Megaman X: The Grandest of Freedoms
(Note: Launcher Octopuld's memory has been swapped a bit even though he denies it. He no longer remembers Squid Adler, his good buddy, and he also forgets that he only went maverick to prove his "beautiful" fighting style.)
This is a story. A story of a battle. So very long ago, all of my comrades were slaughtered. Every one of them, cut into pieces or obliterated by the strength of the “buster gun”, all turned into scrap by that putrid Maverick Hunter team. Megaman X… And Zero. They so desperately fought, and they killed every last one of them… The eight of us. But I managed to be rebuilt and reprogrammed. As were my companions. But I was the only one to retain any memory of my fateful battle, and they knew me as just another maverick instead of the ally I was in those days.
My name is Launch Octopus. I was an aquatic model, equipped with metal-piercing rockets and a vortex generator. I had a sort of vampire or leach drive, able to regenerate by means of energy draining. I was one of Sigma’s favorites, and I was strong, proud, and a bit… Overconfident. But that did not stop me.
I fought X with all of my might, launching my torpedoes and my vortexes, laughing at him as if he were some base weakling, but he used my brother Armored Armadillo’s weapon against me… And I fell. It was awful, the last thing I saw was light… And then my body was torn to pieces. In a grand explosion, my life ended.
But then, I found my self in master Sigma’s lab. One hundred years later… I was on a horrible world. It had been struck by viruses, built into an air-metropolis, and the earth itself was basically no more. I remembered my pre-maverick years, working in the pristine oceans and living such a calm existence…
But that was over now. I was here. And before me, I knew only the ones ahead of me in line. I saw my fellows: Armored Armadillo, Boomer Kuwanger, Sting Chameleon, Chill Penguin, Storm Eagle, Flame Mammoth, and Spark Mandrill. Each was marching without life… Their eyes were empty now, no longer containing the memories they had before this. They had been… Wiped. And was I next? Would I lose the fond life I had, even as a maverick? What I was doing before was wrong, yes… But it felt good. I had power!
Now that was meaningless. Meaningless and worthless. I was a shell, wafting through, waiting to lose my mind as well. They still spoke. Each would greet me, but none with the same worth. They didn’t know me any more. It was… Pathetic. I no longer needed them. In this cold, gray haven, hidden in space and floating in orbit, I was simply one of many to be recycled… And destroyed once more. Other than my comrades, there were 40 others from past conflicts, and eight freshly created ones. Sigma was pleased. Every night, he would enter and cackle, looking at his army.
“Perfect! Those fools will have no defense worthy to conquer all of my precious mavericks… And X will fall! His strength is unfounded… He will fall! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
And we all would laugh with him. We wanted to see him die. We all knew, in some way, how horrible he was. I was the only one who knew his might, however… My comrades were flying blindly into another demise. I wouldn’t allow that. I knew X. I knew his powers. And I knew I could conquer him without trying. His weakness was his unwillingness to fight… His cowardice, his peaceful ways. He was built for peace by Dr. Thomas Light. And peace was his desire. He Didn’t want to fight me, no, he wanted to help me. So pathetic… So foolish…
But admirable. I realized it: X was a hero. He had saved the ocean I loved. And he possibly saved me.
No. X was a villain, and Zero was as well. That demon had simply come into my life and killed my comrades, their memories floating into oblivion. Their hearts and minds were gone, or at least the closest thing we had to hearts. We were lost…
But I wouldn’t take it. I wanted to stop it all. And I did. But that story… It is a violent one. It changed my world. But I will tell you as best as I can, and hope you realize how awful our world can be.
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Alrighty, folks, here’s the idea. Pick a maverick. Any maverick from X to X6. And upon doing so, here is what we’ll do: They will fight each other. Anyone else in this topic may fight anyone else with their maverick. There is no time limit, just have your robot shred the enemy to pieces. The reason behind this will be explained next chapter. Note, this is a story topic of sorts, so you may also build alliances. Third person or first person writing is acceptable. Remember, do not fight Launch Octopus or Sigma yet, as they are important.
You may also create a new one. There are eight free spots for new, original mavericks. If so, post a short bio of any kind to describe him, or just make a descriptive opener for him/her.
Also, you may pick more than one maverick. As soon as you pick, you can start. No waiting. Just battle, make alliances, have some fun with this. This is a fight for freedom!
Megaman X: The Greatest of Freedoms (Story/Battle topic)
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^I don't hate them, I just think the -man series was better. Some of them, like "SOLAR SUNFLOWER" (Or something stupid from X 8) suck. Some are awesome, like...
Magma Dragoon:
History- Magma Dragoon had been the leader of the Maverick Hunters 14th Unit, a melee unit and he was a friend of X and Zero . He destroyed Sky Lagoon at the beginning of the game. Sigma convinced him to go Maverick for the chance to fight against X and Zero. Magma Dragoon suffers and is finally blown in half at the hands of X and Zero in the end. Though he felt the duel was worth betraying his unit, he's apologizes all the same before exploding. (He has been known to use Hadouken and Shoryuken attacks, from the Street Fighter game, also by Capcom.) An emulated Dragoon reappeared in X5 in a training gauntlet stage at Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
Side Note:
Dragoon has often been thought to be based of Akuma, as he wears Akuma's monk beads and has Akumas diving kick, though this could also be a tribute to Chun-Li's Lightning kick.
