This story, which is based on the Megaman X universe, will mostly centre on original characters. But will still have a big part of the MMX characters.

I don't own Megaman X or anything related to it. Only characters like CymicX and Albel are my properties.

Have a nice reading, hope you enjoy!

More than just battle partners

Chapter 1: Training can't hurt!

Year:21XX.This story take place after the 7th Maverick incident but just before the 8th one. After this whole mess, a lot of places in the Maverick Hunters troops were vacant and subscription could be made…

In a small part of the city of Tokyo, in a residential area to be more precise. The sun was high in the sky with no clouds in sight, yes… a truly nice day. In the said district, were a lot of apartment… in some really ugly colour of white mixed with grey…but they were still liveable. But we'll centre on the apartment in the middle at the middle of the street. Inside, a reploid was waiting in the front of the door.

"Hey Albel! Get ready already! We'll be late for our daily training! That's not with this lazy attitude that we'll make it into the Maverick Hunters!"

Then, the reploid named Albel got out of his room with an annoyed look… he was an average height reploid… still in casual clothes right now…

"Ah damn! Why can't I finish downloading my things before…Anyway, yeah yeah, I'm coming Cy. Let me put on my battle armour and I'll be there!"

He then proceeded to close his computer and to put on his battle suit for the training session. His armour was light, this means mostly with little protection on the shoulders, on the chest, on the legs, on the wrists and a thin helmet with a red star shaped crystal in the front of it to complete the suit. It was too of a grey and black colour . After this, he headed toward the door, with his friend waiting at the front of the said door. His friend was still there…

"Well, you really took your time didn't you?…Anyway, let's head out already!"

Cy or, his full name, CymicX was already wearing his battle armour long before Albel did. He was a little taller than his friend Albel… His armour was in the medium protection range. That mean mostly the same as Albel except with a more thick plating and covering more parts like the torso and the arms. His armour was of a deep blue colour on the thickest part of his plating and was of a light teal colour on the less covered parts. His helmet was pretty standard except for the cross shape on the top of it. He also have a crystal but a circular teal one.

After a while walking in the streets, Albel started to say something.

"Hey Cy, are you really sure we need more training than we already had?…I mean, It's been like 3 months since we started training and we became pretty good so…"

"Yeah I'm sure Albel! We need to get as much training as we can if we want to be ready for the big day, that means tomorrow!…Anyway, still taking the same program?"

"Yep, the stealth and the agility training program, and you? Still the same old ranged target training program?"

"Why not? I have really more ability at using my buster than these twin daggers of yours! But I'll still take the agility program, it's important to evade hits since I'm not that heavily armoured."

"Yeah… whatever, I'm less armoured than you anyway…"

They then arrived at their destination and got to the front desk where the casual responsible was…who recognised them instantly.

"Hi guys! Still on your daily training?"

Cy then proceeded to answer, "Hi Mel! Yep, the same training as always for us please."

"Okay…but aren't you tired of training all days like this?…I mean haven't you got nothing better to do?"

Mel was a friend of Cy and Albel for a long time. She found this job at the training centre a year ago and was very well doing her job. Albel then took then replied, with a troubled look.

"Well… I had another thing to care of but…you know…do I really have to explain this again?"

"…Oh I see, sorry guys. Anyway, it'll be room 13 for Albel and 14th for Cy, have a nice training!"

"Thanks Mel! C'mon Cy! Let's own these programs again!"

"Yeah, no use of thinking about the past! We have a big day that awaits us tomorrow!"

Not so long after…

"Take this!"

CymicX was about to finish his training and was now fighting a Beecopter, which, like the name indicate, is a huge battleship that looked like a bee, the last level of the training. Cy main weapon was the buster, he trained with that a lot since he always found safer to attack an enemy from a distance, and that we was more comfortable using that than anything else…

As the virtual explosion was heard, the program stopped and CymicX was going out while taking his breath…it was a 3 straight hours training after all.

Albel, who had finished a little before him, was waiting outside near the door, against the wall. Mel then looked at Cy going toward the exit…

"…uh…oh! You're finally done!…You shouldn't really take THAT long, we were supposed to close half an hour ago and I'm tired!"

"Sorry…huff…I didn't saw the time pass, and anyway, I may not be training there anymore from tomorrow."

"And why is that?"

"Me and Albel are going to the Maverick Hunters Headquarter tomorrow to enter in one of their units."

"Oh, well I wish you good luck then. Be sure to give me some news if you're accepted!"

"Sure Mel, see ya and good night!"

"G'night!"

He then headed toward the exit. Where Albel waited.

"Well, took you long enough!"

"Well, I'm sorry if you stealth program is shorter than my ranged program!"

"Aw…c'mon, I was just joking! You're really to serious sometimes!"

"You and your jokes…anyway, I'm exhausted… we should head back to the apartment and get some sleep before tomorrow!"

"You're right…I'm really tired too let's be at our best tomorrow!"

They then used their dash boost through the empty night streets to then arrives at their little, but still liveable apartment. In entering, they took their message on the phone, nothing as always, they slowly headed to their respective rooms, changed into more comfortable clothes and went to sleep pretty quickly since the training drained them.