Disclaimer: I donot own any hot reploid guys, but everytime I watch the Command Mission opening intro, I so wish otherwise..

I warn thee. If thou does not like sad stories. Character death. Real life situations. Blood. Exstasy. Human error.. THEN GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY FIC!!!!!! :P Now for the people on the other hand..

Italic- Means past or flash back.

Normal- Means present time.

WARNING (SPOILERS BEYOND SPOILERS) not neccessairly for my fic, but for the theory I'm about to tell you. You don't have to agree with me, but you're more than welcome to add your comments in a review. Just be nice though. This was an email I sent to ManaEXE from Guilty Pleasure. Go check it out, you'll be happy. I'm too lazy to edit this email. (Wow, lazy? Me? That's a change..)

Theory: Hi! I'm so glad that somebody finally made a Spider shrine, he is SO cool XD. Too bad he turned out to be Redips... BUT. there might be some hope.

Now either I've read into the story too much, or I'm an obsessed fan that continues to fight this with a worthy cause, here goes:

Axl had the DNA Changing ability. Axl can only copy things that are or were alive. So no made up forms. And he's the basis of this DNA Changing plot.

While you're in the Ulfat Factory somebody tells you ( I forgot who it was, do you remember? I think it was Axl, no?) that Spider was created in the Ulfat factory (the shape changing factory).

So how the heck would he get information that Spider was created there and not Redips? Because for sure we know that Redips does have this ability.

How could Redips gain Spider's DNA form, if no.1 he can't make fake forms, and no.2 didn't have a scrap of Supra-force metal?

My little fan made theory is that all three were made in this factory, Redips either killed off, or heavily damaged Spider, stole his DNA, and this scuffle probably caused Axl's facial scars and loss of memory to what happened before Red found him!

Well, what do you think? Possible? Impossible? Out-of-my-mind? ;; I'm begging to know from another fan!

-Gate

(Now on with the fic!! Booyah! By the way, Gate is my other user name, figure it out for yourself, cause I ain't gonna help you..)

Random word to begin fic: ONETAIL!!!!!!!

How long had it had been? Years? Decades? A few months? Minutes prehaps? The figure furrowed his brow. Why had this had happened to him?

It had only been a few days they had been activated. One was a child, the other had been configured to look like a general. He himself had a nifty design. Pure black armor with a yellow cape of some sort. He looked as if he had been created straight off for the gambling units at Veorse Laga city. Even though this 'design' gave he a thrifty look, he enjoyed the aura it gave off him.

Of course it had been a few days. Their creators had shown quite a lot things from this new world of theirs. Mostly the three units had been separted for different task forces. The child had been taken for diognostics, the general for war plans if another maverick attack occured. Of course none of them really knew exactly what a 'maverick' was, but they allowed these humans to educated them. Him himself had been shown a few fighting moves, they said that he would be a support unit incase of an emergency. This idea didn't exactly impress him that much. Was that all he was worth? A backup? But it had been that day that he had been introduced to the love of his life.

The humans attending him had seemed quite bored that day. One of them had pulled out a curious looking little box that was covered in imprints. The other humans gathered around, pulling up chairs to form a circle around a small wooden table. Curious, he walked up to the human with the little packet as he delt out some metallic rectangles.

"What's up? What are those?"

"Oh simple," The man he address turn to face him with a warm smile, "These are called playing cards, or 'cards' for short. It's a game humans often play when they are bored or for gambling purposes. Here," motioning to an empty seat he continued, "'We'll teach you how to play!"

At first it had been awkarwd. All of them were staring at him bidding him to make the first move. Not being to sure of all the information they had instructed him on, he layed all five cards upright flat on the table.

"Straight." He called out meekly.

Their eyes widened with disbelief. Either it had just been dumb-luck, or they had just been beaten by their project. The man, who he had found out to be named Jack, reshuffled the 'cards' back and forth in his hands.

"Did I do something wrong?" His inquiry was not answered when Jack spoke back.

"Ok, Spider. We're going to do a little test." Handing out the cards to everyone sitting at the table, he stared into the reploids eyes. "I want to see what you've got."

"See what I've got?" There was a pause. "Ok,fine, what do I have to do?"

What a day it had been! They had played Cheat, Poker, Crazy 8s, Canaska, Go Fish, Old Maid, , and every single time he had won. 'No wonder humans played this game when they were bored, it's a blast!' His thoughts were intrupted when Jack spoke up again.

"I knew it. You're a natural alright!" With a collected nod from the others he continued, "We now know exactly what fighting style and weaponry we will equip you with."

Pushing his hat slightly off his eyes he blinked. "Is that so?"

So from that day forth he had been given a special set of playing cards. Apparently from what they had told him, these cards would return to his hands as soon as he would shoot them.

"So they're 'boomerang' cards?" Untrustingly he shook the thin packet upside-down. He glared at the designs on the box daring it to attack him. Somewhat trusting that they were no threat to his existance he emptied the cards into his hand.

"Good, now see that target over there?" Jack pointed to a disabled robot at the far end of the trainning room. They were called Preons from what he knew. "I want you to aim for it."

"Ok.." Unsure he grabbed a few and straightened them between his thumb and index of his right hand. Readying himself as if he was going to throw thowing-knives, he slid his right leg back. With a weak movement of the wrist the cards were sent rocketing out of his hand. His mouth opened in amazement as the destruction he had just cause came into his view after all the dust had cleared.

"Holy s-" Jack had cut him off by putting his hand over his mouth.

"Perfect! I knew it! You're going to make even the 'maverick hunters' jealous!"