This is my pick.
Magma Dragoon:
History- Magma Dragoon had been the leader of the Maverick Hunters 14th Unit, a melee unit and he was a friend of X and Zero . He destroyed Sky Lagoon at the beginning of the game. Sigma convinced him to go Maverick for the chance to fight against X and Zero. Magma Dragoon suffers and is finally blown in half at the hands of X and Zero in the end. Though he felt the duel was worth betraying his unit, he's apologizes all the same before exploding. (He has been known to use Hadouken and Shoryuken attacks, from the Street Fighter game, also by Capcom.) An emulated Dragoon reappeared in X5 in a training gauntlet stage at Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
Side Note:
Dragoon has often been thought to be based of Akuma, as he wears Akuma's monk beads and has Akumas diving kick, though this could also be a tribute to Chun-Li's Lightning kick.
This is my pick.
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Simple question, we are allowed to take some liberties with the mavericks, correct? If so...
STORM EAGLE!
If not... Gonna wait until later to load up MMX collection and see whom to pick. Probably storm eagle anyway. For shear awesomeness of his stage music.
STORM EAGLE!
If not... Gonna wait until later to load up MMX collection and see whom to pick. Probably storm eagle anyway. For shear awesomeness of his stage music.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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Answers:
Yes, humanoid mavericks, both original creations and characters from the first six X series games, are allowed as choices. So you can be Double. They just have to be outside forces, as the only ones working under Sigma faction and Octopus faction are the main animal mavericks. Original creations are also required to work under either Sigma or Launch Octopus at first. That will all be set up by chapter two, you're welcome to intro your characters now during the chapter one set-up.
Answer two: Because they no longer have their original memories, you can take liberties with the character. So yeah, have at it, Rep.
Yes, humanoid mavericks, both original creations and characters from the first six X series games, are allowed as choices. So you can be Double. They just have to be outside forces, as the only ones working under Sigma faction and Octopus faction are the main animal mavericks. Original creations are also required to work under either Sigma or Launch Octopus at first. That will all be set up by chapter two, you're welcome to intro your characters now during the chapter one set-up.
Answer two: Because they no longer have their original memories, you can take liberties with the character. So yeah, have at it, Rep.
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There's a storm a brewin'
Ooc: I meant in design specs, abilities, and weaponry, paint job... But considering they were rebuild... I'm just gonna go ahead and add a wee bit as I see fit. If it's to much, guess it'll just be an "original".
*Loads up Storm Eagle stage midi.*
*hums along*
I'm guessing where not just standing in the same room? Possibly just out in one city or another wreaking havoc as Mavericks tend to do? If not... Well, I'll just delete, and remake this thing.
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He stood there. Talons firmly lodged into the granite. The third "finger" protruding from his "heel" was the first change. He was darker. He knew that. His dark purple paint has once been broken with bright orange, yellow even, now it was darker and almost dull. He stared at his right arm, he knew not of his past, little more then he had lived once before, and that because of history, but had seen his own blueprints. Seven clamps around the turbine were not part of the original design. He like that though, an extra hand as it were. He believed he would have enjoyed the upgrades in the times before his destruction.
There were other changes as well, he was stronger, faster, more durable. But those were to be expected. He was an outdated design, or so they thought. The birdman's head rose and small lightning bolts in the dull orange were picked out in the red design around his eyes. Eyes that found it's target. His optical recognition software, now upgraded with countless forms of scanning, made even the newer model seem oh so pathetic. His beak curved in what could be called a smile, with his name, that was only natural.
Powerful wings lifted him up a foot, and he dove, talon barely missing the surface he had been standing on. His target was in sight.
*****
Thunder boomed overhead as Thor ran. The maverick hunter did not know why he ran, but he did. He felt the presence of something coming for him. These tight packed alleyways were nowhere to fight. There, there was an empty area. He reached it.
"Come if you dare!"
The reploid shouted at the top of his lungs. He clutch the Mjolnir. A weapon of great weight and power. He could have chosen and done well with those designed off of Zero's blade, but as his namesake, he preferred the massive hammer. It crackled with electrical current, already powered up.
A screech filled the chilled dark air. Thor looked upon death as the maverick descended on him. The bird of prey scratched again and Thor's auditory systems outright shut down. It bought the hunter a few more moments of life. The purple steak crashed into him, and he skidded away before leaping up and reading himself for a fight hoisting Mjolnir. He blinked.
"You... That's impossible, you were destroyed years ago"
The purple one outstretched it's wings, and hoisted it's weapon. For an instant, imperceivable to a non robotic being, they was a low wiirrrrrrr. The next Thor was struck full bodily by whirling wind. Wind of such pressure, speed, and down right power it scraped the paint off if him, and cut into his armor.
This bird did was not rendered awkward and slow on the ground, he charged. Thor's weapon hummed, and crackled. This outdated piece of machinery was about to be rendered into scrap. They had chosen the wrong machine to send against him. He got up and swung at the birdman. And expression of utter horror and shock painted his face.
