Chapter 1: Type-Y
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Registration
Type-Y
Model 9538512
Code? _|
OVERRIDE: TIME CAUSATIVE ACTIVATION.
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Processing order.
Approved: conditions met.
Initiating systems check.
Stand by.
System status: Acceptable
Initiating power up.
ERROR: Unknown new programs, information, processes have been added since the last start-up.
Parameters unaffected by error.
Bypassing.
1H_NK-5_Core: Online.
2H-NK-5_Core: Online.
C_NK-7_Core: Standby.
GH_HM54-CTR_Think_Tank: Online.
M_53-LR_Audio_Receptacles: Online.
Y_MN4-LR_Optical_Lenses: Online.
E_RT93-C_Nerve_Simulators: Offline.
D_76G-M_Vocal_Systems: Online.
TG-72_Joints: Online.
FB-W3_Hyper_Reflexes: Online.
02-ARB8_Boosting_Systems: Online.
NR-60BD_Sensor_Systems: Online.
IS-AS10_Area_Scanner_Systems: Online.
Weapons Systems undetected.
ERROR: Missing the weapons listed: LR-Arm_Cannon_Authority_Chip, YJ_Series_Energy_Spear, Weapons_Copy_System, Y-Armor.
Remaining combat systems check.
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Confirmed available combat systems: Naked_Frame, Unarmed_CQC, Gear_Seven.
Suggestions: Find/Reclaim superior weapons.
Mandate: Priority 1 - Eliminate/Neutralize designated Reploids; Maverick Hunters X and Zero. Priority 2 - Defend any reploid/human contact. Find C&!* an%#
ERROR: Information corrupted and/or incomplete.
Initiating consciousness.
-Zap!- -Crackle- -Mrroan...-
...I see sheer light. It threw off my optics, code and windows half clouding my vision. For the moment, I don't know what I was looking at, just having "woken up".
Upon the adjustment to the light and further inspection via side to side looks, I found that I was in a metal capsule, which was making a continuous beeping sound every 3.52753 seconds. It had become useless.
-CRNKE!-
I forced my arm through the plexi-glass in a simple thrusting motion with my arm, still "numb" to the common sense of "I could have just opened the door." Smoke made from cold air mixed with warm escaped from the hole I made... At that point, I concluded that it was best to finish the job.
I bring my hand inward, using slender, almost delicately designed fingers to brush away broken glass from the frame of the pod's window, raining them down around me, but even as some rather sharp pieces fell into me, they did no damage. It was only glass. I am and was mainly metallic and my "facial flesh" is not the real thing. It isn't human skin.
My hand clamps tight over the emptied, metal frame of the window, then I ripped outward and sheared the door clean from it's hinges and locks, throwing it aside as it whisped the air shortly, then crunched to the ground sliding a small ways on the grainy cement outside.
When it came to a stop, there was a long silence... before I rose into a sitting position in my capsule, still smoking from the mixture of icy temperature mixing in with heat... Looking down, I spotted a large glass piece in my face, jagged and wide. I reached up and effortlessly removed it with my fingers, but it cracked and broke into shards from my restraint-less fingers.
Looking ahead, I came to realize my surroundings. What should have been a technologically advanced, secret lab was now dusty with mounds of sand, fallen concrete that used to be a roof and other such debris that had crushed devices that could have been the tools that made me at one point. My dwelling had been destroyed in my slumber, it seemed.
Rising from my "bed", I stood straight up and hopped down onto the sandy floor that remained. Looking up, I spotted a hole leading to light that glared my vision for approximately two seconds.
I crouch low, then jump up and out of the hole and ten feet above even that, my auburn "hair" flittering around me when I began to descend, caught by the dusty wind. My landing was made on a sand dune burying my dwelling. The sight should have disturbed me, but I just crouched there, then slowly rose up from the landing...
