A/N: With the start of the fanfic "Twin Coin" (Or "Andromeda" in my mind. x_o) I realized that STS would be full of plotholes. So, I'm re-writing it with a tasty new creame flavor to fit in with the new 'fic, and so it's less crappy. TWO FER ONE! Ow. *Pelted with tomatos*
So to Speak
Chapter 1: Noone ever listens, do they?
The girl halted before a green forest, lush and alive. Her red eyes glinted as the unit that consisted of Machines and Humans stopped behind her, pondering the cause of stopping. The girl, who looked like a human herself, ran a hand through her yellowed blonde hair, nearly disturbing the black bandanna. Her black dress, lined with silver, fit snugly over her medium sized frame; her brown gloves, also silver lined, were fingerless.
Her black knee high boots were of a soft material. Her eyes gleamed; she heard something. And it was decidely not friendly. Although rather skilled, she wasn't of the fighter class; she was a beaurocratic unit, level one. It didn't stop her though, she'd been trained by a former class 2 Purifier unit who, at one time, had all the makings of Class 1. And not yet had she been caught for breaking regulations, primarily because she had a sense of what was going on, and partly because she'd learned to be a sneaky little bitch at an early age..
"Shh. Something's here." She whispered. The brush parted reveiling a young man with aquamarine hair, worn in the latest punk style. Blue eyes bore mockingly at the group as her growled. He was in what looked like home made red armoring. The girl faceplanted.
"So, now people are making their own armor from tin cans!?" She guessed. The boy looked at her with hatred.
"Shut up!" The boy delivered a solid blast from a laser assault rifle, obviously stolen, at her. She was sent flying, and landed, head first, and was stilled. The rest was an utter bloodbath.
Sunlight crept into the shop's bedroom window, waking the slumbering owner. She sat up, blinking her eyes. She was a Digger, and quite the popular one. However, she used her findings to run her Junk Shop, located on Sylph Island. Yawning, she dressed, and glanced toward her armory room.
"Andromeda," She said to herself, "You better hope whatever you have in there is FRIENDLY!" Andromeda headed into the room, glancing at an inactive Reaverbot. She'd found it, apparently brand new, during a dig. It was currently deactivated, but had a kind of exotic beauty to it. It seemed like a bird, and was a shimmery white. The translucent red eyes added effect, and she just knew it wasn't a normal unit. Andromeda approached the creature, and brushed a hand against it.
At this moment, it's red eyes lit up and it made a kind of startled chirping sound. Andromeda jumped back as the creature shifted so it stared straight at her. Glancing, it nudged it's beak against her once or twice before the chirping sounds became a mettalic purring. Andromeda blinked then stroked the creature. It seemed pleased; when she pulled her hand away it nuzzled for more. Andromeda laughed.
"Your nothing more then a baby, huh?" Andromeda smiled. It nodded, churring. Andromeda laughed.
"I suppose you need a name. How about Ryou?" She smiled. It looked thoughtful then nodded approval.
"Ryou!" It cried out. Andromeda laughed again.
"You CAN speak? Or atleast learn how. Great!" Andromeda smiled. Ryou just shifted and nuzzled for more attention.
Halfway across the world, a girl crept into the Main Gate. After several weeks of cleaning, it had been declared safe to enter, but for 'A' class liscensed Diggers. The girl, however, needed no liscense. She knew every route in. Creeping through the gate,
her blue hair, tied in a ponytail, lay on her back, shimmering slightly in the dim light. Her white and black armor made no sound. It wasn't merely for show however. It was used, almost every time she encountered hostile units. The only decor was a red crescent moon on the neck. Her green eyes darted back and forth before she stepped through and entered a large chamber. The computer in there ran, at an almost noiseless state. Despite the main refractor being gone, the woman had been able to find a temporary replacement. The air was chilly; she wasn't alone.
Something, else was there; and, occasionally a part on the girl would feel much colder, as if she were being poked and prodded. She wasn't bothered. She was a Purifier unit, class level three. Sure, she wasn't powerful like some, but she did well, and it was mentioned she would be promoted in rank any day. The breif chills got more intense until she responded.
"I've barely returned from patrols. No rudeness intended, but poking and prodding will not make my work in a field not covered in my basic programming designs will not be of any assistance." She said, slightly exasperated, although her tone carried no emotion. After a few moments, she spoke again. "The download is currently at 89%. Estimated time until completion: 1 hour, 10 minutes, 53 seconds." She was devoid of feeling, focused only on her task. Atleast, that's how it seemed. A gripping cold claimed her chin, and she was somehow forced to stare forward. Finally, an apparition, another unit of higher class called a Beaurocratic unit, materialized, staring her hard in the eyes.
Purple hair came down to it's waist; it hovered, in white trimmed with black as red patterns like a computer went 'round it's body. It's right arm hovered by it's side. It's left held the girl's face softly so she looked him in his eyes. He smiled, but it was a mournful, longing smile.
"You are behaving irrationally for a beaurocratic unit." She snorted, trying to shove it's hand off. "Any type of familiarity would be improper for a unit of my class." The apparition let go of her face slowly. It would, normally, unnerve anyone. It actually always smiled. But it was a hollow, forced smile. The girl sighed.
