Author: Magus
(Collaboration of Magus and Laserkid)
The hills of virgin white snow stretched for miles to the horizon with no end in site. The amazing vastness of this untouched and pure snow reflected an unseen sun high in the light blue sky that covered the snowfields with a watercolor picture. A blizzard was brewing as a furry of small white snowflakes bombarded the snowfield, becoming assimilated by the growing hills in their hopeless assault upon the surface.
In the distance a small black figure could be seen running through the blizzard, oblivious to the surrounding cold. He was amazingly visible against the white backdrop, his black appearance offering a drastic contrast to his white surroundings. This black figure seemed determined as he kept running, dune past dune, a deep set of large footprints being left in his wake.
The figure resembled a type of robotic knight, with thick and large black shoulders, and two lumps on the top of his arms before his white glove like hands. Various parts of his body were outlined in gold. The most appreciable object on his whole being though, had to be the thin silver spike on his black helmet. The spike began in a flat diamond on his forehead, and arched across the top of his head, slowly graduating from the top of the helmet and ended with an acute angle into the air. In his forehead in the diamond shaped part of the spike was a small red stone. He was Blade.
Blade suddenly stopped, and knelt behind a large snow dune. He looked around him cautiously with his deep green eyes. Taking a deep sigh he pushed an unseen button on his chest. "Blade to Rock. I've yet to see any signs of Mavericks here at all. I'm beginning to think those reports we got were wrong. There doesn't seem to be a single stinking Maverick in this place!"
Somewhere across the cold, desert of snow, a green reploid was sitting against a snow dune himself. His green armor shimmered in the background and the center jewel on his breastplate glowed red. Rock's blue eyes shimmered, and his bare, spiked brown hair seemed to breathe in the wind. He was ready for battle.
"I know they're here, I can smell them. Let's just keep searching for a little while longer," he replied into thin air.
Blade's voice could be heard as a distant radio signal, "Fine, Rock, but be careful. Remember, the second you see signs of any Mavericks, report to me first."
Rock nodded. "Right." Then Rock spied something out of the corner of his eye, a short blur of movement. He raised an eye with curiosity. "Now what was that…" Rock lifted himself into the air and cautiously crept towards the blur he had seen.
Over the intercom Blade's voice could be heard calling, "What's what Rock? What did you see?" Rock ignored the message, given his current situation, as he continued to creep very slowly.
Just barely moving, he stuck out just a tiny portion of his head, just enough to see past the dune. His eyes widened with his findings. Before him he saw roughly three white coated reploids, barely visible in the snow, each armed. Rock quickly noticed the insignia on their arms. They were Mavericks. His eyes narrowed with his findings. He felt something deep in the back if his head, he didn't want to wait. He tapped his shoulder quickly. "Blade, I believe I may have found our first targets. I'm engaging, Rock out." A beeping noise was heard as Rock rose to his feet on top of the dune, holding his fists in front of him. The Mavericks looked above them, but not in time as Rock leaped from the dune ready to let all hell break lose on his landing.
"You found what!? WAIT ROCK! ROCK! Come in!!" shouted Blade into dead air. After a moment he lowered his head and grinned angrily. "I swear that kid's gonna get himself killed before he gets a Level B license….." Blade quickly arose and ran off to the last known coordinates of Rock.
"You Maverick Hunters are fools! You think you can stop the unification! Ha! You and those humans you love are doomed! You can die together!" One of the Maverick soldiers shouted as he shot at Rock.
"Not today Maverick scum!" Rock said opening a shield on his arm. It reflected the light from the sun into the Mavericks eyes causing him to yell in pain, but that was not its function, the blast shot at Rock deflected back at the Maverick.
"It will take more than a deflection to kill me BOY! Get him!" the Maverick shouted as several more Maverick soldiers who were just watching began to attack Rock. Rock smirked in the battle, but he was hopelessly out-numbered.