He hadn't had time to ask as to 'what' the 'maverick hunters' were, as the team surrounded him urging him to hit several others 'unreachable' targets. Of course every last one had ended to a crushing blow by these metallic playing cards. As the humans whooped and cheered in excitement, he lowered his hat over his eyes. Looking at the simplistic yellow cards that lay in his hands, he pondered. Was this power enough for a 'maverick attack'?

It had only been two days after that event that disaster had struck. He had been walking to the third unit's section when he had met up with the childlike reploid. They had been chatting for some while until they had both heard a muffled scream and an explosion coming from the third unit's training barracks. Before they knew it, the general exited the door and stood in front of them. But something was terribly wrong, or so that was what his gut had told him. Nervousness arising he addressed the general reploid.

"What happened?"

A sadistic smile spread across the green reploid's face. Now he could really feel his gut twist and turn, the child was probably just as scared.

"They would not let me lead this control unit, so I did away with them."

"What?!"

There had been stunned silence. Both sides regarded each other. Fist clentched, he ignored the sense of horror.

"T-That's horrible!!" Anger rising in his voice, he could control himself anymore. The younger gulped in terror. What had they just witnessed, death and destruction, all by the hands of something the humans thought they could trust?

"ARRRRGH!!" Lauching a full hand of cards and the general, Spider didn't wait to see what the outcome was. Salvo after salvo, he launched without regression. It was only a few minutes later that he took a protective pose, though he guessed that the general had been dealt away with. An icy eerie laugh filled the hallway. Horror-stricken both reploids looked back at the figure standing amongst the dust and debri.

"Mere mortals cannot overcome me."

It had only been a fraction of a second, but it had been a fraction of a second for him to remember the rest of his life. The general flashed out his twin swords and launched himself from the air at Spider. The younger reploid had jumped in the way to intercept the forceful attack, but had been off by a couple of nano seconds, resulting in two gashes at the top of his forhead. Slammed back into the wall by the driving force, the young reploid slid unconsious to the floor.

"Aw crap." Quickly Spider jumped behind the general, hoping to catch him off guard. Flinging off another salvo of the deadly boomerang cards, he was knocked back by a punch to the chest. Another blow hit him on the back of his head. Sliding to a stop on the floor, he gazed up at the rogue reploid.

"How could you?!"

"It was simple really. I just did." Eyeing him as if he were some form of amusement the green reploid prepared his sword for another attack.

"..Why?" The question was said more as a plea. As if a child had found out their mother had just killed their father.

"Because they were weak. Just like you." Was the cold reply. Brandishing the sword in the hallway's shallow light, the green reploid advanced on the black one. "Because," there was a slight pause, as if humourly pondering what to answer, "Only the strong deserve to live."

The sword came down, but before it could hit, something blocked it's way. A yellow playing card glimered underneath the sword metallic luster. Both were cut through halfway.

"Unjustness and stupidity will never prevail.." As soon as the black reploid had uttered those words, he kicked upwards with all his force, surpirising the other and making a neat little gash on the other's shoulder.

"Why you bug!" The sword pierced forward, undawnted by what stood in its path. Gasping and panting heavily Spider fell to his knees. The green reploid general ripped it out of the black's chest, watching the other slam to the floor. Sneering the general whiped his twin swords unrelentingly across the other's back. When he was sufficed he grabbed the black's arm.

"Your DNA will be very useful to me.." The black didn't have time to realize what these words ment as his world disintegrated before his eyes into darkness.

All he remembered was waking up to rubble. Tons and tons of rubble. He himself was covered with dust and cracked rock. Gaining a moment to look around he swepped off the debri from his tuxedo style armor. What had happened? That question plague him to this day.

Getting up, he aspied the wall the young reploid had crashed against. Nothing. Except rubble that is.

Walking for what seemed an eternity in this disquieting afermath of destruction he reached an area of the building that seemed quite familar, even after the disaster that had taken place. When he came a little closer though, his heart stopped beating. There lay Jack, half crushed under a slab of cement. Rushing up to his friend, he knelt besides him. Before he knew it his face was wet with streams of tears.

"..Jack.." The man fluttered his eyelids open momentairly.

"Spider.. Is that you.."

Wiping one side of his face with the back of his hand, Spider replied. "Ya, sure it's me, who else-"

"Spider.. This is what a maverick is.."

"..." The black reploid silenced himself, staring at the floor for all that it was worth.

"..A..a maverick only leaves destruction and chaos in it's path..hhgn.."

Not knowing what took over him, the reploid took the human's hand and held it tight.

"..Spider.. You can't let any maverick live...hargn... this is what they will cause.. I have a .. key.. it's in my right pocket... hope it will be of use to you.."

Spider wept. It seemed like hours upon eternity from the time that Jack's grip did not return. Slowly the black reploid got up and slunked over to the man's right pocket. Digging in he pulled out what looked like an access card.

Silently the reploid left. There was nothing left to say, and no reason to stay.

Crying proffusely (Spelling?) WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! SOOO SAAAAADDDD!!!!!!! cries some more Wow, this fic is good, even if I have to say so myself. Actually it was funny, I hated Spider in the beginning of the game because a game article said that "Spider is on your team and then - well you'll find out". So my first reaction was, YOU STUPID FCKING BASTARD, I'LL TEACH YOU TO DITCH ME! DIE IN HELL!!! BWAHAHA!! Obviously I was only too pleased to challenge him to combat. Beat Jango. Things turned around QUITE quickly :P. I LOVE the guy. He was my second/first best character, rocked at stealing items (hey, that's how I got most of them!) and could take a severe hit, thus the perfect all-around guy.