The forests were important to Yoshiza. He couldn't cope with them being cut down by the bigger robots, it didn't seem right. His Draganoid brothers of the past would be distraught to see their forests demolished. Their homes destroyed. Their world dead.
But that didn't matter now. All that mattered, was for Yoshiza to get to the forest before the cutting machines arrived. He pumped as much power as he could into his little scooter, but it was going beyond maximum speed.
This is why we don't avert important instructions though, as the scooter was literally shaking itself apart. A mile away from the forest perimeter, the scooter's footrests fell off. Then the headlight. Then the handles. Yoshiza timed it just right to grab onto the front engines to steer them by hand, but he had no control over speed. The scooter's engines screamed into almost triple maximum speed, and was also going higher, and higher, until...
As the huge excavator made it's way to the forest, it's crew piloting it were no more than excited. Bracing their tools for action, they were almost oblivious to what was going on ahead.
Almost one hundred Draganoids had linked hands, in an attempt to stop the towering vehicle. With a shout of caution over the excavator's loudspeakers, the small roadblocks ahead were losing hope. The excavator was showing no sign of stopping.
Just when the tiny avengers lost all hope, a nearby Huwanga tree toppled on-top of the excavator. It was fast enough and heavy enough to snap the huge vehicle in half, whilst hurling it sideways. The Draganoids down below felt the forest was fighting back, but the real cause wasn't half as charming...
Yoshiza's scooter had lost control
completely, flying through the air at great speed. When he came over the forest, he lost grip of the two engines, and went hurtling backwards, down into the tree canopy.
Luckily, he landed on an old wooden platform. He stood up and looked around him. He recognised this place... a small wooden hut built into the tree trunk. Inside was a chair, a bed, toy Draganoids, and an old telephonic device. This was his old room. This is were he was built. His first room.
He went to look at the pictures on the wall. There he was, his grandfather. His sensai. But he was noticeably younger, wearing an old army helmet and holding a sword. This was the man who trained him to fight. This, was his true father. He knew now he had to fight. But... where was his scooter?
The Draganoids who tried to stop the excavator inspected the huge tree before them. It was rotten, and slippery. A few of the younger Draganoids went to take a look at the tree, to see what was what. One of them shouted from within the leaves. Fire. Rising fast and thick.
Quickly, three of his fellows stamped out the flames from the scooter.
Scooter? A red scooter had careered into the tree, and quite literally shunted it over on top of the excavator. As the engines ticked over, the four Draganoids noticed the lack of footrests. And lights. And, most importantly, handlebars.
Two of the four pulled the wrecked vehicle out of the wood. They then noticed the license disc. One of them recognised the red and blue entity in the picture. His friend Yoshiza.