Author's Note: Mega Man X and its people are owned by Capcom, who have a new habit of whoring them out for plotless games. Anyone can use my characters if they ask me first, of course. - Peregrine
He was just your average teenager, walking down the street, decked out in a long black leather coat, shades on his face, and headphones blasting God knows what. A cocky grin was splayed onto his face as he watched the crowd. Long silver hair fell down to his lower back, unrestrained, some of it falling down his broad shoulders. Unknown to those around him, he could hear every word of their conversations through the old music. It was his favorite hobby to eavesdrop on them.
"Well, you should try to add more flour, but-"
"God, I hate that guy, he's such a-"
"I don't get paid enough for getting out this late-"
"Hunters? Who needs `em, it's those stupid reploids' faults-"
To this, the young man grimaced. Fools, he thought. If it weren't for the Hunters, you'd all be dead. But a sound from nearby broke him from his scowl. He ran at the sound of a scream, his coat flaring behind him. And Night is off to the rescue...
"Somebody, help! He took my purse!" A woman was trying to run after a man in a mask, but a broken heel made that almost impossible. Night sighed, and began to run after him. How was he going to explain this one...?
The thief ran as fast as he could, but Night still caught up to him. The thief drew a gun, and fired, again and again. Most of his shots missed, but one hit home, and Night fell onto one knee. At this, the thief turned around, panting. "Hah! That's what you get for bein' a hero!" With a groan, Night got to his feet. Another shot hit him in the chest, where his heart should be. He staggered back a step, but steadied himself. The thief pulled the trigger again, but the weapon's energy was spent. Night scowled, and tossed aside his jacket to reveal a set of polished black armor. "That was my favorite coat, asshole!"
The thief stopped laughing, as the blood drained from his face. "You, you're a reploid! Damn robot, take this!" With that, he hurled the gun at Night, who stepped out of the way and dashed at his target. The thief went down hard, grabbing at his stomach, groaning and kicking at Night, but he was already back on his feet. Night picked up the purse., to find himself looking at a very scared woman holding the spent gun.
"Take whatever you want, but don't hurt me!" If possible, she seemed even more afraid. He took a step forward, hands raised. "Don't worry, I'm not going to-"
"Stay back, you monster!" she screamed, clicking the trigger helplessly. "Help! Help! It's a Maverick!!!" She tripped and fell, screaming her head off. Night balled his hands into fists, shaking his head angrily. "Shut up! Here's your fuckin' purse!" He threw it at her, just as a beam of white light fell, turning into a white-armored reploid, just in time to catch it. "Not cool, little bro. Let's go home, Night. You've had enough fun."
"Don't tell me what to do, Sol! She called me a fucking-" Night lost his train of thought, flailing his arms like a fool. His brother cut him off before he make things worse.
"Go to HQ, now! That's an order!" Commander Sol of the 17th grabbed his brother harshly by the shoulder, and spoke lower. "Don't let it get to you, bro. For once, don't be such a hothead." A grudging smile crossed Night's lips.
"So, another lecture from the Blonde Bomber?" His brother was almost a complete opposite to his black armor. It was white from head to toe, down to his opened helmet, which let a blonde ponytail fall from the back. The knight in shining armor, while I'm just another shadow... "What did I tell you about calling me that?" Taking the weapon from the woman's shaking hands, he shook his head and activated his warp generator, lightly tossing her back her purse as the white and black beams intertwined and sent them to their home, Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
The year is 22XX. The Maverick virus has been neutralized. The Repliforce War has come to end, thanks to the efforts of Commanders X and Zero of the Maverick Hunters. After the battle, X began a new project: To create a place for reploids who were disenfranchised to the human world, so that an incident like that could never happen again. Elysium. Unfortunately, human governments turned on their former hero, accusing him of creating a military state with the Hunters at its head. The colony was forcibly grounded and several trade embargoes left the Reploid's Paradise crippled, and Cain's fortunes that kept it running were rapidly dwindling
X's longtime partner, Commander Zero Omega, formerly of the Special #00 Unit, became X's political rival, planning a military response to this new prejudice. X and Zero began to drift farther apart as Elysium began to splinter into factions. This was made worse by growing rumors that Zero was, in fact, the source of the Maverick virus. The mixture of the loss of his love Iris, the new home he created in her memory, and of his best friend was too much for Zero to bear. He changed, succumbing to a new form of an old threat, now known as the Zero virus. He created his own Maverick generals, but before he could rise to conquer Elysium, he was destroyed by X, and a strange anti-virus wiped out both the virus and X's memories of Zero.
Fearing for his sanity, X sealed himself into a capsule, leaving behind two reploids of his own creation to protect humanity. Night and Sol. While Sol soon took X's place at the lead of the Maverick Hunters with his talent with his Dual Busters, the pacifistic Night soon became a relative disappointment and was made the tactical officer under their new leader, Alia. But, little known to the new Hunters, an evil is lurking deep in the heart of Elysium, and some things don't die easily...