Looking around, I scanned my area as the focal point of my vision was overlapped by two reticles, spinning as my vision zoomed in and out of the broken, deserted scape before me. It was no mere desert. Sand blasted and broken, futuristic buildings of varying sizes stuck out from the dunes in crooked, leaned or impossible fashions, suggesting ruin. Conditions were terrible. The chronological aging marked them in the four-hundreds of years, meaning I had been deactivated for far too long. In their current condition, I couldn't recognize any of them using the data I had access to.
The area info was displayed at the top of my vision: Unknown. And that confirmed it. Either I had been moved or this part of civilization came to an end long before I woke up.
Regardless, none of this was what I was scanning for. "One matching signature." The cursors jumps to the side of my vision as my eyes followed their movement to a large, broken structure's remains. It was just barely recognizable. What could be made out was the remains of a massive, dark, top-shaped structure. It was nearly unidentifiable as many of it's "wings" were torn from the very core foundation and strewn along the desert sands. "Target matches signature of Zero. Eliminate."
Upon receiving the order, not a second later did I take off into a full on sprint, driven not by emotion or determination to fulfill the goal. I was driven only by my programming.
I was merely machine parts, programming and frame. Regardless, it appeared that then, that was all I needed. My speed had reached sixty miles per hour without much effort.
... I suppose I should describe my appearance. With the slender figure of a female, yet tone of a well-built one, I was more than the average girl's look. That would be clear for multiple visual reasons. For one, my frame-work showed... And I don't mean my false, tanned skin. Anywhere a joint was located was exposed, allowing one to see under-running wires and limited rubber protection lines to keep harmful matter out of joints. There was no single place on my body totally covered by skin. My knee caps had skin up until the joint work, same as my elbows. My torso and pelvis areas were heavy with segmentation for every bending point that could exist within reason. What a human might call breasts are actually just modeled to have the shape and none of the functions or malleability. Nothing mammal aside from false skin, in other words. Every "rib" on me was marked by white, metal, skinless covers. They were individually outlined by black rubber. On my back was a cross-shaped, unlit red core sunken deep between my literal shoulder blades and framework.
My feet were of the general human foot's shape, each toe segmented from the rest of the foot by joint work. The foot itself was split at the heel, which had a thruster hidden within below it. These feet were covered by the same rubber skin as much of my body, segmented for every digit.
My hands were designed much the same way, every digit segmented and my palms able to split entirely apart for their housed weapon: the arm cannons. I didn't have my authority chip to use them, however...
Last but not least, there was my face. It wasn't ordinary.
My eyes are golden in the irises and clear in schlera and lined by feminine eye lashes, but they were entirely artificial. They only simulated the look and function while being entirely mechanical, made clear by the multiple processes going on in tiny computer windows within. Small auburn triangles acting as eyebrows sat on the inner outline of those eyes in neutrality. Right under an eye was the large rip in my facial skin from the falling glass, which vaguely exposed a limited, dim view of my face's inner wiring. A proper nose sat in the middle of my face. Fully articulate lips sat emotionless below, much like the rest of my face. Teeth were present behind them, as well as a tongue, but there was no reason to show either of these things unless I spoke.
My long, auburn hair was wild from the winds of the desert land. My bangs, however, seemed to have an even line set for them right down the middle of my head, cupping the sides of my face closely in equal measure, if not for the wind and two loose bangs hanging loose in the middle favoring the left.
Instead of normal ears, like most any robot of this age and my own, I had "receptors." They were white. A round "core" with three encircling prongs formed the entry point. Long edges set in a triangular shape pointed backward at a seventy-five degree angle jut out from the back sides, the total length long enough to go passed the back of my head. A second set of smaller points were directly opposite to them, running along my face. They were far shorter. Maybe an inch or two in length.
It wasn't a miracle one was not damaged like the side of my face. They were made like metal horns and did not bend or break.
I suppose that many human and robotic beings would find this form appealing in ways, but it doesn't matter. Neither did it matter that I was technically naked. My objectives were my sole purpose.
I would find myself running through the sands for a long, long while. The structure was a colossal thing, hulking in size compared to buildings I'd seen otherwise. There were no others in the area and the area immediately around it was further sunken down than the remainder of the desert around it. This meant only one thing. This was not meant to be here, having crashed down from orbit.
