You were a scrap dealer, with a passion for Zoids in any way possible. You drove in the jeep you fixed that pulled a trailer for parts through a forest that a battle had recently taken place in with the Republic and Empire. Further off in the dense trees, you spotted the dying glow of what seemed to be orange eyes of a Zoid. You took the opportunity to see if you could salvage the Zoid, but that was before you realized it was still alive, but heavily damaged.

You decided to repair the Republic Zoid in your shop, though you weren’t sure if you should return it to the Republic or remove the symbols and keep it as your own partner away from all the war. That didn’t cross your mind for a while though, as you were curious if it would let you ride or in different term, pilot it. You sat against it’s front claws, staring up at the ceiling.