Okay… first things first. The disclaimer. I don't own Megaman X, or Zero, or most of the other things here. That all belongs to Capcom, or who ever it is. isn't up to date with all the licensing stuff Lucky them. Secondly, I'm new at this. So if the story sucks, well… Sorry. I'm also afraid that there won't be any yaoi. I'm no good at it, believe me, I'm not. Please, read and review. Your comments will help me make this worth reading. So anyway… On with the show!

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CHAPTER 1

"Are you sure this is her? I mean, so many rumors… So many scams… Have we finally found her? The second of her type… The rumored Beta... Is this really her?"
"She has the mark. Right on the nape of her neck. See? The Roman numeral two. Just as the stories said."
"But they're still stories. If this is her… How can we be sure?"
"Wake her up, and ask."

Who was this? Who were these people who interrupted her slumber? She had been told to await the coming. To sleep until the Time of Insurrection. Wait until she was needed. Who dared to disturb her? She wanted to punish them for their idiocy, but that would require waking

"Wake her up? Are you insane?!"
"No. But how else will we know?"
"There has to be something. A designator- SOMETHING that will tell us who she is, what her model number is. If it matches, then we'll see about waking her. If not, we ship her off to the doctor and let him play with her."

What is this? Had the Time of Insurrection come? Was it time for her to awaken? The fearsome power of the storms, the fierce beauty of lightning was hers to command. Yet was it time?

"I think I found it!"
"Really? Let me see…"
"I can't read Latin. What's it say?"
"… 'EGO sum novus omega, EGO mos insisto meus voluntas ut sepulchrum in obscurum, quod addo nex quod letum illis quisnam insurgo'. In English that's… 'I am the new omega, I will follow my purpose to the grave in darkness, and bring death and annihilation to those who rebel.' "
"That's what it says? I wonder who she means?"
"I think we really have found her… Neo-omega-atra-exequor-lectum. The legendary bringer of death. How many people have looked for her? How many have lost their lives seeking this one robot?"
"Dozens, at least."

Her designation. It must be time…

"Wh- What? She's moving!" The man who had been discussing her searchers fell backwards, his companion wasn't far behind. Something shifted, they couldn't pin it down in their terrified states, and the air seemed to grow thick around them. Staring frightfully they saw the woman they had searched for for so long rise out of her crystalline imprisonment. She set her feet gently on the floor, and stood in one graceful, fluid motion. She took notice of the men who had awoken her, and looked down her nose at them. She was maybe five feet ten inches tall, dressed in a black suit of powered armor. Her helmet threw deep shadows over her eyes, making their color and shape unidentifiable. When she spoke, it was in a voice that was quiet, and yet still clear in the strange air.
"What is the year, mortal?"
"T-the year?"
"Yes. What is the year?"
"T-twenty-w-one XX"
"Ah. Thank you." She nodded at them, her long black hair bobbing forward. "And farewell. I have business to attend to that cannot wait."
"You can't leave." The other man, the second to fall backwards, said. "We found you. You belong to us."
"I belong to no man." She replied. "I am the crusher of rebellion. You cannot control me."
"Non-sense. You're a robot. You belong to us now."
She smiled thinly, icily. "Really? Are you sure?" They fell back nervously.
"Y-yeah…"
"I wouldn't be. At least… Not if I were you." She stepped forward, then looked back and put her hands on the capsule; it vanished. Everything that had anything to do with her, vanished. "Goodbye, humans." She walked away, down the hall and left.
"W-What just happened?" They asked each other, eyes wide and a little frightened.

EGO sum novus omega, EGO mos insisto meus voluntas ut sepulchrum in obscurum, quod addo nex quod letum illis quisnam insurgo. I am the new omega, I will follow my purpose to the grave in darkness, and bring death and annihilation to those who rebel. This is my purpose. This is what I was built to do. But is it the Time of Insurrection? Is it time for me to walk with the waking world? I cannot say until I have seen the state of the world.