Right arm forward the seven clamp grabbed on the Thunder god's arm, electricity arched from the weapon to odd turbine and the ancient warrior was unaffected. In fact, he seemed rejuvenated by it. His left talon went up and dug into it's prey's arm, the right into should, and together they torn it the limb off.
"IMPOSSIBLE! How could an ancient outdated pieced of machinery defeat the thunder god!"
Thor screamed out in pain as green liquid splashed everywhere. Coolant? lubricant? A combination of both maybe.
The bird smirked, and tore out weapon for the unresponsive arm, and held it firmly in his left hand.
"You believe you are the god of thunder, child? You think to wiled the storm against me?"
The sky rumbled in something much like laughter.
"I AM THE STORM!" He screeched out.
With one powerful swipe of the Mjolnir, Storm Eagle crushed Thor's torso. The coward lurched into a run. He had to warn the others Ran as fast as his legs could take him. The maverick seemed to take a deep breath, and the spat out an egg. White with purple spots. It broke apart before hitting the earth below. Four small bird, matching his color scheme, exited and flew out toward the reploid. The fist struck him in the knee, and exploded, tripping him down, the other three collided one after the other. The was a fifth explosion, and then only a pile of scrap.
Storm eagle took to the skies, weapon crackling in his hand. The storm accepted him, and he flew on searching for his next prey. He was a part of it as surely as was thunder, lightning, rain, or wind.
Ooc: I meant in design specs, abilities, and weaponry, paint job... But considering they were rebuild... I'm just gonna go ahead and add a wee bit as I see fit. If it's to much, guess it'll just be an "original".
*Loads up Storm Eagle stage midi.*
*hums along*
I'm guessing where not just standing in the same room? Possibly just out in one city or another wreaking havoc as Mavericks tend to do? If not... Well, I'll just delete, and remake this thing.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
He stood there. Talons firmly lodged into the granite. The third "finger" protruding from his "heel" was the first change. He was darker. He knew that. His dark purple paint has once been broken with bright orange, yellow even, now it was darker and almost dull. He stared at his right arm, he knew not of his past, little more then he had lived once before, and that because of history, but had seen his own blueprints. Seven clamps around the turbine were not part of the original design. He like that though, an extra hand as it were. He believed he would have enjoyed the upgrades in the times before his destruction.
There were other changes as well, he was stronger, faster, more durable. But those were to be expected. He was an outdated design, or so they thought. The birdman's head rose and small lightning bolts in the dull orange were picked out in the red design around his eyes. Eyes that found it's target. His optical recognition software, now upgraded with countless forms of scanning, made even the newer model seem oh so pathetic. His beak curved in what could be called a smile, with his name, that was only natural.
Powerful wings lifted him up a foot, and he dove, talon barely missing the surface he had been standing on. His target was in sight.
*****
Thunder boomed overhead as Thor ran. The maverick hunter did not know why he ran, but he did. He felt the presence of something coming for him. These tight packed alleyways were nowhere to fight. There, there was an empty area. He reached it.
"Come if you dare!"
The reploid shouted at the top of his lungs. He clutch the Mjolnir. A weapon of great weight and power. He could have chosen and done well with those designed off of Zero's blade, but as his namesake, he preferred the massive hammer. It crackled with electrical current, already powered up.
A screech filled the chilled dark air. Thor looked upon death as the maverick descended on him. The bird of prey scratched again and Thor's auditory systems outright shut down. It bought the hunter a few more moments of life. The purple steak crashed into him, and he skidded away before leaping up and reading himself for a fight hoisting Mjolnir. He blinked.
"You... That's impossible, you were destroyed years ago"
The purple one outstretched it's wings, and hoisted it's weapon. For an instant, imperceivable to a non robotic being, they was a low wiirrrrrrr. The next Thor was struck full bodily by whirling wind. Wind of such pressure, speed, and down right power it scraped the paint off if him, and cut into his armor.
This bird did was not rendered awkward and slow on the ground, he charged. Thor's weapon hummed, and crackled. This outdated piece of machinery was about to be rendered into scrap. They had chosen the wrong machine to send against him. He got up and swung at the birdman. And expression of utter horror and shock painted his face.
Right arm forward the seven clamp grabbed on the Thunder god's arm, electricity arched from the weapon to odd turbine and the ancient warrior was unaffected. In fact, he seemed rejuvenated by it. His left talon went up and dug into it's prey's arm, the right into should, and together they torn it the limb off.
"IMPOSSIBLE! How could an ancient outdated pieced of machinery defeat the thunder god!"
Thor screamed out in pain as green liquid splashed everywhere. Coolant? lubricant? A combination of both maybe.
The bird smirked, and tore out weapon for the unresponsive arm, and held it firmly in his left hand.
"You believe you are the god of thunder, child? You think to wiled the storm against me?"
The sky rumbled in something much like laughter.
"I AM THE STORM!" He screeched out.
