A/N: It's been a while since I wrote a fanfic here, and this is my first Megaman X fanfic. After a recent spurt of inspiration whilst listening to the Intense Symphonic Metal Cover of X v. Zero and also wondering what the games would be like from the Maverick POV, thus, with a bit of a twist, this came to be.
Hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC Mavericks. Everything else belongs to Capcom.
Megaman X: Divided Unity
Chapter 1: Miracle
In the shadows of ruins long forgotten by both Reploid and human alike, a miracle was being created. Six miracles. But these miracles were unholy. Unclean. So dastardly were these creations that even their creator couldn't believe it.
But….
"I have done it," cried the man's voice, wheezing harshly as he did. He touched the side of a pod that contained one of six of these specimens. "I, Doctor Geist, have done it. My life's work. All… finished… ack! Ack!"
His life's work… finished. He could rest knowing… he did what his father could not. He was too much of a coward after all. Said that the blueprints could never be shown to the world. Hmph. What did that man know? He knew nothing. He could finally take revenge on the world… for all they have done to him. And now…
"They will…. They will succeed in my place… the Angels…" Doctor Geist hacked again, holding onto the pod. Inside the glowing green container in a pool of liquid, the specimen looked down at him, beady red eyes staring down at him.
"You know what you must do…" he told the specimen. "Although you should already know. It is in your programming after all. Become one with humans… show them light… purge the evil within… make them repent…"
Repent….
The specimen rumbled in its pod. Dr. Geist beamed. "A response! A meager one, but it is a response- ack!" Dr. Geist hacked, this time blood coming up. "Curse this old age of mine…"
He peered back up at his work, a wicked look on his face. "Undone by metal, born of the metal, given life by the metal… and yet so organic… welcome to the world."
One year later…
Repent.
It was the battle cry they had come up with, their mantra as the city around them was razed in blossoming flames. Petals of embers swirled around them, highlighting their forms.
Repent.
It was basic, but all the more chilling. It was their goal: to see their enemies repent for their sins, for humans to repent for their sins. No questions. Just follow orders.
Repent.
Repent.
Repent.
"...Repent."
The youngest member of the six band group, Frost Sabertooth, stayed further back from the chaos, the flames heating the`synthetic white mane around her neck. Orange eyes reflected the light of fire beyond. She shivered. She could never get used to this heat.
"Hey, Saber," called one of her comrades, a yellow and black lizard based Reploid named Thunderbite Monitor. "What's taking you? Naga wants you."
She shook her head. "Naga knows how much I hate fire," she told him. "I don't know why he wants me over in a place I hate."
"On the contrary, my dear Saber," hissed another voice, this time coming from behind her. She whirled around to see the leader of the group, Mirror Naga, a cobra-based Reploid. His scales, polished like the clearest river despite the massacre he participated in, reflected her image perfectly in his hood as he slithered forward, red eyes taking in her orange ones. "I was only trying to make you bear witness to those that have joined the repented. You wouldn't have to go far to see it."
"I can see fine right here, Naga," Saber told him, crossing her arms. "I was going to freeze them until you guys up and turned everything in fire. What a mess to clean up."
"And considering the damage, I say we start running before the Hunters show," suggested another fellow Maverick from above, Swiftwing Gale The bird Reploid was in the air, watching for danger.
Naga shrugged, then lengthened his fangs and crunched on the neck of a man still struggling. He did not get up. "As it were, Gale. But we cannot mope over failure. We have new orders to attend to."
"Naga, I understand your eagerness… but maybe… we should rest first?" Thunder asked cautiously. "We've been at it for weeks…"
"And miss out on all the fun? Bor-ing!" cried a fourth member, a black bat red blotting out the darkness. He licked a claw of his victim's blood. "Let those Hunters come, I'll rip them to pieces and feast on them too!"
Naga laughed, a hiss mixed with some odd rattling sound. "I appreciate the eagerness," Naga said, licking his fangs, "but even we must learn to pull back. Let us go. We will get another chance to have the humans repent again…"
Shade Nightfox huffed. "Man…" the bat groaned, licking more of the crimson off. "Killin' my fun…"
As the others filed out of the area, Saber was last, looking over the city. The blood… oh, the blood… she could swim in it, there was so much…
"...?"
Saber sighed, looking to the smallest member of the Mavericks, Typhoon Tardigrade. The blind and subsequently speechless Reploid squeaked again in question.
"No, Ty. I'm fine. Let's go," Saber raced off on all fours after them, leaving the poor tardigrade in the dust.
But she wasn't fine. She never was.
A/N: I tried to give Saber and the gang some characteristics other than being intrinsically crazy and utterly nuts, but I'm not sure how far from the norm this can go. I've been out of the loop with the X series for a bit.
Any helpful criticism and advise is welcome!
~SRB