Hey everyone ^_^ I just decided to post a fanfic on Harpuia's perspective during the time after the missile raid on Neo Arcadia. I just thought that this would be a good start for something later on.

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Sorry it took a bit of a while to edit the first one. As requested I've separated some of the dialogue from the main paragraphs to make it look less distracting.

"This...is THIS what you call justice!?!?" The emerald-armoured reploid mouthed to the top of his lungs. "Weil!!!"

Letting his overwhelming sense of duty and rage take over he thrust his arms upward, sending forth multiple bolts of lightning at his foe. Unfortunately his strength wasn't enough to even scratch his angered combatant, who simply shrugged off his efforts without a second thought. Multiple beams of light suddenly struck him, abruptly sending him down to the ground where his pride had now resided. His body had begun to fail him. Soon, even the slightest sensation of pain itself momentarily vanished with his consciousness, only to surface moments later. Everything lay in ruins. An entire colony of innocent humans and reploids had paid a price so undeserved. His initial distrust upon that mysterious human had finally manifested itself in such a form that he regretted not being able to do anything. Regret was the last thought that coursed through his mind as his vision slowly faded. Had he betrayed all that he had sworn to protect? Would his actions be justified had he decided to disobey his master's orders and prevent such a catastrophe from taking place? Whatever the answer, it was too late. A blur of red and the speed of silence was all that remained before he had lost everything.

"Master X, how can you possibly allow this man to keep acting?"

Opening his eyes, the former guardian saw that he had been at the last place he needed to be. Stripped of his pride and his position, the guardian instinctively unsheathed his blades and prepared to strike down the fools that brought him to the dreaded resistance base. Harpuia could only wonder how the resistance could possibly help such a failure as he. The doors began to open. An aged fellow wearing a grey visor proceeded to walk in, as if no visible threat was in sight.

"How are you feeling?" , the old reploid asked.

"How do you think I'm feeling?" , Harpuia's rage grew, "In my loss I've allowed a madman to do as he pleases! To be responsible for failing to save the lives of countless innocents who have had nothing to do with this conflict!"

"I understand how you're feeling, but you mustn't get too hasty. Your repairs are clearly still underway and in your condition, you can barely get up without trembling in and out of balance."

This was clearly visible as Harpuia noticed that his grip on his blades had slowly loosened not by his will but due to his grave injuries. He knew that even on the brink of destruction he would stand up and fight against those who oppressed humanity. The dream that he shared with his master would not fade, and was now burning with intense passion even in his condition.

"Weil, somebody—we have to stop him at all costs..." At that moment he deactivated his blades, concealing his frustration even at such a time.

"Perhaps it's best that you rest and relax for a while. Everyone here is doing all they can to stop that monstrosity." Cerveau made sure not to make the slightest mention of Zero around the wearied guardian in order to prevent any unnecessary conflict.

"Repairs...65% complete"

Waking once more to the sounds of silence, Harpuia decided to look around the empty room. Although his conscience had avidly been telling him to break out of his state of confinement he knew that in his present state he had become an outcast, an abomination cast out against the side he had fought most passionately in. The least he could do was show some sort of gratitude for the individuals that had taken him in rather than just leaving him in the ruins of his failure.

Thoughts raced around and around the guardian's mind. "I suppose this is payback for me helping Zero months ago in the desert." Widening his eyes the green reploid smashed his right arm against the closest surface in discontentment. This was the dwelling place of his most hated nemesis. The menace that destroyed countless waves of his troops and destroyed his closest of allies. The very same reploid that took his brother's life as well as his master's before his resurrection.

He would inevitably meet with him, but what would he do then? It was quite clear that his powerlessness and carelessness had cost him the lives of countless innocents in the recent missile raid. Days before that, his siblings had lost to the monster that was banished into space centuries ago, despite their greatest efforts to give the monster any reason to fight seriously. Zero may have been the only remaining hope for humanity but the guardian repeatedly refused to accept that.

"Transfer complete"

A small sound of cheers could be heard across the room—something that the guardian could never comprehend until that point. His past victories now seemed worthless. Despite his many successes, he would never be able to get that level of praise from the waves of his mindless troops, the unwavering prides and annoyances of his siblings or even from his admired master X.

It now dawned upon him that every single one of his victories in the past meant very little to others, as they have grown accustomed to the level of safety in each of their lives. At one point, Harpuia found this to be one of his sources of pride, that no matter what he would always be there to maintain that level of security for those that he protected. He realized though that humans and even reploids quickly took things such as safety for granted and soon lost a reason for caring, thinking that safety and security had become such a steady routine that it could never be shaken.

Even in the days where he still resided in Neo Arcadia he could recall the cheerful voices of the people protected under his wing—the happy carefree attitudes of individuals who would never know the meaning of conflict that way he does. At times he was jealous of these individuals. In his former position he was always too caught up in his duties that it was difficult to relax every once in a while. He so longed to feel the need for rest, to not have to worry about the safety and security of Neo Arcadia—being stripped of his position and being so scarred that he was unable to function was not the way he intended this wish to be granted. Closing his eyes once more his consciousness drifted to a time where the resistance did not exist, where everything had gone so smoothly that it almost seemed routine.