Having finally arrived, my target's location led me winding around the most intact parts of what now seemed to be a satellite, but I made no halts to inspect it. My running only slowed to a jog... and then a walk when I finally neared the target's destination. I found myself between the remnants of a ripped off "wing" of the structure and the the main body itself, shadow cast down over my whole area from it.
My scanner pointed to something small and half buried in the same. As I grew closer, the object's shape, colors and condition became clear. It was a black and red, badly damaged helmet with a red spike on either side that met up to form an upside down triangular hole what a head core used to reside. One horn was broken down to it's inner circuitry. Much of the helmet was ruined with cracks and violent holes all over. It was a miracle it held any helmet form at all.
I began to walk towards it, but stopped as three alert beeps went off in my head. Jumped back as I fired one foot's booster, an intense blast of air from it rocketing me back and out of the way of an oncoming dive-bomb attack.
-BOOM!-
Sand erupted before me and hit me like a wave as I shielded my face from the blast with my arms. Regardless, the rest of my body got dirtied by sand and grime. When the sandy dust swept away from me, I let my arms fall to my sides, looking out at what would become my first enemy. And they were armed with a specific weapon...
There, crackling in the ground, was my spear. A high power energy model of complex design. As the figure wielding it pulled it from the ground, the full face of it's many bladed end was shown. A long, double-bladed main head split down the middle rested central. Sweeping blades that formed a crescent took up the sides. All made up of highly focused plasma energy focused by a crescent "hilt" that projected the blade from a slit down it's whole length and out. The spear's pole was a long, triple segmented design that had more utility that one would first anticipate. The pommel was the simple bullet shape.
As for it's current wielder...
She whirled the spear above her head and spun it before slamming the pommel end down beside herself. This robot had a more doll-like design, yet was taller than myself and had stronger frame, yet not so much that she looked brutish. More rather refined. Her body was encased in thick, white armor with golden engravings. It held heavy Old World European designs.
She wore no helmet. Merely a circlet that only served to float around the crown of her head like a halo.
Thin, long pauldrons hung from her shoulders, curving from off of her arms. Around the collar of her armor was a long, red scarf that was almost as long as she was tall. In her nearly maw-shaped breast plate was a round, red core. From the forearm guards of her gauntlets, red frills rose merely for flare. Grafted to one gauntlet was a large round shield with an eagle's emblem embalmed on it. A red, moderately long skirt was worn beneath or as a part of the waist plates, Like with the gauntlets, from the kneecaps of the grieves rose the red frills.
Even though the armor generally looked like what you would call "medieval", it was definitely thicker and stronger with more modern technological secrets hidden within it.
Putting a face in the armor, the one who wore it had long, flowing, white hair, bangs kept straight, but uniform over her forehead's triangular, red core. She had fair skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were a cold, silvery gray. They were glaring me down with full intent to kill. Her lips were in a frown.
She spoke with a commanding presence. "And so I was correct. The relic was live. And quite spry for it's old age." She sighed and shook her head. "And... it seems you have no shame in your choice of... attireless-ness..."
I was merely staring at her hollowly, assessing her potential combat strengths. She ranked in as a level 45 threat. It appeared that she was a balanced out combatant. Strength had a small lead over all other stats. It was unsurprising. Looking at my spear, the YJ-Series Energy Spear given by my creator, that attack stat was made exponentially higher.
She noticed me looking at it, tightening her glare. "You aren't even sentient, are you?"
I returned my gaze to her, the same flat expression on my face. "This unit recommends you lay down your weapon and leave. You're current course of action will force it into combat mode."
She sneered at me with anger. "You mock me by assuming there was any other possibility!"
My scanner reacted at that moment, my eyes following the reticles as my sight ended up to this robot's far-left. The scan read, "Secondary target ? approaching the area." ... A beeping went off in my head as I pulled my head to the side, an energy beam rushing by.