With one powerful swipe of the Mjolnir, Storm Eagle crushed Thor's torso. The coward lurched into a run. He had to warn the others Ran as fast as his legs could take him. The maverick seemed to take a deep breath, and the spat out an egg. White with purple spots. It broke apart before hitting the earth below. Four small bird, matching his color scheme, exited and flew out toward the reploid. The fist struck him in the knee, and exploded, tripping him down, the other three collided one after the other. The was a fifth explosion, and then only a pile of scrap.
Storm eagle took to the skies, weapon crackling in his hand. The storm accepted him, and he flew on searching for his next prey. He was a part of it as surely as was thunder, lightning, rain, or wind.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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OoC: Yeah, that rules. You can keep that. Let's say that after Octopus's narrative, Sigma sent a few of the elite mavericks out on a mission.
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((April 23rd, 2XXX.))
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He stared blankly at the screen.
Date: March 27, 20XX
Model: Slash Beastleo, classified as “Slash Beast”
Class: Repliforce Unit Leader
Condition: Deceased. Killed by X and Zero, Maverick Hunters.
“So that’s the last they have on me in the damned computer? *SNARL* Why can’t I find any blasted clue as to who I am!”
And with that, the enormous, lion-like beast used his newly installed energy-claws to tear the database to shreds. He lifted his head, a black mane of pure, high-strength metal behind it. This was the last of the Repliforce computers in the main base. Not a single shred of data, from past to even what unit he led, was present. But he knew it now: he was a maverick. Why else would he have been killed by Maverick Hunters? He respected that. That was their job. But why had they killed him? He wasn’t a maverick, if this computer was correct. Just a normal unit leader. There was so much he didn’t understand.
He was different in a few ways. His formerly lion-like paintjob was completely ebony, interspersed by shades of gray, dark all over except for his white eyes and his glowing red claws. And that was something else, his weaponry was new. On both his hands and feet, his claws had been refurbished into laser weaponry. A newly installed thruster on his back allowed him longer leaps and faster dashes, his already god-like speed increased exponentially. His oddly flexible facial metal let away for a curl in his “lip”, a toothy, beast-like snarl he wore as a reminder of his cruel heart.
He turned around and gave a resigned snarl. It was pointless to care now. His master wouldn’t want that. He was now here only to serve Sigma, the leader of the Mavericks and the future destroyer of the hunters. They were his enemy. And they surrounded this base.
“Better get to work before the boss gets on my ass…” he snarled, his crazed eyes searching his environment.
And there it was. A small, undestroyed piece of machinery that looked to be a personal log. Bending to pick it up, thoughts flowed through his head. Perhaps this was the clue he needed to learn of his past and the reason he was killed.
*ZAP*
*SNARL*
Beast was on the ground. He had been hit… Hit by something of a blaster. From his weapon database, he was able to discern it was a standard issue hunter blaster, fired likely by a low level maverick hunter… C class, probably from the 4th unit judging by the energy signature.
Beast turned to face his new challenger. A small, pathetic hunter clad in green. His gun still let off small emissions of blue-ish energy, small frills poking from each side. His blaster… It shook with hesitance, a horror in the young hunter’s eyes. He sprinted to the side as Slash Beast dashed at him, the large predator watching as both his finger-mounted and wrist-mounted claws ignited. He turned, and with a blazing speed, he pounced.
The young hunter moved to the side, kicking the walls to climb them and trying to find a good vantage point. But Beast somehow knew this base trick. He jumped towards the hunter as the poor fool exclaimed in horror “But… you were killed by… By commander X and commander Zero! Wh… Why are you… GACK”
Beast’s claws dug deep into the young hunter’s chest. He grinned in sarcastic contempt at the small humanoid for a moment, then flicked his wrist downward. The hunter fell in three pieces, his body igniting into a small explosion. Beast calmly walked back to his prize, the small hand-held computer he aimed to claim earlier, then picked it up.
He clicked it on, and using the voice recognition, he searched “Slash Beastleo.” The screen showed forth a much more comprehensive amount of data, and he read through intensively.
Name: Commander Slash Beastleo
Lived: February 12, 20XX to March 27, 20XX
Class: Reploid Unit Leader
Condition: Deceased. Killed by X and Zero, Maverick Hunters.
Model Type: Slashing Lion, Leo Unit 2.3, Speed Model
Weaponry: Claws, Speed
Command: Had command over a mobile unit of the Repliforce, guarding a supply train. Was killed during an early stage of the coup.
Personality: Aggressive. He enjoyed a fight above anything, blindly rushing into a battle to be destroyed by X and Zero of the Maverick Hunters.
He snarled in contempt. He knew now: He had never been a maverick. He was just a leader with a craving to destroy. Now that craving burned stronger than ever, and he wanted to kill… But it wasn’t so much X and Zero. He had a theory as to why Repliforce staged the coup: Sigma manipulated them.
And now Sigma would have these freshly installed claws in his throat.
He turned and exited the computer room, igniting his wrist-claws and preparing to battle his way through the rest of the 4th Unit Hunters.
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((April 23rd, 2XXX.))
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He stared blankly at the screen.
Date: March 27, 20XX
Model: Slash Beastleo, classified as “Slash Beast”
Class: Repliforce Unit Leader
Condition: Deceased. Killed by X and Zero, Maverick Hunters.
