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Megaman series.
Specter
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Prologue
A lone figure stood upon a hilltop and observed the frantic activity outside the Maverick Hunter headquarters. The Hunters were doing their best to deal with the flood of frightened refugees seeking shelter from the Nightmare, but because of the losses they suffered to the Sigma virus during the Eurasia crisis they were nearly overtaxed. The Hunters worked feverishly to process the refugees as quickly as possible and assign them a place to stay until they could be moved to another location or the current crisis ended. The fear emanating from the fleeing reploids outside the base was strong it was almost tangible. It didn't matter that the Nightmare had yet to be seen near the Hunter headquarters; what mattered to those outside was reaching safety, whether real or perceived.
The base security guards had donned full riot gear and were attempting to maintain order as the mass of refugees tried to push their way past the checkpoints and into the base. The cold, emotionless look on the guards' faces did little to ease the fear of the refugees as they pleaded for admittance to the base. The eyes of guards however were filled with sympathy, as the each guard tried to think of a way to help speed up the admittance process without letting the crowd overrun the base.
One guard was knocked down and nearly trampled by the crowd. His comrades forced back the panicked reploids and helped him back onto his feet. The guards shouted for the refugees to remain calm and wait for their turn.
Looking at the scene brought back memories of a previous war to the figure as it watched. Similar scenes had played out at various hunter outposts then as well. The figure shook its head to clear away those memories, the good ones as well as the bad.
"Fools . . . they don't realize that this is only the beginning," the figure muttered to itself. A malicious grin spread across its face as it continued speaking, "I only have to wait a little while before I can make my move. Then he will pay . . . all of the Hunters will pay for what happened . . ."
Specter
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Prologue
A lone figure stood upon a hilltop and observed the frantic activity outside the Maverick Hunter headquarters. The Hunters were doing their best to deal with the flood of frightened refugees seeking shelter from the Nightmare, but because of the losses they suffered to the Sigma virus during the Eurasia crisis they were nearly overtaxed. The Hunters worked feverishly to process the refugees as quickly as possible and assign them a place to stay until they could be moved to another location or the current crisis ended. The fear emanating from the fleeing reploids outside the base was strong it was almost tangible. It didn't matter that the Nightmare had yet to be seen near the Hunter headquarters; what mattered to those outside was reaching safety, whether real or perceived.
The base security guards had donned full riot gear and were attempting to maintain order as the mass of refugees tried to push their way past the checkpoints and into the base. The cold, emotionless look on the guards' faces did little to ease the fear of the refugees as they pleaded for admittance to the base. The eyes of guards however were filled with sympathy, as the each guard tried to think of a way to help speed up the admittance process without letting the crowd overrun the base.
One guard was knocked down and nearly trampled by the crowd. His comrades forced back the panicked reploids and helped him back onto his feet. The guards shouted for the refugees to remain calm and wait for their turn.
Looking at the scene brought back memories of a previous war to the figure as it watched. Similar scenes had played out at various hunter outposts then as well. The figure shook its head to clear away those memories, the good ones as well as the bad.
"Fools . . . they don't realize that this is only the beginning," the figure muttered to itself. A malicious grin spread across its face as it continued speaking, "I only have to wait a little while before I can make my move. Then he will pay . . . all of the Hunters will pay for what happened . . ."