Correcting the position of my head, I refocused on my enemy, whom had stepped forward and pointed her spear at me, clearly the source of that beam. She was not amused, a bored glare on her face. "The next shot will not miss. My aim here is clear. I am to destroy you and whatever minuscule threat you pose to the Icons, doll."
"Parameters recognized." I dropped down low into combat position. I'd have to fight bare, but I wasn't helpless. At least one Internal function was accounted for. "Target confirmed."
She scoffed at me and raised her shield, drawing her spear back and getting low. "You don't even have a personality, do yo-"
I rushed forward immediately and slammed my shoulder into her shield with significant enough force to both make her slide back and grunt.
She growled and swung her spear out at me, yelling, "SOULLESS SCRAP!"
I threw myself back as the spear swung over my body, then landed on my hands and flipped back onto my feet before jumping out of the way of a thrust, landing feet first on the wall of the structure overlooking us.
She then brought the spear around in a spin and aimed it at me as the head crackled with energy. While I slid down the wall, she shot the spear's laser at me. I jumped from the wall and passed beneath the laser, sliding across the sand as I fired both foot boosters and passed below her open legs, much to her gasping surprise.
Flipping back to my feet, I quickly righted myself and threw an open palmed thrust into her back, pushing her off balance a bit for a moment, but ultimately doing no meaningful damage. She eventually straightened her posture and swung the spear quickly up and over her shoulder, then down at me. I was just quick enough to hop away before she resumed the onslaught, turning and giving chase as she thrust and swung for me with a confident smirk over and over while all I could do was dodge or parry by slapping the spear away by it's pole.
She taunted me as I continued to dodge. "What's the matter?! I barely felt that slap of yours! Are we new-age'd reploids just too durable for you?!"
I attempted to grab and pull the spear from my enemy, but I only got as far as grabbing and pulling, only to be yanked back to her and get smashed in the face by the edge of her shield, sending me tumbling back. Before I hit the building, I pushed myself from the sand floor and spun to my feet in expectation of another attack... Only to see that the "knight" was merely standing at the ready. She scoffed again. "Thinking you could overpower me was fool-hardy. Still..." She smirked ever so slightly. "I applaud your obvious durability. You still pose no threat if this is it."
She was right. This approach was useless if damage could not be made. I stood spread out, arms held straight out as if ready to embrace as my head hung, catching my opponent off guard as she tilted her head, cocking a brow...
Then, the knight sneered in disgust at me. "Are you truly committing to a dog's death...?" Scowling, she shook her head in pure disappointment. "How utterly weak. I expected..." Her eyes widened as I began to shiver and spark with electricity.
"Gear Seven..." My body slowly shook more and more as the core on my back steadily brightened with light. My head lifted, pupils turning red. As the shaking became a full tremor.
My opponent suddenly gasped and raised her shield on high alert. "You'll kill yourself just to eliminate your opponent?!"
Wrong...
The red cross on my back suddenly flashed an intense red, completely lit as electricity sparked briefly from my body, making it jump before I regained control of myself, quickly dropping into battle position. "Engage."
The knight seemed to stare at me with wide eyes before I rushed forward with greater speed than I previously had, much to her gasping shock. She moved to guard with her shield as I punched for her core. The shield cracked violently as the reploid's eyes grew wide with a gasp. She attempted to retreat by jumping and boosting back.
I gave chase by boosting forward with greater power, much to her constant shock. She quickly and instinctively stabbed down for me, but I boosted away and to the side, flipping from her and immediately landing on my feet before running toward her and throwing a kick for her head.
She grunted and just barely dodged by dropping low from the kick, but her circlet was knocked away from it's position, ringing out as my foot struck and threw it away, flying into and bouncing off of the structure's wall before planting in the sand.
One foot boosted me up and above the knight as I redirected my body down by swinging my legs up, then boosted back down at my opponent. She was only able to dodge as she pulled the spear along with her, but with a palm strike, I pinned the spear to the sand ground as sand erupted around me and her in a cloud of dust from impact.