“So that’s the last they have on me in the damned computer? *SNARL* Why can’t I find any blasted clue as to who I am!”
And with that, the enormous, lion-like beast used his newly installed energy-claws to tear the database to shreds. He lifted his head, a black mane of pure, high-strength metal behind it. This was the last of the Repliforce computers in the main base. Not a single shred of data, from past to even what unit he led, was present. But he knew it now: he was a maverick. Why else would he have been killed by Maverick Hunters? He respected that. That was their job. But why had they killed him? He wasn’t a maverick, if this computer was correct. Just a normal unit leader. There was so much he didn’t understand.
He was different in a few ways. His formerly lion-like paintjob was completely ebony, interspersed by shades of gray, dark all over except for his white eyes and his glowing red claws. And that was something else, his weaponry was new. On both his hands and feet, his claws had been refurbished into laser weaponry. A newly installed thruster on his back allowed him longer leaps and faster dashes, his already god-like speed increased exponentially. His oddly flexible facial metal let away for a curl in his “lip”, a toothy, beast-like snarl he wore as a reminder of his cruel heart.
He turned around and gave a resigned snarl. It was pointless to care now. His master wouldn’t want that. He was now here only to serve Sigma, the leader of the Mavericks and the future destroyer of the hunters. They were his enemy. And they surrounded this base.
“Better get to work before the boss gets on my ass…” he snarled, his crazed eyes searching his environment.
And there it was. A small, undestroyed piece of machinery that looked to be a personal log. Bending to pick it up, thoughts flowed through his head. Perhaps this was the clue he needed to learn of his past and the reason he was killed.
*ZAP*
*SNARL*
Beast was on the ground. He had been hit… Hit by something of a blaster. From his weapon database, he was able to discern it was a standard issue hunter blaster, fired likely by a low level maverick hunter… C class, probably from the 4th unit judging by the energy signature.
Beast turned to face his new challenger. A small, pathetic hunter clad in green. His gun still let off small emissions of blue-ish energy, small frills poking from each side. His blaster… It shook with hesitance, a horror in the young hunter’s eyes. He sprinted to the side as Slash Beast dashed at him, the large predator watching as both his finger-mounted and wrist-mounted claws ignited. He turned, and with a blazing speed, he pounced.
The young hunter moved to the side, kicking the walls to climb them and trying to find a good vantage point. But Beast somehow knew this base trick. He jumped towards the hunter as the poor fool exclaimed in horror “But… you were killed by… By commander X and commander Zero! Wh… Why are you… GACK”
Beast’s claws dug deep into the young hunter’s chest. He grinned in sarcastic contempt at the small humanoid for a moment, then flicked his wrist downward. The hunter fell in three pieces, his body igniting into a small explosion. Beast calmly walked back to his prize, the small hand-held computer he aimed to claim earlier, then picked it up.
He clicked it on, and using the voice recognition, he searched “Slash Beastleo.” The screen showed forth a much more comprehensive amount of data, and he read through intensively.
Name: Commander Slash Beastleo
Lived: February 12, 20XX to March 27, 20XX
Class: Reploid Unit Leader
Condition: Deceased. Killed by X and Zero, Maverick Hunters.
Model Type: Slashing Lion, Leo Unit 2.3, Speed Model
Weaponry: Claws, Speed
Command: Had command over a mobile unit of the Repliforce, guarding a supply train. Was killed during an early stage of the coup.
Personality: Aggressive. He enjoyed a fight above anything, blindly rushing into a battle to be destroyed by X and Zero of the Maverick Hunters.
He snarled in contempt. He knew now: He had never been a maverick. He was just a leader with a craving to destroy. Now that craving burned stronger than ever, and he wanted to kill… But it wasn’t so much X and Zero. He had a theory as to why Repliforce staged the coup: Sigma manipulated them.
And now Sigma would have these freshly installed claws in his throat.
He turned and exited the computer room, igniting his wrist-claws and preparing to battle his way through the rest of the 4th Unit Hunters.
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Elsewhere, a single Maverick Hunter stood outside a large factory. His small, shaking hands were grasped on a dull, grey blaster. His bland, dark red armor was covered with scratches from previous meetings with Mavericks. Previously, he had be mocked by his fellow Hunters for his cowardness: whenever he had seen a Maverick before, he had dropped his blaster in fear or ran away. Not this time.
He had enough of the teasing and the mocking. Reports had flown into HQ that a long abandoned ice cream factory had be suddenly reactivated out of thi air, and scouts sent into it to investigate were never seen again. Surely, going in and coming out alive with information would grant him respect among his Hunters.
His hand, quivering, slowly opened the small door that led into the factory. Immediately as the door opened up just a crack, a burst of cold air blasted from inside the factory, chilling him, but not stopping his foolish march. He stumbled in, his head looking around for any sign of life, but instead seeing fake snow and ice. His eyes caught a horrifying sight: frozen pieces of former reploids, carelessly hung onto a pole.
What his eyes didn't catch was a large, walrus-like figure, blended in the snow, complete with ice tusks and large white armor. It didn't matter whether he saw it or not: either way, the foolish one was doomed. The walrus lashed out at the Hunter, surprising him and making him realize his fate. The Walrus raised a large, snow white fist, as the Hunter frantically shot him with his energy blaster, only to have the shot bounce off his foe and burn through the steel ceiling.