"....This unit would not wish to offend it's superior." She said slowly, as if the words choked her. "As it is, presently there have been reports of aberrant unit Regulus being awakened. I will be investigating the matter shortly." The apparition stopped smiling for the vert first time, casting a most displeased look, before glancing down, as if ashamed. The girl blinked.
"You have not failed... Unit Megaman Juno. Not in the least. You merely followed protocol." She sighed. Juno's ghost seemed to sigh depressively.
"Yes, you've brought that promise up before, but your dead, I don't see how your bound by it anymore."
Juno's apparition looked at her sadly, as if the words pained him. The girl couldn't help but feel a similiar pain nagging at her stomach..
"My designation is Diffusion now..." Diffusion said slowly. Juno stared, as if asking several questions at once. Diffusion winced.
"Sir, as previously stated, it would be im-" Diffusion was silenced as the apparition suddenly grabbed her and held close to her, conveying a rare and complete disregard for protocol, laws, and any other restrictions that kept the purifier from behaving as a normal person in his presence. Then, Juno floated back, one hand on Diffusion's cheek as he vanished. Finally, he was gone, for now. Diffusion curled up against a wall and a computer.
"Juno..."
Andromeda and Ryou looked at the ruin entrance, fascinated. Ryou had only been with Andromeda a week, and he spoke well enough to be understood. All Andromeda knew was he was a type of unit called a Servetor. He'd also mentioned a more human form, but he was having difficulties changing, so, for now, he remained a bird.
"What do you think is in there, Ryou?" Andromeda asked her companion. Ryou growled.
"Something bad." He remarked. Andromeda sighed.
"You can stay here and wait..."
Ryou shook his head and nuzzled Andromeda's arm.
"No way!" Ryou said firmly. Andromeda sighed, and walked in. Ryou followed Andromeda, eying the area. It was as a tomb; no light, and walls a dark grey and black. There were no Reaverbots; and it was dismally mute save for a low hum of computers. Andromeda approached a massive door, and Ryou stopped.
"No!" He said, scared. "I stay here! Bad things inside! No go in!"
Andromeda sighed. She felt strange things coming from that room; and every instinct told her to listen to Ryou. Still.. Andromeda looked at Ryou.
"I'll go alone, then!" She said with a tone of finality. She stepped up and the door opened into a command center. Computers hummed; this had to be it, the core of the whole area. Andromeda stepped carefully over to a console, alert for any traps. Finally, she pressed a couple keys. A low rumble emitted as a massive capsule like object emerged. It opened, and inside was what looked like a young man with aquamarine hair, red armor, and, upon opening them, red eyes.
So to Speak
Chapter 1: Noone ever listens, do they?
The girl halted before a green forest, lush and alive. Her red eyes glinted as the unit that consisted of Machines and Humans stopped behind her, pondering the cause of stopping. The girl, who looked like a human herself, ran a hand through her yellowed blonde hair, nearly disturbing the black bandanna. Her black dress, lined with silver, fit snugly over her medium sized frame; her brown gloves, also silver lined, were fingerless.
Her black knee high boots were of a soft material. Her eyes gleamed; she heard something. And it was decidely not friendly. Although rather skilled, she wasn't of the fighter class; she was a beaurocratic unit, level one. It didn't stop her though, she'd been trained by a former class 2 Purifier unit who, at one time, had all the makings of Class 1. And not yet had she been caught for breaking regulations, primarily because she had a sense of what was going on, and partly because she'd learned to be a sneaky little bitch at an early age..
"Shh. Something's here." She whispered. The brush parted reveiling a young man with aquamarine hair, worn in the latest punk style. Blue eyes bore mockingly at the group as her growled. He was in what looked like home made red armoring. The girl faceplanted.
"So, now people are making their own armor from tin cans!?" She guessed. The boy looked at her with hatred.
"Shut up!" The boy delivered a solid blast from a laser assault rifle, obviously stolen, at her. She was sent flying, and landed, head first, and was stilled. The rest was an utter bloodbath.
Sunlight crept into the shop's bedroom window, waking the slumbering owner. She sat up, blinking her eyes. She was a Digger, and quite the popular one. However, she used her findings to run her Junk Shop, located on Sylph Island. Yawning, she dressed, and glanced toward her armory room.
"Andromeda," She said to herself, "You better hope whatever you have in there is FRIENDLY!" Andromeda headed into the room, glancing at an inactive Reaverbot. She'd found it, apparently brand new, during a dig. It was currently deactivated, but had a kind of exotic beauty to it. It seemed like a bird, and was a shimmery white. The translucent red eyes added effect, and she just knew it wasn't a normal unit. Andromeda approached the creature, and brushed a hand against it.
At this moment, it's red eyes lit up and it made a kind of startled chirping sound. Andromeda jumped back as the creature shifted so it stared straight at her. Glancing, it nudged it's beak against her once or twice before the chirping sounds became a mettalic purring. Andromeda blinked then stroked the creature. It seemed pleased; when she pulled her hand away it nuzzled for more. Andromeda laughed.
