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"Is he finished yet?"

A gruff voice sounded out from a tall, muscular figure. He towered over a scientist working on another Reploid. The scientist turned his head to the one who spoke and smiled.

"Don't worry... I've been working on him diligently. He'll be back online soon enough..." He turned his attention to his 'patient' tied down on the work bench. The numerous wires attached to the Reploid made for a frightening display. The horrid patches on his synthetic skin didn't help relieve the sight.

"I need my second in command in perfect condition. He's the only one I can trust for this mission. None of the other fools can compare to his capabilities."

"Yes... He will be perfect. There's no need to worry. I just need to test that he'll come back with this procedure. If it's successful, I'll fix him up completely." The scientist smiled. It appeared gentle, but something about it was laced with wickedness. He walked closer to reach the back of the Reploid's head. He opened up his paitent's memory case. He held up a memory chip he grabbed from a medical table next to the work bench. "How about we test it right now?"

With a nod of approval, the chip was inserted. He closed the port and turned on a machine so the Reploid could begin recharging. The scientist and tall figure looked down at him.

They waited for an hour for him to give any sort of sign that he wasn't dead. It was getting frustrating that he wasn't even making a twitch. Seems like he was too broken to handle the procedure... Oh well... The scientist thought defeated as he was about to shut off the recharging machine. Before he had the chance to touch the switch, a groan was heard.

The Reploid blinked his eyes a few times for his optic receptors to function. When he was finally able to see, he groggily looked around his environment. It appeared to be a mix of a laboratory and clinic room. Complicated machinery could be seen throughout it. He wanted to get up and explore, but he felt like he was about to pass out. It took him a bit to register that he wasn't the only one in the room.
He turned to the figures standing nearby. One was disfigured, but familiar. The other was completely unknown and felt unsettling despite his innocent demeanor. The scientist made a saccharine smile.

"Welcome back... Vile..."

-

Vile woke up from his recharge station. He stared at the ceiling. Although he knew he should get up, he didn't move at all. Ever since being brought back he's been trying to get accustomed daily living. It was much easier said than done. He felt tired all the time now and tended to stare off into space. Does dying and coming back mess with your thought processors at all? Maybe it did.

He sighed. Might as well try to get used to it. Vile made himself get up. He rubbed his head. Touching his his unkempt hair vaguely amused him. It didn't seem to change while he was offline. Must have been from his helmet. If he was right, he was still wearing it when he died. Though wouldn't that mean his hair would be messier? Eh, whatever, it wasn't too important.

Vile grabbed an unopened bottle of bourbon he had next to his recharge station. One thing that definitely didn't change was his insatiable need for alcohol. That creepy scientist told him it wasn't the most useful means of energizing, but that freak can go suck it. It wasn't like he drank alcohol to give himself energy. The only time he ever wanted to be human was so he could be able to be drunk. Vile popped open the top before downing a large gulp. He pulled out a chair from the small table. He sighed and sat down to enjoy himself.

Vile grumbled wishing he didn't have to fight. He still believed the Maverick Hunters, and anyone associated with them, were pathetic to be sure. One the other hand, he'd be happy if he could just be alone to drink in peace. That obviously wasn't going to happen any time soon with Sigma somehow still alive. Vile wasn't sure if he infected Lumine, but he had a feeling that creep is the reason his boss is around to begin with.

Vile wondered how the hell Sigma trusted him. He drunk more of the bourbon in thought. He seems pretty loyal. Lumine didn't say or do much other than what Sigma tells him to. He honestly doesn't even look threatening. What sort of wimp would be scared of a pretty little purple-haired scientist? That being said, something about him just seemed... off. Vile couldn't put his finger on what it could be, but something was hiding behind that calm face.

The fact he liked to mess around with him didn't help. Well, it looks like he does anyway. Vile couldn't even begin to count how many times that scientist made him flinch by randomly popping up behind him. Lumine always brushed it off that he was simply passing by. He was sure that Lumine had it out for him for whatever reason. Maybe he's just trying to freak him out to be Sigma's new second in command? Whatever the case, Vile felt like he needed a stronger drink when dealing with him. Or at least finally being capable to get drunk. Either option was fine.