As the the fist came down, the Hunter realized he was facing, remembering him from a history lesson in his training. The fist smacked into his torso, painfully seperating it from his upper body. His foe walked over to the body of the bleeding Hunter, who moaned in pain the words, "Frosst *Bzzt* Walrus?". Frost Walrus hopped off his feet and leaped onto the Hunter's body, crushing it slowly, and painting the snow around him blood red.
The Maverick looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "They probably noticed the shots..." He grumbled, as he cleaned his fist on some snow, "The bugger took a bit longer than the others, but still not a challenge. I guess I'll have to go out to the rest of the city if I want some real action..."
He hopped off the dead hunters's body and slid on the ice towards the walls, not bothering to stop before he crashed through the wall. He continued to slide, with no real intention of stopping until a foe had been met...
He had enough of the teasing and the mocking. Reports had flown into HQ that a long abandoned ice cream factory had be suddenly reactivated out of thi air, and scouts sent into it to investigate were never seen again. Surely, going in and coming out alive with information would grant him respect among his Hunters.
His hand, quivering, slowly opened the small door that led into the factory. Immediately as the door opened up just a crack, a burst of cold air blasted from inside the factory, chilling him, but not stopping his foolish march. He stumbled in, his head looking around for any sign of life, but instead seeing fake snow and ice. His eyes caught a horrifying sight: frozen pieces of former reploids, carelessly hung onto a pole.
What his eyes didn't catch was a large, walrus-like figure, blended in the snow, complete with ice tusks and large white armor. It didn't matter whether he saw it or not: either way, the foolish one was doomed. The walrus lashed out at the Hunter, surprising him and making him realize his fate. The Walrus raised a large, snow white fist, as the Hunter frantically shot him with his energy blaster, only to have the shot bounce off his foe and burn through the steel ceiling.
As the the fist came down, the Hunter realized he was facing, remembering him from a history lesson in his training. The fist smacked into his torso, painfully seperating it from his upper body. His foe walked over to the body of the bleeding Hunter, who moaned in pain the words, "Frosst *Bzzt* Walrus?". Frost Walrus hopped off his feet and leaped onto the Hunter's body, crushing it slowly, and painting the snow around him blood red.
The Maverick looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "They probably noticed the shots..." He grumbled, as he cleaned his fist on some snow, "The bugger took a bit longer than the others, but still not a challenge. I guess I'll have to go out to the rest of the city if I want some real action..."
He hopped off the dead hunters's body and slid on the ice towards the walls, not bothering to stop before he crashed through the wall. He continued to slide, with no real intention of stopping until a foe had been met...
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OoC: Intro-ing my original character and Spark Mandrill in one convenient post.
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“Ugh. I hate doing Sigma’s chores. Why do I have to do everything?”
The giant ape-like robot shifted his cheek to his left hand, his elbow resting heavily against the armrest on his captain’s seat. He was, oddly for his specialty, in an airship, high above the earth’s surface. There was a storm outside, and he could feel it. All around their heavily protected air-cruiser, streaks of lightning jumped around in a showy dance of sparks and cracks, amusing the otherwise bored-to-tears Spark Mandrill. He rose his white-painted finger towards his pilot, and shouted in a gruff but slow voice.
“…Hey, minion… Come here. You think you could… I dunno, take my place in this raid? I’ll stay up here and pilot the ship… Or whatever it is you do on these things…”
The black-armored reploid stared at Mandrill as the large ape started to doze, then snapped in a deep voice, “No sir, I cannot allow that. Sigma ordered you to dispose of the hunters in quadrant 349, the old power-plant. I believe you are more than capable of…”
“Shut up and do what I said!”
“I’m afraid I cannot, sir. Sigma explicitly ordered me to disobey any order regarding replacing you for this mission.”
The ship, at this point during the argument, began its slow descent, burrowing through the clouds towards the ruined power-plant Mandrill had been killed in so long ago. And now… He was a s good as new, improved even. However, unlike his comrades, he had not been altered or modified in appearance. Even so, his electrical generator was up to a level capable of producing heat thirty times that of the sun. He was now gifted with a lighter steel-coating to help with his masterful acrobatics as well.
His blue and red face shifted into a furious scowl.
“That bastard… Fine, fine, I’ll pound those worms for him. But he better appreciate all the hard work I do for him. He ain’t doing enough himself anyways.”
Spark Mandrill rose from his seat, his enormous frame rocking for a moment as he “yawned”, then he lazily walked towards the exit of the ship. Finally, after a few more minutes, the ship landed behind the power plant. Instantly, the ship was pelted in reddish energy.
“The 8th Squadron. So these guys are really serious. I’ll get rid of them.” murmured the giant.
The door slowly opened as the hunters backed into firing position. Their leader, a tall, cat-like robot bearing what appeared to be some form of hat, sneered in premature victory.
“Prepare to fire…” he said, in a cool, bone-chilling voice.