"Your nothing more then a baby, huh?" Andromeda smiled. It nodded, churring. Andromeda laughed.
"I suppose you need a name. How about Ryou?" She smiled. It looked thoughtful then nodded approval.
"Ryou!" It cried out. Andromeda laughed again.
"You CAN speak? Or atleast learn how. Great!" Andromeda smiled. Ryou just shifted and nuzzled for more attention.
Halfway across the world, a girl crept into the Main Gate. After several weeks of cleaning, it had been declared safe to enter, but for 'A' class liscensed Diggers. The girl, however, needed no liscense. She knew every route in. Creeping through the gate,
her blue hair, tied in a ponytail, lay on her back, shimmering slightly in the dim light. Her white and black armor made no sound. It wasn't merely for show however. It was used, almost every time she encountered hostile units. The only decor was a red crescent moon on the neck. Her green eyes darted back and forth before she stepped through and entered a large chamber. The computer in there ran, at an almost noiseless state. Despite the main refractor being gone, the woman had been able to find a temporary replacement. The air was chilly; she wasn't alone.
Something, else was there; and, occasionally a part on the girl would feel much colder, as if she were being poked and prodded. She wasn't bothered. She was a Purifier unit, class level three. Sure, she wasn't powerful like some, but she did well, and it was mentioned she would be promoted in rank any day. The breif chills got more intense until she responded.
"I've barely returned from patrols. No rudeness intended, but poking and prodding will not make my work in a field not covered in my basic programming designs will not be of any assistance." She said, slightly exasperated, although her tone carried no emotion. After a few moments, she spoke again. "The download is currently at 89%. Estimated time until completion: 1 hour, 10 minutes, 53 seconds." She was devoid of feeling, focused only on her task. Atleast, that's how it seemed. A gripping cold claimed her chin, and she was somehow forced to stare forward. Finally, an apparition, another unit of higher class called a Beaurocratic unit, materialized, staring her hard in the eyes.
Purple hair came down to it's waist; it hovered, in white trimmed with black as red patterns like a computer went 'round it's body. It's right arm hovered by it's side. It's left held the girl's face softly so she looked him in his eyes. He smiled, but it was a mournful, longing smile.
"You are behaving irrationally for a beaurocratic unit." She snorted, trying to shove it's hand off. "Any type of familiarity would be improper for a unit of my class." The apparition let go of her face slowly. It would, normally, unnerve anyone. It actually always smiled. But it was a hollow, forced smile. The girl sighed.
"....This unit would not wish to offend it's superior." She said slowly, as if the words choked her. "As it is, presently there have been reports of aberrant unit Regulus being awakened. I will be investigating the matter shortly." The apparition stopped smiling for the vert first time, casting a most displeased look, before glancing down, as if ashamed. The girl blinked.
"You have not failed... Unit Megaman Juno. Not in the least. You merely followed protocol." She sighed. Juno's ghost seemed to sigh depressively.
"Yes, you've brought that promise up before, but your dead, I don't see how your bound by it anymore."
Juno's apparition looked at her sadly, as if the words pained him. The girl couldn't help but feel a similiar pain nagging at her stomach..
"My designation is Diffusion now..." Diffusion said slowly. Juno stared, as if asking several questions at once. Diffusion winced.
"Sir, as previously stated, it would be im-" Diffusion was silenced as the apparition suddenly grabbed her and held close to her, conveying a rare and complete disregard for protocol, laws, and any other restrictions that kept the purifier from behaving as a normal person in his presence. Then, Juno floated back, one hand on Diffusion's cheek as he vanished. Finally, he was gone, for now. Diffusion curled up against a wall and a computer.
"Juno..."
Andromeda and Ryou looked at the ruin entrance, fascinated. Ryou had only been with Andromeda a week, and he spoke well enough to be understood. All Andromeda knew was he was a type of unit called a Servetor. He'd also mentioned a more human form, but he was having difficulties changing, so, for now, he remained a bird.
"What do you think is in there, Ryou?" Andromeda asked her companion. Ryou growled.
"Something bad." He remarked. Andromeda sighed.
"You can stay here and wait..."
Ryou shook his head and nuzzled Andromeda's arm.
"No way!" Ryou said firmly. Andromeda sighed, and walked in. Ryou followed Andromeda, eying the area. It was as a tomb; no light, and walls a dark grey and black. There were no Reaverbots; and it was dismally mute save for a low hum of computers. Andromeda approached a massive door, and Ryou stopped.
"No!" He said, scared. "I stay here! Bad things inside! No go in!"
Andromeda sighed. She felt strange things coming from that room; and every instinct told her to listen to Ryou. Still.. Andromeda looked at Ryou.
"I'll go alone, then!" She said with a tone of finality. She stepped up and the door opened into a command center. Computers hummed; this had to be it, the core of the whole area. Andromeda stepped carefully over to a console, alert for any traps. Finally, she pressed a couple keys. A low rumble emitted as a massive capsule like object emerged. It opened, and inside was what looked like a young man with aquamarine hair, red armor, and, upon opening them, red eyes.