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First of all, these are definitely some short chapters for this fic. I wanted to experiment a bit in order for it to be a bit easier for mobile readers. This fic was also an experiement in me completely writing a fic before releasing it. That was I could help keep the plot more consistent... although I still have to beta the whole thing. of all, one of the main reasons I did this was... it was not supposed to be a multi-chaptered fic. This bloody thing was supposed to be a oneshot! I mean it! But then it kinda grew legs. And wings. And claws. Aaaaand... yeah. I had to go get the flyswatter. But not matter how I tried to finish it, it just kept growing a life of its own! Ending it was TOUGH. But thankfully for all of you, I've chopped it into bits and made a multi chaptered fic.

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He was Omega. Centuries old, and unmatched in single combat. He was the God of destruction. Devil reploid, the original maverick, source of the madness of the maverick virus and murderer of billions. He was named many things, for he was a truly terrifying for for all who opposed him, a monstrously powerful being and deity of the end days.

He was also stuck dragging two bodies from the bottom of the ocean.

Covered in muck, grime, and fighting off all manner of inconsequential mechaniloids, the dark red reploid was doing his utmost to rescue two beings that held the genetic code of Weil, the man that had programmed Omega into being loyal to him. Weil used to be a cunning and cruel mastermind, intent on the suffering and destruction of the world and all its inhabitants. Now, Omega had no idea who or what the man had become since they'd separated centuries ago, especially because he was currently getting all sorts of indistinct signals from numerous sources above his head. All these sources, giving off codes and commanding with programs only Weil knew, had apparently merged into one, and as Omega finally breached the surface of the water he caught glimpse of a giant airship. It held the shape of a gigantic serpent eating its own tail.

Omega groaned, because that too held the genetic signature of Lord Weil. The God of Destruction heaved the two bodies he held onto the beach and turned, trying to understand the mixed signals he was receiving.

The airship, above, seemed to be producing mechaniloids en masse, and was broadcasting signals to everything nearby to destroy. Destroy foes, defend the fortress, destroy, destroy. It was a call to destruction, Omega realized, an all-too-familiar series of data he himself had once broadcast when Weil commanded him to use the Dark elf to command reploids across the globe centuries ago. This signal was much the same, although it lacked the ability to control unwilling hosts.

It was yet another call that Omega wasn't sure he could answer.

It had been the same story for the past few weeks. It had started with a strange, reverse earthquake. Omega, who had managed to locate a remnant of Weil years ago, had settled in an underground area, awaiting the sleeping form of his master to awake and command him just as he had long ago. In settling down, he had completely missed when the strange hunk of metal (a model W core, he had learned later) had been extracted from the bedrock surrounding it. By the time the thing had awoken and sent him signals, it was too late to do anything. The signals had cut out, and Omega, stuck in the cave, could do nothing.

Then, the quake happened. A few years after the model W core had been taken, another destruction signal had been broadcast by another sleeping core in some ruins above. The earth itself shifted with the power emanating from the Model W. Omega, who could apparently alter reality just by existing, (green crystals, like those in cyberspace, and some sort of mix with energy crystals, had been steadily forming in the cave he'd resided in ever since he'd moved there,) exerted whatever powers he could over the robotic stone of the wreckage he was currently underneath. This, combined with Model W, apparently formed a gravitational anomaly. Omega, for once in many, many years, had been able to escape the cave, fleeing upwards into a forest to avoid the gravitational anomaly behind him.

However, when he finally reached the forest ruins where the model W core had been located, it too was gone. Omega cursed his luck, and continued trying to find these cores. He did not know, truly, what they were, only that the sleeping soul of his master seemed to reside in them. Omega had spent too much time with death and cyber elves to be able to ignore such a feeling of his master and to not understand what it was. He knew Weil's mind lived, at least in some form, and his programming compelled him to assist these Model W cores.

Unfortunately, his luck sucked. Twice he finally located the broadcast of a core just to find it whisked away before he could reach it. At one point he saw someone similar to one of the Guardians of Neo Arcadia, but before he could engage, whomever their allies were teleported them to safety. It was vexing, to say the least.