His glowing yellow eyes narrowed as the door fully opened, the shadow of the enormous beast-robot standing in plain view. It was night; the only light was coming from the inside of the vessel. As the men aimed steadily at the enormous maverick, a row of neon lights on each shoulder lit one by one. He took a step out onto the descending platform…
Each of the hunters held their weapon firmly. These were well-trained, possibly each in the B class. The cat, however, seemed to be in at least the A or SA class… He was dangerous, and that was obvious.
…And he lifted his fists into the air…
Each hunter placed their fingers on the triggers of the hefty blaster-rifles they carried. A soothing mist of rain began to fall from the sky in a moment’s time, cascading slowly down the roof of the enormous cruiser and then onward to the power plant. The feline general grinned, the rain pelting his metal frame in machine-gun-esque series of thumps and taps.
“Fire.”
…And finally, the giant leapt into the air as a barrage or red energy followed his path into the air. He landed on the back of one unfortunate soldier, then turned to each surrounding officer and slammed his electricity-charged fist into each of their chests in one spectacular hook. A line of explosions followed as the huge ape slammed his hands into the ground and sent an enormous wave of white electricity into the line of foes. Some were destroyed on the spot, others, in a wave of oil and fluid and other unknown power-liquids, were sent in pieces to suffer until death.
The electric ape had few left facing him, now. In the background, the feline figure still showed forth an eerily white grin, easily showing in the night in contrast to his otherwise dark features. To Mandrill’s right, there was a stern, short hunter, his rifle pointed directly at the electrical robot’s head. To his left, a wounded soldier hoisted a built-in arm buster at the maverick’s frame. There were two hunters left behind him, one squalling in agony and horror as he realized his legs were missing, the other brandishing a saber and grinning with over-confidence.
“Well, fellows…” said the mysterious feline. “Allow me to introduce myself to this gentleman before you do away with him…”
The towering beast, refined in his every movement, walked slowly into the light. He was a tall one, as noted earlier, but this close he was only an inch shorter than Mandrill himself. He had yellow eyes, each one narrowed above his red-painted, squared muzzle. His whole body alternated red, white, and gray paint, patterns forming all over his thin frame. He wore his red beret with pride, a black streak under his right eye, and Mandrill noted his possible weapons and special characteristics.
On his back, there were two tanks, each shaped like a diamond, with two pipe-like projections poking upward and churning a small puff of smoke every once in a while. He had a row of black “Buttons” down the sides of his arms, and had two long spikes protruding upward from his feet. His hands were balled into fists, with a hole in the back of each. He noted that there seemed to be a faint glow coming from each hole, but shrugged it off to look at his most bizarre feature: a five foot long spiked tail, seemingly out of place on the otherwise feline creature. He seemed a formidable foe, his smirk forming once more into a full grin.
“My name, Mr. Spark Mandrill… Is Napalm Puma. I am the head of the 8th Division of hunters, and an SA ranked reploid… And as of today…”
He lifted his now orange-aura surrounded hands towards Spark Mandrill.
“I am a Maverick.”
And with those words and a devious laugh, he shifted his attack towards his former comrades tearing through the first one with one blazingly quick dash. The mere touch of his hand ignited the hunter into a pile of ooze. Mandrill pivoted and blasted a wave of energy at the hunter with the saber, who died with a shocked look on his face as simultaneously the hunter next to him was melted by Puma’s deadly touch. Spark dodged one last blaster shot before crushing the last remaining hunter, then turned to his new ally.
All around them, parts of the now defunct 8th Division lay in a display of the horrendous might of the mavericks.
“So… You are a maverick? Come. I will take you to Sigma.” spoke the ape.
“Oh, we’ve met. I’ve been an undercover agent for years. I only fully admitted my conversion today, and oh what a rush it was… But I do need to speak with him. Let us leave this place.” He spoke with such a sickeningly sly voice even Mandrill felt like slamming him into the ground, but then again, there were few things Mandrill did not want to punch.
As they boarded the ship, the thrusters ignited, and the ship lifted off. Behind them, they left a gruesome reminder of Sigma’s treachery.
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“Ugh. I hate doing Sigma’s chores. Why do I have to do everything?”
The giant ape-like robot shifted his cheek to his left hand, his elbow resting heavily against the armrest on his captain’s seat. He was, oddly for his specialty, in an airship, high above the earth’s surface. There was a storm outside, and he could feel it. All around their heavily protected air-cruiser, streaks of lightning jumped around in a showy dance of sparks and cracks, amusing the otherwise bored-to-tears Spark Mandrill. He rose his white-painted finger towards his pilot, and shouted in a gruff but slow voice.
“…Hey, minion… Come here. You think you could… I dunno, take my place in this raid? I’ll stay up here and pilot the ship… Or whatever it is you do on these things…”
The black-armored reploid stared at Mandrill as the large ape started to doze, then snapped in a deep voice, “No sir, I cannot allow that. Sigma ordered you to dispose of the hunters in quadrant 349, the old power-plant. I believe you are more than capable of…”
“Shut up and do what I said!”
“I’m afraid I cannot, sir. Sigma explicitly ordered me to disobey any order regarding replacing you for this mission.”