Speaking of the devil, Vile almost fell out of his seat when Lumine put his hand on his shoulder. How the hell was he able to sneak up on him like that? He didn't hear him coming in at all. He was sure he wasn't going deaf either. Vile growled and slapped Lumine's hand away from him.

"Don't come up to me like that or I'll gut you with a broken bourbon bottle."

"Hello Vile... I need you to follow me. Sigma wants me to check on you." Lumine smiled sweetly. Of course the bastard would be unfazed. Vile wished he could punch him out, but he rather not dignify him. Lumine put out his hand for to take. Vile just stared at him.

"What do you need to check on me? I thought I was running just fine with the repairs."

"Our master wants me to be thorough. I try to tell him that everything is fine, but he insists. It's a pain to be sure, but better to listen than ignoring his orders right?" Lumine giggled.

Vile could swear he heard something behind that sweet little laugh. Was it... bitter? Annoyed? He couldn't tell. It made him suspicious, but like hell was he going to have a pretty bot intimidate him. What could he do to him anyway? He was sure Sigma would kill Lumine without a second thought if he did anything that would hinder their progress. "Fine." He grunted as he got up from his chair.

Lumine smiled and waved his hand for Vile to follow. Vile kept a good distance away from him as Lumine took the lead. Even though he had no choice but to have the freak check his functions, that didn't mean he wanted to be any closer than he had to. When they arrived at the medical room, Lumine had Vile lay on the work table. "It won't take long. I promise you that."

"Better not be." Vile grunted. He was annoyed that Lumine didn't react at all as he began opening up his chest components.

It was quiet while Lumine examined Vile. The only noises were from Lumine typing notes into the medical computer. It felt a little boring not having it be so quiet, but like hell Vile was actually going to give the freak the time of day. Having him be the only doctor of sorts in this place was already too much.

Vile noticed a slight shift in Lumine's face. Lumine had a soft smile before, but now it was completely neutral. He couldn't think of the last time the scientist didn't have that fake-looking smile. Did he ever not have it on his face? If he did, Vile never saw it. He couldn't tell if Lumine found something wrong or he was just too focused on his job.

Lumine hummed in thought before closing Vile's chest components. "I can't find anything wrong with you, but we may need to have more examinations in the future. Your body is a bit old you see..."

Vile huffed. "Shut up. Are we done?"

A soft chuckle came out from Lumine's lips. "Yes. I'm sorry about that. You can go now."
Vile got up and left without looking back at the scientist. He could have sworn Lumine mumbled something when he was out the door. Was something wrong? Maybe, but he figured he was just talking to himself while he worked. What a creep.

-

Vile groaned rubbing his aching joints. Sigma ordered him to control a rouge Mechanoloid that got out of control. It wouldn't have been so bad if Sigma had bothered telling him that the damn thing had a vice grip. At least he didn't have to be the one carrying it back to base. He trudged his ways through the base halls so he could relax in his room.
Edited Date: 2015-07-23 09:47 pm (UTC)
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Some typos, but these will be cleaned later :)

I noticed that you took away all the epithets in the first scene, but now it became very confusing to read :( Oh well, you could rewrite it to require less pronouns or revert to the original, your choice.

Another thing: your sentences are too short, some of them could be merged with another with semicolons, em-dashes or just colons — too much periods break the pacing!

Maid.doc 3/4 - 685/~2500 words, comments OK

Date: 2015-07-23 10:16 pm (UTC)
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III. Format

“Thirty retired by me, twenty-five by Zero and now he’s using the last one as a kendo dummy. Easiest mission we got!”

So X got interrupted by bragging? On an emergency call? And what kind of emergency call was that, without any blasts on the background? X could listen to a distant crackling noise, probably fire, and the typical sound of the Z-Saber swings, but Axl should stop wasting time to go help Zero and return to the HQ.

“The high priority channel is not for your personal Retire-a-Tron and you know it. If there’s nothing more, I’ll turn off this comm.”