A white-coated maverick charged at Rock while yelling. Rock just narrowly dodged out of the way. The attacking maverick spun around ready to knock Rock's lights out, but to his surprise Rock was ready for him. Catching the maverick's fist he flung him over his shoulder and into a few of his buddies, at least they were a second ago. Two more mavericks appeared to Rock's right, each of them blasting as if there was no tomorrow. Rock raised his arm as the shield was produced again. Unfortunately the shots were too strong to deflect, this time Rock felt the blasts slam into the shield. He progressed on nevertheless, running towards his assailants. Surprised by their targets run both mavericks were caught off guard as Rock leapt towards them and delivered a flying clothesline to the right maverick. The maverick hit the ground as the area around his chest and throat ripped and became engulfed in stray electricity.
Three more mavericks were running at Rock. He turned around and grinned in a battle ready stance. He'd take on the whole Maverick militia if he had to, but this was becoming a little more then he could chew. As the three Mavericks approached him Rock spun around and delivered a high kick to the first one, but he became entangled to far in a following trade of blows and throws.
Finally a high-powered energy charge slammed directly into Rock from out of nowhere. The force of the hit threw him to the ground as his hard metallic body pinged against even the deadly chilling snow. "Hold him there," commanded a voice unseen. Rock was hurt too badly he had used too much of his strength in his previous attack. Damn! Why couldn't he have seen that shot coming? The surrounding Mavericks ruthlessly brought Rock back up and to his knees, forcing his arms roughly behind him. His brown hair wavering in the wind, his only thoughts were how to get out of this.
In the distance a brief silhouette of a reploid could be seen approaching, its feet making the mechanical 'ching' sound as it crushed across the new fallen snow. Rock raised his head to gaze upon the Maverick who had given the orders. He looked like a simple enough reploid, a snowfield white like the others and a square helmet over his narrow, rectangular eyes. In one of his hands he held a large, oversized handgun that was glowing with heat from his previous marksmanship. He looked over Rock quickly. "This is it? This is what was causing suck a ruckus? It's just a boy," exclaimed the Maverick commander.
Rock grinned in anger, a deep feeling of hatred in his chest was rising nearly every movement the Maverick made. The Maverick commander seemed to take notice of this, and grinned quite insidiously to himself. Swinging his gun so that the barrel was right in Rock's face the commander leaned over. "Stupid Hunter. No one is a match for Master Sigma. Now, don't take me as an idiot, I know those humans didn't send you here alone. Where are the other Hunters?" Rock remained silent, giving a stare of passion in anger back to the Maverick. The commander's grin turned angry all of a sudden. "Fine, if you won't talk I'll simply blow your head off and have my men find them myself. You're going to die, brother killer!"
The commander pulled back on the trigger slightly as the gun made high pitch noise, growing in pitch. CHING! From out of the grayish-white abyss a shinning object, spinning rapidly flashed across the frozen winds and sliced right across the commander's hand. It happened so quickly that the commander just dropped the gun and didn't even know to cry at the pain until a few moments later. The same object curved around and suddenly sliced through the chest of two of the Mavericks at Rock's back, as they to hesitated a moment before realizing their pain, and fell to the grave of ice, a mass of electricity and metal. A figure in the distance on top of a snow dune caught this flying object in his left hand as he held it up to the sky. Rock recognized the reploid immediately. "BLADE!"
The commander looked up after grabbing his bleeding hand and gazed at the blackened figure. "Another Hunter! Don't let him escape alive!" commanded the enraged Maverick. More Mavericks poured out from amongst the many snow dunes as Blade just stepped into the light. In his hand he held what looked like some sort of fancy S or Z, with the two outer edges being made of an impressive blade. Blade put the chakkra behind his back then held his two arms crossed in front of him. A sly grin was on his face, a mix between superiority and just plain fun. The adrenaline, or its equivalent to a reploid, was building. From deep within him a nearly primordial instinct was being unleashed. Suddenly two long, slender blades 'shot' out of the top of Blade's arms. In one swift motion following that he swept both blades from his crossed position to having both arms spread out on a downward slope. There! In a sheer force of instinct Blade dove from the tip of the dune and landed between two Mavericks. Just as he landed already his arm blades had cut straight through their chests and sides. Shots were erupting from the left of him, volleys being tossed from the right. It was all like in one of his greatest dreams. In swift and furious motions Blade swept through the Mavericks like a cyclone, leaving behind him a mass of reploid corpses, now tainting the once pure white snow.