He was just your average teenager, walking down the street, decked out in a long black leather coat, shades on his face, and headphones blasting God knows what. A cocky grin was splayed onto his face as he watched the crowd. Long silver hair fell down to his lower back, unrestrained, some of it falling down his broad shoulders. Unknown to those around him, he could hear every word of their conversations through the old music. It was his favorite hobby to eavesdrop on them.
"Well, you should try to add more flour, but-"
"God, I hate that guy, he's such a-"
"I don't get paid enough for getting out this late-"
"Hunters? Who needs `em, it's those stupid reploids' faults-"
To this, the young man grimaced. Fools, he thought. If it weren't for the Hunters, you'd all be dead. But a sound from nearby broke him from his scowl. He ran at the sound of a scream, his coat flaring behind him. And Night is off to the rescue...
"Somebody, help! He took my purse!" A woman was trying to run after a man in a mask, but a broken heel made that almost impossible. Night sighed, and began to run after him. How was he going to explain this one...?
The thief ran as fast as he could, but Night still caught up to him. The thief drew a gun, and fired, again and again. Most of his shots missed, but one hit home, and Night fell onto one knee. At this, the thief turned around, panting. "Hah! That's what you get for bein' a hero!" With a groan, Night got to his feet. Another shot hit him in the chest, where his heart should be. He staggered back a step, but steadied himself. The thief pulled the trigger again, but the weapon's energy was spent. Night scowled, and tossed aside his jacket to reveal a set of polished black armor. "That was my favorite coat, asshole!"
The thief stopped laughing, as the blood drained from his face. "You, you're a reploid! Damn robot, take this!" With that, he hurled the gun at Night, who stepped out of the way and dashed at his target. The thief went down hard, grabbing at his stomach, groaning and kicking at Night, but he was already back on his feet. Night picked up the purse., to find himself looking at a very scared woman holding the spent gun.
"Take whatever you want, but don't hurt me!" If possible, she seemed even more afraid. He took a step forward, hands raised. "Don't worry, I'm not going to-"
"Stay back, you monster!" she screamed, clicking the trigger helplessly. "Help! Help! It's a Maverick!!!" She tripped and fell, screaming her head off. Night balled his hands into fists, shaking his head angrily. "Shut up! Here's your fuckin' purse!" He threw it at her, just as a beam of white light fell, turning into a white-armored reploid, just in time to catch it. "Not cool, little bro. Let's go home, Night. You've had enough fun."
"Don't tell me what to do, Sol! She called me a fucking-" Night lost his train of thought, flailing his arms like a fool. His brother cut him off before he make things worse.
"Go to HQ, now! That's an order!" Commander Sol of the 17th grabbed his brother harshly by the shoulder, and spoke lower. "Don't let it get to you, bro. For once, don't be such a hothead." A grudging smile crossed Night's lips.
"So, another lecture from the Blonde Bomber?" His brother was almost a complete opposite to his black armor. It was white from head to toe, down to his opened helmet, which let a blonde ponytail fall from the back. The knight in shining armor, while I'm just another shadow... "What did I tell you about calling me that?" Taking the weapon from the woman's shaking hands, he shook his head and activated his warp generator, lightly tossing her back her purse as the white and black beams intertwined and sent them to their home, Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
The year is 22XX. The Maverick virus has been neutralized. The Repliforce War has come to end, thanks to the efforts of Commanders X and Zero of the Maverick Hunters. After the battle, X began a new project: To create a place for reploids who were disenfranchised to the human world, so that an incident like that could never happen again. Elysium. Unfortunately, human governments turned on their former hero, accusing him of creating a military state with the Hunters at its head. The colony was forcibly grounded and several trade embargoes left the Reploid's Paradise crippled, and Cain's fortunes that kept it running were rapidly dwindling
X's longtime partner, Commander Zero Omega, formerly of the Special #00 Unit, became X's political rival, planning a military response to this new prejudice. X and Zero began to drift farther apart as Elysium began to splinter into factions. This was made worse by growing rumors that Zero was, in fact, the source of the Maverick virus. The mixture of the loss of his love Iris, the new home he created in her memory, and of his best friend was too much for Zero to bear. He changed, succumbing to a new form of an old threat, now known as the Zero virus. He created his own Maverick generals, but before he could rise to conquer Elysium, he was destroyed by X, and a strange anti-virus wiped out both the virus and X's memories of Zero.
Fearing for his sanity, X sealed himself into a capsule, leaving behind two reploids of his own creation to protect humanity. Night and Sol. While Sol soon took X's place at the lead of the Maverick Hunters with his talent with his Dual Busters, the pacifistic Night soon became a relative disappointment and was made the tactical officer under their new leader, Alia. But, little known to the new Hunters, an evil is lurking deep in the heart of Elysium, and some things don't die easily...