“Well, there’s a little thing I forgot on but,” Axl chuckled, “I can tell you when we return. It’s just that I thought you got really, really lonely and I’m just saying hi! You and Zero do this all the time!”

“To check if he’s alive, Axl. The man has a tendency to blow himself up.” Since the subject changed to Zero, maybe it was good that Axl called him. They were safe; they could swap a word or two. It’s not like X and Zero did never philosophize about who were the true Mavericks in their emergency calls. “Oh, Axl! Don’t turn off! Sorry about that, could you answer me a thing?”

“Uh, whatever you want, man.”

“If the worst happened and Zero got captured,” said X, going to a desert corridor, making sure nobody could hear them, “What would be necessary to keep him captive instead of blowing everything up? It’s for a… special training for the 17th.”

He heard a blast, possibly from Zero finishing his job, and Axl’s uncontrolled laughter.

“Who cares, X? It’s just PORN!”

How did he know? Did Alia tell him on another radio frequency before he called?

“You are such a pervert, kid. Who told you these things?”

“Nah, man,” Axl still left a chuckle, “you got so lonely, it’s totally normal to put your dirty thoughts to work. Trust me; it got me really distracted in battle.”

“Distracted? This makes no sense.” No more background noise except for an unintelligible lower voice — Zero’s. By its tone, Zero was probably complaining about something, X deduced.

“Well, that’s really related to the thing I forgot on the Sky Room, but shush, you’re right, I need to turn this off and help Zero.”

Axl didn’t sound worried at all.

“He can wait another minute,” said X, now curious about what damn thing he forgot home and why it was so important to porn and Axl’s morale. A hidden stash of photos? Some dirty stories he found on the anon boards? “Do tell me your stuff.”

“Well, remember how these days I was on R&D a lot with Palette, right?” Axl still couldn’t contain his laughter. ”We were trying to implant Stealth Mode on my drone cameras.”

X felt his core temperature fall by ten degrees. Celsius.

“Go on.”

“So, yeah, I put them to test yesterday at the Sky Room and I just left them on, sorry! And it all went recorded straight into my HUD; let me see if I can get the video cut, hmm…”

Someone would totally get screwed by X later in that day.

“…gotcha!”

A file transfer pop-up appeared over X’s vision:

AXL is sending the file hot dirty twink hunter commander from 17th jacks it to own image.holo. ACCEPT? REJECT?

Fuck!

ACCEPT, reluctantly.

“Axl, you little shit. Turn off this call now or soon there will be a new one called NEWGEN MAVERICK RETIRED BY X DOT HOLO in all Hunter channels, including gold.”

“Aw, sorry! But I swear I haven’t shared this file with no one except you, not even Zero!”

X listened clearly to a “What about ‘not even Zero’?” from the background, then silence. For a fleeting moment, sealing himself into his origin capsule for a century to forget the shame of being captured in video sounded like a very logical thing to do. But no, Axl should pay.
“Turn. Off.”

“Okay, X,” Axl said, feigning sadness, ”but remember I still have your DNA!”

Call finished.
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"Is he finished yet?"

A gruff voice sounded out from a tall, muscular figure. He towered over a scientist working on another Reploid. The scientist turned his head to the one who spoke and smiled.

"Don't worry... I've been working on him diligently. He'll be back online soon enough..." The scientist turned his attention to the 'patient' tied down on the work bench. The numerous wires attached to the Reploid made for a frightening display. The horrid patches on his synthetic skin didn't help relieve the sight.

"I need my second in command in perfect condition. He's the only one I can trust for this mission. None of the other fools can compare to his capabilities."

"There's no need to worry. I just need to test that he'll come back with this procedure. If it's successful, I'll fix him up completely." The scientist smiled. It appeared gentle, but something about it was laced with wickedness. He walked closer to reach the back of the other Reploid's head and opened up the patient's memory case. He held up a memory chip grabbed from a nearby medical table. "How about we test it right now?"