Before anyone knew what was going on Blade pierced his left blade straight through the remaining Maverick behind Rock, his other blade slicing the cuffs. Rock tore his hands apart and practically jumped back to his feet while looking at the Maverick commander who was shivering after watching the spectacle and seeing the Hunters now together. His first emotion was shock, then fear, and now anger as he grinned towards them ready to use all is strength to tear them apart.
"You're a little late," said Rock, not taking his eyes off the commander.
"Yeah, well I kind of didn't expect having to get here so fast, but it looks like I came just in time. I'm surprised you let these goons take you," replied Blade.
"I could've taken them, a few more seconds and then the V-system I would've had these scum begging for mercy…" retorted Rock defensively.
The commander was merely growing more furious at their virtual complete ignoring him. "Hey! Watch your tongues, you filthy slaughterers! I will rip you all into so many pieces you can't even be used for scrap metal!"
Blade looked the commander over once. "Hmmm, looks like we have one more problem to take care of. Friend of yours?"
"Don't even joke," said Rock.
The fuse on the commander had just worn out. "That's it! I'm gonna enjoy ripping you apart!" The commander made a mad dash at the two hunters, holding his fist in front of him like a battering ram. Rock and Blade jumped to the sides as the commander's fist hit the snow dune behind him with enough force to make it look like an explosion had hit the snow.
By the time the commander had turned around Rock was waiting for him. Before the commander could react Rock grabbed his hand and used it to toss the commander with all his might into the back of a small metal wall sticking out from the snow. "Rock, watch out!" shouted Blade. Rock turned behind him to see three armed, white mavericks approaching rapidly. A quick metal ching and flash of light brought them all to the ground as a bit of their reploid blood spilt to the ground with electric sparks. The chakkra returned to Blade's hands, but plenty of more mavericks could be seen coming wither their guns blazing. "Damn," said Blade. "Rock, take out the commander. As soon he's gone we're evac'ing ASAP, got it?"
"Yeah, I'll handle it!" shouted Rock back. As rock turned his head back to the Maverick commander he suddenly found a large metal fist flying in his face with enough force to knock him off his feet and back a good yard or two.
The commander followed through with another punch at Rock, who rolled out of the way just in time as the commander's fist dug deep into the snow.
"Trying to fight me with fists...not too smart." Rock chuckled as the commander got up on his feet.
"Why you!!" the Maverick commander yelled as he charged at Rock
Rock grinned and shot a solid punch into the commander's chest, knocking him out cold.
Standing over the sparking body of the Maverick commander Rock turned to see Blade making a cemetery with the rest of the Maverick soldiers. "Blade, let's go!" shouted Rock.
Blade turned to see Rock standing over the Maverick commander. A Maverick soldier tried to take advantage of Blade's distraction, but he only found himself on the wrong end of Blades left sword. Finishing off the last few Mavericks surrounding him with some quick strokes Blade turned and ran to Rock. "Looks like we found our base after all," announced Blade.
"I told you," replied Rock. "Well, let's report this back to Dr. Cain. I'm sure HQ will be interested to hear about what we found."
Blade nodded, signifying it was time they left. Blade and Rock both made quick pose as they beamed away in black and green lights back to Maverick Hunter HQ. What they left behind was a field of destroyed and mutilated Mavericks, but slowly they were being frozen and covered up by the blowing snow. The base stood deep beneath the snow, awaiting the arrival of its true visitor.