The ship, at this point during the argument, began its slow descent, burrowing through the clouds towards the ruined power-plant Mandrill had been killed in so long ago. And now… He was a s good as new, improved even. However, unlike his comrades, he had not been altered or modified in appearance. Even so, his electrical generator was up to a level capable of producing heat thirty times that of the sun. He was now gifted with a lighter steel-coating to help with his masterful acrobatics as well.
His blue and red face shifted into a furious scowl.
“That bastard… Fine, fine, I’ll pound those worms for him. But he better appreciate all the hard work I do for him. He ain’t doing enough himself anyways.”
Spark Mandrill rose from his seat, his enormous frame rocking for a moment as he “yawned”, then he lazily walked towards the exit of the ship. Finally, after a few more minutes, the ship landed behind the power plant. Instantly, the ship was pelted in reddish energy.
“The 8th Squadron. So these guys are really serious. I’ll get rid of them.” murmured the giant.
The door slowly opened as the hunters backed into firing position. Their leader, a tall, cat-like robot bearing what appeared to be some form of hat, sneered in premature victory.
“Prepare to fire…” he said, in a cool, bone-chilling voice.
His glowing yellow eyes narrowed as the door fully opened, the shadow of the enormous beast-robot standing in plain view. It was night; the only light was coming from the inside of the vessel. As the men aimed steadily at the enormous maverick, a row of neon lights on each shoulder lit one by one. He took a step out onto the descending platform…
Each of the hunters held their weapon firmly. These were well-trained, possibly each in the B class. The cat, however, seemed to be in at least the A or SA class… He was dangerous, and that was obvious.
…And he lifted his fists into the air…
Each hunter placed their fingers on the triggers of the hefty blaster-rifles they carried. A soothing mist of rain began to fall from the sky in a moment’s time, cascading slowly down the roof of the enormous cruiser and then onward to the power plant. The feline general grinned, the rain pelting his metal frame in machine-gun-esque series of thumps and taps.
“Fire.”
…And finally, the giant leapt into the air as a barrage or red energy followed his path into the air. He landed on the back of one unfortunate soldier, then turned to each surrounding officer and slammed his electricity-charged fist into each of their chests in one spectacular hook. A line of explosions followed as the huge ape slammed his hands into the ground and sent an enormous wave of white electricity into the line of foes. Some were destroyed on the spot, others, in a wave of oil and fluid and other unknown power-liquids, were sent in pieces to suffer until death.
The electric ape had few left facing him, now. In the background, the feline figure still showed forth an eerily white grin, easily showing in the night in contrast to his otherwise dark features. To Mandrill’s right, there was a stern, short hunter, his rifle pointed directly at the electrical robot’s head. To his left, a wounded soldier hoisted a built-in arm buster at the maverick’s frame. There were two hunters left behind him, one squalling in agony and horror as he realized his legs were missing, the other brandishing a saber and grinning with over-confidence.
“Well, fellows…” said the mysterious feline. “Allow me to introduce myself to this gentleman before you do away with him…”
The towering beast, refined in his every movement, walked slowly into the light. He was a tall one, as noted earlier, but this close he was only an inch shorter than Mandrill himself. He had yellow eyes, each one narrowed above his red-painted, squared muzzle. His whole body alternated red, white, and gray paint, patterns forming all over his thin frame. He wore his red beret with pride, a black streak under his right eye, and Mandrill noted his possible weapons and special characteristics.
On his back, there were two tanks, each shaped like a diamond, with two pipe-like projections poking upward and churning a small puff of smoke every once in a while. He had a row of black “Buttons” down the sides of his arms, and had two long spikes protruding upward from his feet. His hands were balled into fists, with a hole in the back of each. He noted that there seemed to be a faint glow coming from each hole, but shrugged it off to look at his most bizarre feature: a five foot long spiked tail, seemingly out of place on the otherwise feline creature. He seemed a formidable foe, his smirk forming once more into a full grin.
“My name, Mr. Spark Mandrill… Is Napalm Puma. I am the head of the 8th Division of hunters, and an SA ranked reploid… And as of today…”
He lifted his now orange-aura surrounded hands towards Spark Mandrill.
“I am a Maverick.”
And with those words and a devious laugh, he shifted his attack towards his former comrades tearing through the first one with one blazingly quick dash. The mere touch of his hand ignited the hunter into a pile of ooze. Mandrill pivoted and blasted a wave of energy at the hunter with the saber, who died with a shocked look on his face as simultaneously the hunter next to him was melted by Puma’s deadly touch. Spark dodged one last blaster shot before crushing the last remaining hunter, then turned to his new ally.
All around them, parts of the now defunct 8th Division lay in a display of the horrendous might of the mavericks.
“So… You are a maverick? Come. I will take you to Sigma.” spoke the ape.
“Oh, we’ve met. I’ve been an undercover agent for years. I only fully admitted my conversion today, and oh what a rush it was… But I do need to speak with him. Let us leave this place.” He spoke with such a sickeningly sly voice even Mandrill felt like slamming him into the ground, but then again, there were few things Mandrill did not want to punch.
As they boarded the ship, the thrusters ignited, and the ship lifted off. Behind them, they left a gruesome reminder of Sigma’s treachery.