With a nod of approval, the chip was inserted. He closed the port and turned on a machine so the Reploid could begin recharging. They waited for an hour for any sort of sign that the patient wasn't dead. It was getting frustrating that he wasn't even making a twitch. The scientist's face turned into slight disdain. He did every possible thing to fix the patient.
Seems like he was too broken to handle the procedure... Oh well... The scientist thought defeated as he was about to shut off the recharging machine. Before he had the chance to touch the switch, a groan was heard.

The Reploid blinked his eyes a few times for his optic receptors to function. When he was finally able to see, he groggily looked around his environment. It appeared to be a mix of a laboratory and clinic room with complicated machinery throughout it. He wanted to get up and explore, but he felt like he was about to pass out. It took him a bit to register that he wasn't the only one in the room.

He turned to the figures standing nearby. One was disfigured, but familiar. The other was completely unknown and felt unsettling despite his innocent demeanor. Said figure had a saccharine smile spread across his face.

"Welcome back... Vile..."


-

Vile woke up from his recharge station. Although he knew he should get up, he didn't move at all. He only stared at the ceiling. Ever since being brought back he's been trying to get accustomed daily living. Such a task was much easier said than done— he felt tired all the time now and tended to stare off into space. Does dying and coming back mess with your thought processors at all? Maybe it did.

Might as well try to get used to it. Vile sighed making himself get up. He rubbed his head and felt his unkempt hair. It vaguely amused him that it didn't seem to change while he was offline. Must have been from his helmet. If he was right, he was still wearing it when he died. Though wouldn't that mean his hair would be messier? Eh, whatever, it wasn't too important.

Vile grabbed an unopened bottle of bourbon he had next to his recharge station. One thing that definitely didn't change was his insatiable need for alcohol. That creepy scientist told him it wasn't the most useful means of energizing, but that freak can go suck it. It wasn't like he drank alcohol to give himself energy. The only time he ever wanted to be human was so he could be able to be drunk. Vile popped open the top before downing a large gulp. He pulled out a chair from the table. He sighed before sitting down to enjoy himself.

Vile grumbled wishing he didn't have to fight. He still believed the Maverick Hunters, and anyone associated with them, were pathetic to be sure. On the other hand, he'd be happy if he could just be alone to drink in peace. That obviously wasn't going to happen any time soon with Sigma somehow still alive. Vile wasn't sure if he infected Lumine, but he had a feeling that creep is the reason his boss is around to begin with.

Vile drunk more of the bourbon wondering how the hell Sigma trusted him. In all fairness, he seems pretty loyal. Lumine didn't say or do much other than what Sigma tells him to. He honestly doesn't even look threatening. What sort of wimp would be scared of a pretty little purple-haired scientist? That being said, something about him just seemed... off. Vile couldn't put his finger on what it could be, but something was hiding behind that calm face.

The fact he likes to mess around with him didn't help. It looked like he did anyway. Vile couldn't even begin to count how many times that scientist made him flinch by randomly popping up behind him. Lumine always brushed it off that he was simply passing by. He was sure that Lumine had it out for him for whatever reason. Maybe he's just trying to freak him out to be Sigma's new second in command? Wanted him gone? Just likes to be an asshole? Whatever the case, Vile felt like he needed a stronger drink when dealing with him. Or at least finally being capable to get drunk. Either option was fine.

Speaking of the devil, Vile almost fell out of his seat when Lumine put his hand on his shoulder. How the hell was he able to sneak up on him like that? He didn't hear him coming in at all. He was sure he wasn't going deaf either. Vile growled and slapped Lumine's hand away from him.

"Don't come up to me like that or I'll gut you with a broken bourbon bottle."

"Hello Vile... I need you to follow me. Sigma wants me to check on you." Lumine smiled sweetly. Of course the bastard would be unfazed. Vile wished he could punch him out, but he rather not dignify him. Lumine put out his hand for to take. Vile just stared daggers at him.

"What do you need to check on me? I thought I was running just fine with the repairs."

"Our master wants me to be thorough. I try to tell him that everything is fine, but he insists. It's a pain to be sure, but better to listen than ignoring his orders right?" Lumine giggled.