"Ah." She put her arm up to shield her eyes from the sun's glare. "It's so beautiful… Can this truly be the time of war? Did war ever leave the land beautiful? Ever leave it whole and untainted?" She shook her head. There were always havens, places left unscathed. Perhaps this was one. Again she started forward, her hair hiding her neck, and the tiny, black Roman numeral two rimmed in gold. She watched silently as people hurried up and down streets: as they rushed to their jobs, or their homes, or to finish the shopping. She watched them with half lidded eyes as the rain started to fall, lightly, sprinkling her, and everyone, making them rush all the more.

An alarm blared. Her eyes widened as the atmosphere changed. Within moments the street was empty of everyone. Everyone that is, except her. She looked down the street and opened her ears. She ignored the sound of the gentle rainfall. Ignored the sounds of animals taking cover. Even her own breathing faded away until it was just her, the trickle of water from her helm, and whatever was coming. Howls cut through the silence of the street. Howls of rage, frustration… and madness. There was definitely the taint of madness in their voices. She looked down the street at these new foes- and smiled.
They slowed, seeing a lone, black-clad warrior with eyes hidden by the darkness of her helm, and water running off of her in unnoticed streams. Then they charged, loosing howls louder than before. She met their charge with her own. One whispered word hung in the air behind her, and turned the rain around it to ice by the coldness with which she said it. "Insurrection."
Minutes- moments- later, not one of her foes were left. All lay in the rain-soaked road, sparking, and dripping oil. She turned one over, and looked at his eyes- red: the red of fresh-drawn blood. "The Time has come indeed." She murmured, and walked slowly down the street, and out of the city. The rainfall increased and washed the streets of blood.

"What is this?" A soldier asked, looking around nervously. The streets shone clean, washed free of all taints. All taints except those of death. The dead still lay where they had fallen. Pitiful heaps of things that used to live.
"That's… A good question." The man at the head replied, glancing around. "Could they have done it?" He stopped, and blinked down at the only man who was face up- staring red eyes met his bright blues. "No… These… These men are mavericks. No local militia."
"But… Who? I know this town. They keep sentries on the wall, then send out an alarm when they seem them. Nobody stays to fight." Another remarked from the ranks, coming forward. "There's no reason these guys shouldn't be walking around drinking, or attacking us."
"True…" The commander agreed, then sighed. "It had to rain." He muttered, looking around.
"What sir?"
"It had to rain. If it hadn't, we might have been able to track whoever did this. There's no way they would have been able to leave with out leaving SOME kind of trail. Blood on their shoes, or dripping from wounds."
"How do we know it wasn't more than one?"
"We don't. Another reason I wish it hadn't rained. We would be able to tell."
"Should we go home?"
"No. There's too much that we can do here. Like making sure these were all of them, and that the civilians are okay. Then, maybe, if nothing else strange comes up, we will return."
They were almost done in the city, when someone stumbled, managing to knock over six others. Righting herself, she apologized.

"What was that all about? You aren't usually such a klutz." One of the girls the woman had knocked into murmured.
"I thought I saw someone standing on that building. A woman, dressed all in black… But when I looked again… She was gone."
"It was probably a trick of the light."
"Yeah." The woman replied. "Illusion."
"While I admit I am unusual, I am no illusion." An eerily quiet voice said from behind the two females. They spun, startled, and gasped. The speaker was a tall woman dressed in black armor and a helmet that shielded her eyes from view. Her figure was one men would die for, and she radiated an air of confidence that none of the soldiers, except maybe their commander, could hope to have. She watched them, her face, what little they could see, was blank, showing no emotion, and gave no semblance of caring.
"W-who are you?" The one who had first seen her asked, nervously.
"Yes… Who are you?" The commander asked, and put his left hand on her left shoulder, or tried to. With three quick back-flips she was over his head and out of reach.
"I am many things." She replied.
"Then what are you called?" He asked, amused, and a little awed in spite of himself- she was fast, and her reflexes were amazing.
"Many things." She replied, still apathetic seeming.
"Then what is your name?"
"I have none."
"A designation?"
"Neo-Omega-Atra-Exequor-lectum." She replied, "And what are you called? What is your designation?"
"Zero. Zero Omega Light." The man replied.