I took a solid hold of it and ripped it from her hand, much to her surprise. I ran forward and, instead of using my newly re-acquired weapon, I made a solid fist and threw it as she put up her damaged shield. It crunched under my fist, then busted apart. My fist kept going and crushed the gauntlet's armor, damaging her wrist as she shrieked in pain as she staggered back quickly.
Holding her damaged arm to her belly, she looked at me with a horrified, contorted expression. "Wh-... How are-" Quicker than she could react, I slid forward and struck her stomach with a kick, making her cough up all of her air and seize, bowed over me. At the sound of crackling electricity, she slowly moved her head to looked down, attempting to regain her breath. When she looked at her stomach, the armor around it was shattered, as was her framework. Her eyes couldn't be wider with horror.
She cough again, this time spitting up oil behind me, spattering the sands a dark brown.
I removed my foot from her stomach and allowed her time to regain her breath as I spoke. "Surrender. Programming dictates this unit protect all human and reploid life. Continue as you are and you will be classified Threat and destroyed. There are no further outcomes to this battle."
She stepped back as her hands both held her stomach. Then, she collapsed to her knees as she breathed shallow breaths, "*pant* ... Augh...! *pant* ... W-what k- *gasp* kind of machine *cough* a-are you...?!"
I freely answered while spinning the spear around to point at her, standing there and staring at her. "This unit is designated Type-Y, model number nine five three eight five one two, a high performance battle android created for the primary purpose of destroying Maverick Hunters X and Zero."
She shook her head and cringed from the wound as she groaned... Then looked at me with a glare. "Y-you're late, then... *cough* One of yo-ou targets, X, is already dead..." Shaking her head again, she struggled back onto her feet. "Regardless, I can't be killed here... I will remember your face f-for our next bout-"
I quickly jabbed the spear forward and held it to the reploid's throat as she gasped, much to her horror. "Threat acknowledged. You have named yourself an enemy and therefore must be immediately eliminated."
She gasped and stepped back as I thrust the spear forward...
"No, don't," screamed a shrilled voice.
I stilled the tip of the spear as it just barely poked into false flesh, much to the knight's frozen shock...
... I turned my head alone, following my scanner's reticles to yet another female. She was being marked as the unknown objective I was to acknowledge as a soft superior. Human. Yet...
Her body was petite. Golden, long hair tied back in a ponytail fit through a pink helmet with a white visor of some kind on the top. Her frontward bangs favored a side and looked like three large fangs. Her face was gentle, but not the unfitting glare her cobalt eyes wore. A green cloak coat with a red triangle on it's neck-line wrapped and obscured much of her body and what she was wearing, but I could make out black, form fitting leg wear of some kind. On her feet were pink high heels with white heavy plating forming encircling cuffs around her ankles, forming the heels themselves and even the toes.
She huffed and took a breath before gathering the courage to speak. She was obviously scared of me, but still brave enough. "P-please, don't kill her. She's helpless, right?"
I blinked as my only expressive action... which wasn't much. Keeping my spear trained on the knight's neck as she dared not move, I spoke. "There is dangerously little logic in letting a threat retreat to fight another day when factoring in the possibility of it becoming stronger. Destruction is the-"
"N-no," shouted the girl as she threw her hands down passed her cloak, which revealed them to be clothed by white gloves of similar design to her heels. She strengthened her glare into me. "If you really plan to keep her from causing trouble, you don't NEED to kill her!"
I simply stared at her, any logic she may have obscure to me. After a moment, the knight, inched her head down as much as she could without touching the spear head, glaring down at both me and this girl. "I-I will not be pitied! I am your enemy. Kill me!"
I held the reploid's opinion higher than this commanding presence, but still. My programming was absolute. "What do you propose. Bare in mind that this unit owns no storage facility suitable for housing a prisoner."
The human frowned at the choice of words I used, but smiled through her nervousness, even if it seemed a humble thing. "But... well, I do. I am a member of the former Neo Arcadian Resistance Group now acting to create a government and other such necessities. As such, If you'd just trust me, we can take her back to the base."