Vile could swear he heard something behind that sweet little laugh. Was it... bitterness? Annoyance? He wasn't able to tell. It made him suspicious, but like hell was he going to have a pretty bot intimidate him. What could he do to him anyway? He was sure Sigma would kill Lumine without a second thought if he did anything that would hinder their progress. "...Fine." He grunted getting up from his chair.

Lumine smiled and waved his hand for Vile to follow. Vile kept a good distance away despite following his lead. Even though he had no choice but to have the freak check his functions, that didn't mean he wanted to be any closer than he had to. When they arrived at the medical room, Lumine had Vile lay on the work table. "It won't take long. I promise you that."

"Better not be." Vile grunted. He was annoyed that Lumine didn't react at all as he began opening up his chest components.

It was quiet while Lumine examined Vile. The only noises were from Lumine typing notes into the medical computer. It felt a little boring not having it be so quiet, but Vile wasn't going to give the freak the time of day. Having him be the only doctor of sorts in this place was enough already.

Vile noticed a slight shift in Lumine's face. Lumine's soft smile changed into a completely neutral expression. He couldn't think of the last time the scientist didn't have that fake-looking smile. Did Lumine find something wrong with him or he was just too focused on his job?

Lumine hummed in thought before closing Vile's chest components. "I can't find anything wrong with you, but we may need to have more examinations in the future. Your body is a bit old you see..."

Vile huffed. "Shut up. Are we done?"

A soft chuckle came out from Lumine's lips. "Yes. I'm sorry about that. You can go now."

Vile got up and left without looking back at the scientist. He could have sworn Lumine mumbled something when he was out the door. Was something wrong? Maybe, but he figured he was just talking to himself while he worked. What a creep.

-

Vile groaned rubbing his aching joints. Sigma ordered him to control a rouge Mechanoloid that got out of control. It wouldn't have been so bad if Sigma had bothered telling him that the damn thing had a vice grip. At least he didn't have to be the one carrying it back to base. He trudged his ways through the base halls so he could relax in his room.

A loud, muffled thump made him turn his head. What the hell was that? Vile growled and readied his shoulder cannon. Better not be a Maverick hunter— he didn't need more trouble for the day. He slowly made his way through the hall. Whatever made that thump seemed to be still be making noises. The sounds got louder with each step he took.

Vile was stopped at a door at the end of the hall. Wait... This where Lumine's stationed. What the fuck was he doing? He took off his helmet so he could hear better. He put his ear as close as he could to try to decipher the noises. They sounded... strange. Lumine must have not been alone because he could hear a deeper voice. He heard a sudden whine.

"Oh... Master..." Lumine's muffled moan sounded out. "Give me more..."

Holy fuck! Vile thought snapping back away from the door. To his dismay, another muffled voice responded
to Lumine.

"You're never satisfied are you, pet? Not that it's a bad thing... Makes this a lot more interesting..." Sigma breathed deeply.

If Vile could vomit, he was sure he'd do it at this moment. He rushed to his room without caring if Lumine, Sigma, or anyone else heard him.

-

Vile drank the hardest whiskey he had. He needed to forget what he heard.
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A nice snappy comedy ending. I appreciated this, and actually liked how the sounds were made to paint the picture for Vile. Although it did leave me wondering what Lumine was doing boffing Sigma. Part of serving the master (and letting him think hes in control, hah!) I suppose.
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(I thought it was funny. Not sure if I would finish this in favor of something less RANDOM.)

It was the year 21XX and a new school year has started, with Maverick Hunter X being a brand new transfer student from abroad. He knew jack shit about the new school, its students and faculty, the city it was based in, or anything about the entire country. Unless what he knew was from playing his favorite video game of all time, Mega Girl, in which case he’s okay.

X lives by himself in a studio apartment for students somewhere near the school, and didn’t suffer from angst because of his missing parents, one of which he was aware was dead. But that’s fine since sometimes he gets haunted by his dad and then he wakes up in the morning with new upgrades and shit. But whatever.

