Can you tell me where I can find your previous fanfics? I would like to give them a read. : >
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3776825/1/The_Fall_of_MegaMan (complete, though there may be typos, my perfect copy on rpm seems to be history and too lazy to revise something I wrote over 2 years ago)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4046367/1/Delusions_of_Grandeur (Incomplete, no plans to complete it until at least The Elf Wars is complete)
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Editor's note: Unlike my previous stories, for sake of brevity (among other things) I wont be as detailed on character appearances as I used to be unless they are obscure, original, or have been significantly modified. Anyone on RPM or the Mega Man section of fanfiction dot net should be familiar with most Mega Man universe characters >.>
I'm on a library computer with no word processing, ill spell check tommorow >.>
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Saga 4: The Elf Wars (working title)
Prologue: False Hope
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"Well, where are they?"
The meeting started a half hour ago, and Signas was growing increasingly agitated. Normally he is the sort of reploid that is always calm and in control. Unfortunately, that had changed within the 48 hours, with maverick activity spiking to level's that were almost unprecedented. The last time it was this bad was during the Eurasia Colony incident and when Sigma managed to spread the Sigma virus around the world by having X and Zero detonate his head. And now two of his star S class hunters, X and Axl were late. As if there was any time to waste.
"Not sure. Odd though, im usually the last one in." Zero mused to himself. Snickers came from various A and B class hunters in the room. An evil glare from Zero quickly put an end to that.
Shortly after the door gave a whirring sound, which was proceeded by X and Axl walking into the room. A small piece of X's helmet was chipped off, Axl was covered in scorch marks.
"The hell happened to you?" Signas asked, eyes wide in bewilderment. X and Axl looked at each other then back at Signas.
"Guess repairs are not complete yet then. One of our operators suddenly turned maverick, and jammed internal communications, then decided to activate all of our internal defense weapons in the control room. Fortunately, no one other than the mavertic was killed and very few injuries." X reported.
Signas face-palmed himself for a moment, trying to calm down so he wouldn't overheat and have a circuit break-down.
"Well, first time I've heard of an operator in MHHQ going maverick. This is really bad. Well, all the more the reason to get started. I call this meeting to order!" Everyone immediatly took their seats.
"As everyone is all too well aware, Maverick attacks have multiplied and alarming rate. Conservative estimates are indicating an almost 700% increase in the number of viral mavericks. Inteligence and scout units have been desperately trying to figure out how this is possible, especially given that Sigma is long gone. Fortunately, one of our operator's was able to decrypt information floating around. Lucky really. "
Signas pushed a button on a remote he was carrying, and the massive 80 inch screen behind him began to show data on a particular maverick group.
"This group of Mavericks here call themselves the Children of Sigma. We first noticed them about 5 years ago, about two months after the destruction of Sigma and Lumine on the moon. Until now, they really havn't been much of a threat, more of a small nuisance really. However, intel suggests a massive surge in their numbers, resources, and activities. Apparently they just test fired some sort of weapon, though we do not know what type of weapon it is. However, reports have surfaced regarding Sigma Loyalists referring to this weapon as 'The Messiah.' "
Everyone in the room became uncomfortably silent. Everyone had the same thought: Sigma was still being a pain in the ass from beyond the grave.
"We have also located the base which supposedly stores this weapon. Im ordering a swift and powerful incursion. Zero, Axl, I want the two of you to lead the operation. Take units 0, 4, and 19. You have authorization to exterminate anyone and everyone in that base that puts up any kind of resistance. I hate saying that, but we are talking about an underground bunker full of Sigma Loyalists. X, I want you to stay here and hold down the fort. After what happened yesterday, I dont want Maverick Hunter HQ caught with it's pants down again."
Everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement. Then X spoke up.
"Anything else sir?"
"Yes, actually. I want all Maverick Hunters on full alert at all times until further notice. On top of the Children of Sigma problems, I also have reports that Vile is on the run again. Apparently mavericks managed to retrieve Vile from the moon. Apparently he killed the mavericks and managed to escape. He is extremely damaged and low on fuel, but he is still dangerous. He has already managed to kill at least 30 mavericks and 10 Maverick Hunter's, and that's just reported instances we are aware of."
X was not happy with Signas from that point on.
"Sir, shouldn't I be leading a unit to deal with him?"
"No X, dealing with Loyalist army, along with protection of civilians and MHHQ is top priority. Everyone has their orders, move out!"
X, Axl, and Zero moved into the hallway and began to ride the elevator to the ground floor. Axl was the first to speak up.
"I have an extremely bad feeling.... about everything...."
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1 day later...
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Vile was on a crate on the second floor of an abadoned mechanaloid factory. How he managed to get to Giga City was beyond his comprehension. Mavericks and Hunters alike were hutning him. Everyone wanted him dead or wanted his capture.
"Well, Am I ever the damned Mr. Popularity. Ha ha ha!"
Vile's thoughts were distorted and confused. He had taken near-castrophic damage while fighting Zero and Axl on the moon. As if to add salt to the wound, a group of Sigma fanatics retrieved him from there. At the time he couldn't fight back. He remembered seeing Sigma's brain case in the back of a transport he was stuffed in, that damned head next to him in a storage compartment, and almost seemed like it was staring at Vile.
"The hell are they gonna do with that dried husk of a shell anyway? Sigma is quite dead. Lumine and those Hunter's made sure of that."
He recalled being strapped to a table surrounded by various tools and machines, much of which was covered in rust and cracks. The scientist reploid who was working on him managed to recharge Vile and repair some of his most basic systems. Too bad the idiot repaired his mobility and firepower first. Well, the guy was rewarded with a plasma round through the head. Gotta love the shoulder cannon.
Most of his memories after that were blurred, almost to the point of completely incoherant. He pieced together a few memories. Breaking free of his make-shift bonds, kicking down a door, breaking out of the facility he was in, killing a few dozen mavericks. Killing a hunter and taking his speeder. Running low on ammo, running like hell. His power cells were once again almost drained.
"Damn... it..."
And with that Vile lost conciousness.
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End of Prologue.
Hopefully another chapter after I manage some sleep.