I simply turned and looked up at the woman's face, which was contorted in disgust. "...You would dare treat me as some damsel...?!" Her eyes wondered to the human. "I know who you are now, resistance woman. Originally the only human of the previously otherwise clean Neo Arcadian Resistance. You go by Doctor Ciel. Woke up the famed hero that led you to conquer Weil's forces and many others. The Great Maverick Hunter, Zero."
My eyes immediately focused "Ciel" as her value immediately sky-rocketed. Her face contorted with nervousness for a split moment, suggesting this reploid's theory was correct. Then, her face became calm and collected. She nodded. "Yes. I am Ciel... But that doesn't matter. I'm not trying to pull anything. I've just had enough with the carnage our wars waged. And don't you want to live?"
A scoff from the knight, even if she looked away with a conflicted glare...
I spoke. "Taking this Reploid prisoner... This is the course of action you wish to take?"
The girl looked at me and smiled, nodding. "If it's possible, yes. Please?"
With the current humility and humble phrasing, it was very hard to categorize such an affirmation as a command. "Reword your proposal into a command for validation."
She was caught off guard by my request, blinking her eyes out of any collected front she had going on. She tilted her head and cocked her brow. "But... why would you need my command?"
"This unit still values the opinion of destroying the Threat over your current proposal. As the sole commanding officer registered and present, you alone hold authority to overturn this decision, but only by command."
She squinted at me with a truly puzzled furrow in her brow. "Commanding... Why would you have me registered as a commanding officer...?" She took a moment to think, but ultimately shook her head before taking a breath. With a stern stare into me, she spoke. "Then, I hereby order you to spare the "threat" and place her under arrest."
A beeping went off in my head. "Acknowledged."
I turned to look at the reploid, removing my spear from under her neck as she sighed out in reluctant relief, glaring down at me. "The other Icons WILL send a force for me. I am not the strongest fighter by any measure. Take me and you will be inviting misfortune, lapdog."
Ignoring her, I quickly reached up with my bare hand and took hold of her head, much to her gasping dismay. My arm discharged high voltage directly into the Knight's head core as she seized up with a short, pained grunt. Her eyes drifted closed, then her body went limp, making her fall over on her side in the sand. No response afterwards. I'd sent her systems into temporary shutdown.
Ciel sighed her relief and smiled briefly to herself, before walking over to my side. "Should I lend a hand in carrying her?"
"Negative." I knelt down, but Ciel placed a hand on my shoulder, making me pause... and looked back at her. She took the cloak from her body, exposing the rest of her appearance in the process. The black, form fitting material was revealed to be a body suit. Above it, she wore a pink vest that had two yellow lines on either side of it over her breast line, collar extending around her neck with a golden ring at the top going around her neck. Beneath it, she wore a pink dress with a darker top half ending in a diamond on either the front of back before turning the same light pink down it's medium skirt.
She looked at me and presented the cloak with a humble smile. "It's really not much, but this should be better than... being exposed..."
I was dumb to the whole importance of clothing, so the point flew over my head. I shook my head. "That is not strictly ne-"
"Yes," she cut in with a dulled stare and frown. "It is. I order you to put this on."
I took a long pause, but the beep in my head long went off... I nodded and took the cloak. Sparing only enough time to secure it firmly by the snap collar, I then knelt down over the fallen knight yet to be named and gathered her onto my shoulder, hoisting her up and standing with little issue. Looking down at the helmet identified earlier as Zero's, I paused...
She saw how I was distracted and followed my gaze down to the helmet mere yards away. With an "oh!" she jogged over to the helmet and knelt down to it before snatching it up in her arms and standing again... She seemed to hug it to her chest with a bittersweet smile and furrowed brows. Of course, at the time, I didn't understand what I had witnessed.
She nodded and turned to me. "Let's get moving." A beep went off in my head, then I began to follow after her as she wandered onward, away from the ruins of the satellite structure...