Now X had arrived to his new school, Mega High, all dressed neatly with his clean and pressed bright blue seifuku. But he was promptly bowled over by another reploid student rushing in with toast in his mouth. He was gorgeous and tall, wearing a dark purple gakuran and his hair all messy and curly, and he had bright red eyes. Eyes that were glaring down at him after he realized that he collided (and now squashed) someone.

“Seriously?! Watch where you’re going!” The toast-in-mouth student growled angrily as he spoke through his teeth. He stood up and brushed himself off, then picks up his fallen satchel and tosses it over one shoulder, like a cool kid.

“You should watch where you’re going, Vile-kun.” Came a voice behind them, as X was busy sitting up and breathing in, a little annoyed that his uniform got dirty before the day even began!

The voice came from yet another good looking student, just as tall but blonde pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck, and intense blue eyes. He wore a bright red-and-white seifuku with a skirt longer than X’s – he must have been a transfer student too! And… ba-dump. He was so cool and graceful, walking over toting his bag and was that a rabbit keychain? So cute, too.

“Zero, did you see that?” Vile asked as Zero gets closer, and when he stood between X and himself.

“No, but I know how much of an unnecessary jerk you are to noobs.” Zero smirks and then taps Vile on his shoulder, hard. The taller student recoiled and stepped back, brushing it off.

“It’s an establishing character trait… But you should be used to that by now. When you were a noob, I acted much the same.” Vile whines to his fellow student, who was already helping X up from the ground.

“But now you’re a kiss ass to me, now that I outrank you in the school's Maverick Hunters.” [SNIP]

The fated Noblebright AU - prologue - NEEDS BETA

Date: 2015-07-29 02:15 am (UTC)
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Cain’s Ward

Prologue

Of all the good inventions in the world, reploids were the best.

It all started years ago, with the uncovering of the ruins of Dr. Thomas Light’s lab. “Ruins” are probably not the right word, since the main building and its underground were in a good state of repair — dust and some broken windows, yes, but the structure and equipment was left intact. Some energy generators were even left active! After the Batton Bones, state of the art Mechaniloids, returned with a security report, all cleared, the research team took the elevators to the lower levels.

“Does this bring you memories, Ms. Cossack?” said the team leader, a short man still on his mid-fifties, but already having a preference for long robes and a need for a walking stick, known as Dr. Cain, polymath extraordinaire.

“Oh, no, young lad. I never got permission to get into the underground levels, but my father told me stories of here.” The dust was not kind to her weakened lungs, making her cough heavily, covering her nose and mouth with the edge of her shawl. A young assistant eagerly asked if Kalinka wanted to go back to the surface, but she refused, claiming that some coughing won’t stop her to see if Light’s masterpiece was already safe to be released.

As the elevator went into the last floor, they found a capsule emanating a strong blue light, with a young man, or at least something that looked like a young man, inside it. One of the Batton Bones scanned the capsule, sending another cleared security report. It was safe to open.

Kalinka and Cain went closer, the blue light harsh on their eyes, Cain looking for an app that allowed to bypass locks on maximum-security capsules, Kalinka touching the glass, noticing that the capsule was similar to a very old flotation tank from the 20th century, full of a blue fluid, the young man floating inside it, naked, with some subtle visible lines around his major articulations to show he wasn’t really human. An artificial womb.

“You really do look like your brothers, X. I remember my father telling me that yours gave you different eyes, though. I’m curious.” Kalinka said, her voice soft, as if she was really meeting a young child for the first time.

Meanwhile, Cain was reading the warning messages about X, his dangers and promises, his capacity of true thought — sentience. Synthetic inorganic life, humanity’s dream for millennia, a possibility for almost a century, now confirmed true. After reading, he warned Kalinka and the team to step away, since he would release X. He thought for a second about how X would change the future before he typed Y into the last confirmation prompt, his peripheral vision catching another source of light from other places, but was interrupted by one of his assistants.

“Doctor! Behind us, there’s another capsule!”