He'd only just managed to zero in on a signal without someone else getting to it first. And, as of course was his wont, all hell had broken loose. A giant multi-signal roared in the skies above, demanding the end of all below it, commanding legions of mavericks and making more every second.

And then there were these two he held with him right now, their signals small and pathetic fragments barely clinging onto life, their spirits, and the Model W fragments they contained, barely able to plead for help in their unconscious state.

Someone was pulling hijinx on him as far as he was concerned, and Omega decided he was NOT happy with it.

It was obvious which signal he should be following. He should have been up there with the fortress-like serpent in the sky, adding his powers and defending the monstrosity as it began its reign over the world. Not down here with two half-dead scraps clearly discarded by the main unit as useless.

But Omega, ever the veteran, had a sinking suspicion that he wasn't going to get to help the main unit like he wanted. He watched several ships aim themselves at the hoards of mavericks, sighed, and hoisted the two half-dead losers with him higher up the beach. Knowing his luck, the moment he got there the party would be over. A bird in hand was worth two in the bush as they say, and he currently had not one, but two he'd spent no small amount of effort dragging out of danger. He could help the big unit later. Besides, the main unit was technically not ordering Omega to specifically help out it, and only it, so it was a loophole he was going to use. For now, he decided to focus on the things he had actually managed to reach.

Besides, that thing was giant, intimidating, and powerful. If it couldn't manage its job done on its own, no amount of help from the God of Destruction was going to help it. Knowing his luck, it'd be busted by the time he got there anyways. He placed the pair on a relatively safe stretch of land and got to work.

First, injuries. The two had no small amount of energy weapon wounds and crushed limbs from the ruins he'd extricated them from. He did what he could to stabilize them. They remained unconscious, so he used what remained of the Dark Elf data on his systems, plus his own abilities, to search their programming for problems.

Pre-programmed death timers were what he found.

Cursing in every single dead language he knew, Omega raged, growled, gathered his wits, and used the Dark Elf's programming capabilities (that he'd copied from her just previous to his battle with Zero) to do what he could about the systems. A timer that counted down, and would cause death when it hit zero? How annoying! He cheekily sent the timer values as negative instead of positive so that the systems would continue counting into the negatives instead, deftly and permanently avoiding the "zero" count that would have spelled a systems shutdown. No wonder the main unit had discarded these ones! Weil couldn't use bodies that were going to die on him anyways!

True, he could have stopped the timer, or removed all the system shutdown protocols, but the less he messed with things the better. He and Weil had learned that the hard way the last time Weil had curiously decided to prod Omega's systems. Turned out that the maverick virus and Omega's anti-hacking protocols were more of a bitch than people realized. Thank fuck humans couldn't catch the virus, or Weil would never have deactivated the darn thing again. Weil may have been a better programmer than Omega's original creator, but said original creator had certainly had a few... cheeky tendencies.

Regardless. The whole affair of medical help and cautious reprogramming of his patients took nearly an hour, and by the time Omega had become convinced that the two were stabilized and that he might be able to put his attentions elsewhere, the main unit exploded. Omega stood dumbly looking on as the gigantic airship falling to the ocean below, fire belching from its sides and a pinkish airship, smaller and sleeker, speeding away from the scene.

Omega tried very hard not to scream in frustration. Shenanigans. That's the only word he could think of right now to describe the whole mess.

As it turned out, him rescuing the two idiots turned out to have been the best possible move. They would have no doubt died underwater, and Omega would have never reached the large airship before it had blown up anyways. He may have been the God of Destruction, but he was also completely useless when it came to flying. On top of that, Omega realized sadly as he tried to ping the downed ship with mental signals, it looked like the two individuals behind him were the last remnants of Weil, period. At least in the general area. No more big model W core signals came from the airship, just the two little fragments beeping back at him happily from their comatose hosts.

He hoped the two would at least be reasonable when they woke up.

...They weren't.