capitol, King Phil stood in front of his throne. Looking upon Phil were all of the Sailoon generals and royal advisor's.
"Gentlemen," King Phil started, "we have gathered her today to discuss this rumor of war that Mr. Xellos has informed me of." Phil indicated, to his left, Xellos as he spoke. Next to Xellos was Lina, Gourry and on Phil's right was Amelia.
"It is time to make our preparations now, for time is against us." Phil then formed a fist and raised it his in the hair. "We shall conquer these no good Mazoku with peace and justice." Phil announced. Amelia then stepped in to add her own part. "No matter how strong the forces of darkness are, they shall all be crushed with the hammer of Justice." The audience cheered, and applauded. Xellos just looked on with a smile, while Lina started to sweatdrop, and Gourry just stood in his spot.
One of Phil's generals stood forward and bowed, "My lord, we shall no fail you. My boys in the Sailoon royal guard are the best of the best. We shall jump at your every command."
"You are my most loyal follower, General Cravats. I pray that you are successful." Just as Phil was about to continue, another man entered the throne room.
"Brother!" the man called with concern.
"Prince Christopher, my brother welcome!" Phil said with a large smile.
"Brother," Chris continued without skipping a beat. "What is all this talk of war I hear in the kingdom?" Phil then lost his smile and looked Chris straight in the eyes.
"I'm afraid it's all true, and I am preparing this kingdom to help defend the cause of justice, alongside our friends and brothers over in America.