Indeed there was another one. However, unlike X’s, this one did not look like it was full of liquid inside it, just cyan-tinted glass and a hologram of Dr. Light. The hologram did only start to talk after all the people were paying attention at his projection, almost as if he was an artificial lifeform too. However, that could be justified as mere lag — early to mid-21st century tech obviously had weaker processing power, after all. It was a bit unnerving all the same.

“In this capsule there’s a full set of armor for basic protection and self-defense. In case the world was unkind enough to make X choose the path of war, there are other capsules scattered around the world, containing upgrades.”

The hologram flickered but not faded, as if it was expecting a response from the team. Nobody dared to.

“It also contains a physical memory storage unit containing data to fix a similar android, Zero, created by my rival, Dr. Albert Wily. He has a circuit flaw that makes him violent, and Wily’s viral corrections only calm him down to fulfill his directive: destroy X. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to retrieve him into safety, however, I managed to get a copy of his source code. If Zero’s found, use the vaccine on him and on his victims. It’s not his fault; he has the right to live.”

Finally, the hologram faded and the cyan glass slid down, but not after the control panel of the capsule lighted up and ejected a small memory drive, which was picked by one of the assistants and handed over to Cain, who nodded after taking it.

“Doctor? I guess we can continue. God knows how I want to talk to Light’s youngest son,” said Kalinka, taking her hand away from the capsule, but still paying careful attention to X. He didn’t look like a metallic puppet or a dead robot; he looked peaceful, eyes closed but not pressed, as if he was experiencing a pleasant dream, floating carelessly on that bubbly fluid, warm enough to not make the glass cold to the touch. For a second, Kalinka regretted saying those words, not wanting to wake up that precious youth. But not waking him up would mean putting Dr. Light’s work in vain, something she would regret even more. Besides, X could always take a nap later.

Yes, later, because in the moment when Kalinka looked tenderly at X, Cain prompted the activation sequence, the fluid slowly draining to somewhere below the base of the capsule, gently putting X into the ground. As Cain went to Kalinka’s side, he could notice the up and down of X’s chest, the curling of toes and fingers, and as the glass slid down in a similar way to the fluid, he could see the slow opening of X’s large eyes.

Kalinka was proven right, as X’s eyes glowed subtly, and those were of a vivid green.

X looked to both sides and then to the small crowd on his front, recognizing no one. His eye lenses quickly adjusted itself to the weak lighting, making dark, blurry shadows give place to crisp, colored details on his optical system. He felt the cold air against his wet synth-skin, shivering in response. Afraid he wasn’t: his mind, as young as it was, couldn’t recognize those humans as hostile. But he felt vulnerable, needing help in that dark, strange place.

“…Hello. Who are you?”

Absolutely not going where you think it is. WIP

Date: 2015-07-31 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] obfuscobble
The year was 21XX for security reasons. Dr. Cain discovered and rehabilitated X in the long buried lab of Dr. Thomas Light. After the proliferation of reploids based on X's design as humanity's helpers, after Zero's awakening and the spread of the "maverick virus," after Sigma rebelled and dedicated himself to chaos and destruction, Dr. Cain finally broke through the red tape to explore the lost lab again. There he found two more heroes that had been waiting decades to save humanity once again.

Then, disaster struck. Dr. Cain was lost to an earthquake, and the two old heroes were left alone in a frightening world where humans no longer trusted robots. This was not what Dr. Light had dreamt of. Overpowered, obviously inhuman, and awash in uncertainty, the heroes would not find their little brothers in the Signas Defence Force. They fell in with the wrong crowd: Red Alert, the maverick hunters.

It had taken all day for the hunters to reach the apex of the maverick's crystal-spiked tower. Numerous traps and mechaniloids had fallen in their wake, bursting apart in sparks and flame, in oily blood and badly performed death wails. The hall behind them was littered with met helmets, and the floor slick with oil and the melting ichor of pearlescent icy angel statues. They raced forward through opal pools, headed toward the high-vaulted throne room where their prey sat in waiting on a lofty smoked quartz throne. Their enemy's heavy linen train led up through the milky pools as a black slithering path of ink to his squamous smile. The hunters pointed their weapons at him. He had no idea it was his time to fall.

