Air Man:
Mega Man panted as he finished his climb to the top of the Air Zone. Before him, the familiar blast door stood ominously. As the door shuddered open, the constant howling of the wind grew more frantic, as if it could sense his presence. It only took a few steps for the door to slide shut again.
It was disheartening, at best. At least, when it was his brethren that he was fighting against, he knew that they weren't working under their own will. Once Wily's control was broken, they became harmless and allowed Light to repair them. This time, his opponents were as devoted as their master was. The upcoming battle can only end in destruction.
Steeling himself, Mega Man slid open the final door separating him from his opponent. As the door slid open, the voice of the wind rose to a fierce crescendo. Mega Man walked into a hollowed-out air-hanger. Debris and plane wreckage lined the edges of the room, some embedded into the walls. On the far side of the hanger, near the open hanger door, he could see a figure silhouetted against the blue sky. It glanced over its shoulder, casually, and began to speak.
"I see you have finally arrived." Though the wind was harsh, Air Man's voice could be clearly heard. He turned around, revealing his inhuman face. Mega Man stepped back in surprise. "I didn't expect you to come to me first. When I heard you found your way up here, I thought it was a joke. I almost appreciate the thought." Air Man began walking closer, the winds growing fiercer with every step.
"You are a curiosity, do you know that? Not just to me, but to my brothers as well. Wily has told us all about you, how you defeated him, how you'll turn our weapons against us, how you are a bigger threat than anything we'll ever face. And yet…" Air Man crossed his arms over his chest, amplifying the power of the propellers. Megaman struggled to stand.
"He did not tell us who you are. He did not tell us why you fight." Air Man gestured to the floor. "Below us are a people who simply crawl over the earth like insects. Consuming, producing, with no greater purpose than their continued existence and petty interests. Art, poetry, dancing…it's all rather silly, isn't it? Tell me, why do you fight for them?"
"I fight because they need me!" Air Man snorted; the blast nearly knocked Mega Man off his feet.
"Do you think the world would have collapsed if you had just stayed a boy, working in your father's lab?" Mega Man struggled towards Air Man, teeth gritted.
"Innocent people would have died!" Air Man shook his head in confusion, sending the room into tumult. Mega Man was tossed into a wall.
"Why do you prefer them over your own kind? They are weak and easily distracted. We are infallible and focused. Wily rebuilt his fortress in two years with the remains of his robot armies. Are your cities even finished rebuilding?" Air Man's propeller began to roar. "No matter! Once I defeat you, Wily will be free to destroy your puny cities! I shall be the angel of death, raining fire down from the heavens! Face me if you will!" Mega Man climbed to his feet as Air Man began his assault.
The wind suddenly grew silent as Air Man fell to the ground. The propeller was slowing; soon, it would be stopped. Mega Man activated his communicator as he examined the scars from the recent fight.
"Father, it's me. Air Man's down. Ready for transport in 3, 2…" A heavy thud broke his concentration. Mega Man readied his Mega Buster as Air Man climbed to his knees.
"Do not bother" said Air Man. "My power systems are fried. I can barely stand." Air Man trembled as he refused to drop to the ground. "All my hopes, all my dreams, vanishing into thin air." With that, Air Man collapsed.
"…do you know why I hate you, Mega Man?" he wheezed. Mega Man, out of a mix of curiosity and pity, leaned in. "The first words I heard from my father was 'his appearance will deter attackers; it doesn't matter if it's frightening'. Frightening, that was the exact word. Do you understand what it was like, to grow up with the power to project wind, the power to push others away? It's a power that only brings enemies. It cannot help people. It cannot make them like you." The propeller screeched to a stop as Air Man's eyes began to dim. "I envy your existence, Mega Man. You don't deserve it."