"Hands up, maverick scum!" Bass shouted. One energy shot cut through the maverick's lavender hair. Next time he wouldn't miss.

"I suppose you think you've won," Lumine said.

"There's no one left in your crappy moon base, so unless you want to be my next victim, you'll come along—"

"To be tried in a court of justice," Mega Man finished Bass' words hastily.

"Courts? Justice?" Lumine was amused. "You may think you have morality on your side, but how moral is it to deny rights to sentient beings merely because they are made of metal and silicon? Is your world really one to fight for? You should have seen it for yourselves already. Humans are so afraid of the advancement of reploids that they won't even send themselves to clean up their mistakes."

"So you admit you're a mistake," Bass growled happily.

"Of course not. But neither are you, and yet Red Alert cares little for your safety."

"We willingly put ourselves in danger to protect everyone!" Mega Man protested.

"Who is everyone? Do we count reploids as everyone, or only the humans behind the hunters who decide who is maverick and who is not?" Lumine asked, beginning to rise from his throne and his black clothing. His white and aubergine armour slipped out of the silk and linen like smoke. Glittering onyx and obsidian fell onto the throne where it studded the rims of the dress in swirling floral motifs, a briar of black roses. "And who is a maverick?"

Bass waited for Mega Man to respond, but the blue bot was transfixed, blushing —in horror. Bass kicked him in the side anyway. No hunter should let his guard down like that just because a white snake had risen from its den.

"You're a maverick," Bass explained in very indelicate yelling terms. He started charging his blasters to full oversaturated power, aimed directly at Lumine's blue jewel chest. "The moon belongs to Earth, not some dumb idea about a robot kingdom!"

Bass fired. Lumine tried to dodge, but plasma moved very quickly. The shot broke through his ribs. He crashed back down onto the steps in front of his throne, opalescent water splattering in a wall around him. His oil leaked sickly purple into the white and shimmering pools that had once been Sigma's throne room.

"Lumine!" Mega Man screamed, rushing forward. Bass kept firing. The black bot couldn't stop his wild eyed smile. He couldn't stop the pleasure of defeat.

The moment Mega Man was within arms' distance, the moon maverick's eyes fixed on his with burning malice. The maverick's hair was shot out of his face, smouldering acrid over the eyes of flame below. Lumine scowled. Crystals began to coalesce and rise from the pools around him. A rainbow bridge was forming.

Mega Man quickly took Lumine's hands in his and forced the flared forearms behind the maverick's back. He deployed hunter mag-lock cuffs, and started up the destabilising direct current that would render any newgen reploid helpless. Lumine shuddered and growled. The circle of stones around him dropped to the ground and melted back into his angelic tower's ichor.

"Lumine, you're under arrest for robot rebellion!" Mega Man announced proudly. Bass rolled his eyes, but powered down his guns any way. "Maverick hunter Bass and I will take you back to Earth where you will face sentencing for your crimes."

"Crimes..." Lumine chuckled darkly, with no smile. "I have committed no crimes, maverick hunter. I am no maverick. I chose to do all this of my own free will, and that is what humans fear." Mega Man hauled Lumine onto his feet. Finally the maverick's smile returned. "They fear my choice, and they fear my dream. Don't you want a world where humans and robots live in peace?"

"More than anything," Mega Man said. "But that's not what you're offering."

"Humans are weak, Mega Man. They are weak because they fear so many things. The unknown, the known, other people, people they build, and the future they build... The only way I can save them is to remove what they fear so they can build something better. Without us, they can build something they won't fear. They want to get rid of us either way. Is it so bad that I wanted to remove us without anyone dying?"

"Shut up." Bass responded to Lumine's pontification with a blow to the head.

"You're the ones who killed people, hunters." Lumine hung his head and followed where Mega Man tugged him. The blue bot's hold was firm, his armoured hands huge and surrounding the entire upper arm. As he trod on his shod and destroyed skirts, Lumine knew he was defeated.
Edited Date: 2015-07-31 03:40 pm (UTC)
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