*All Megaman/Rockman Characters and any others named or listed are copyright their respective owners and franchises, all other characters NOT related to any known copyright or franchise are personal OC's, names of Ghost White Leo, Nicholas Reever Gidion and his Pokegirls, as well as inspiration from the Megaman/Rockman ZX series games for Junker Pantheon. The Bartender is also a personal creation, by name of Jarvis Seint McGregor. They are NOT to be used w/out permission and approval by me to do so. This is merely a fan-based crossover/inter-dimensional story and is not meant to be bought or sole for any purpose or intent, criminal or even legal, and anything else I haven't named that I haven't thought of, let's assume I did. I'm just a fan of many things, not a plagiarist. Thank you.

*Attention! This chapter has been updated with spellcheck and various other things changed to match the rest of the story that has since evolved after it has had time to do so in my head. Damn you writer's block! Anyway, I will upload the second chapter just after the first chapter's revised upload. Thank you for the support and understanding, and I hope you will stay with me, lazy ass that I am XD.

Chapter 1: Abrupt meetings and greetings in Jarvis' Bar.

Atlas woke up groggily, her head spinning as she lifted her head off of a tabletop to the sound of soft lounge music and the sound of a TV broadcast of some kind. As she blinked the swirling out of her vision, she realized she was in some kind of high-class bar/lounge.

"Uuugghh... My head, where am I?" She said, reaching for her Model F device, realizing quickly she didn't have it on her. She snapped awake entirely, looking around with a pissed off glare. She saw several odd-looking people staring at her like she was off her rocker, but she shouted brazenly,

"Alright, who took it? I'm gonna rip someone's head off if nobody answers me!" She bellowed. Suddenly the bartender shouted over,

"You had to check your weapons at the door, remember? Oh, that's right you don't, you got knocked the fuck clean out by ol' Ghost White over there, don't worry, that's all he did... You feelin' okay over there by the way? You need some water or somethin'? It looks like any other drink would make you sick as a dog..." Said the white haired barkeep, who had a portion of his hair combed over his right eye, hiding it from view. She noticed he seemed very sinister despite his kind words, and she immediately grew distrustful of him. He turned off the TV with an odd looking remote and smiled.

"How'd I get here, and who the heck are you?" She demanded.

"Hell if I know, you went completely apeshit on the other customers and bigboy Ghost White had to subdue you before you hurt yourself or someone else... If you're still insisting on fighting someone take it up with the complaint department." He said, seemingly sarcastically.

"Are you trying to be funny? Don't mess with me or-" She started to say.

"Or you'll what... Blast me with guns you don't have at the moment? Geez, what a hassle... YO! FEFNIR!" The young man shouted with a whistle to a fuchsia armored figure with two very big guns mounted on his back. His bulk and apparent might was massive, and Atlas grew fearful for the first time in years as she was approached by the broad-shouldered figure.

"So you're the one I get paired up with? You're a friggin' joke kid, grow some brains and go home to play with your baby toys..." Fefnir smirked. She blinked at him in shock.

"What do you mean... 'get paired up with'?" She asked, dreading the answer. Fefnir laughed heartily at the comment.

"H-hey, Jarvis! This kid's clueless! HAHAHAHAAAA!" Fefnir laughed as he simply walked back over to his table where three other figures were sitting, as well as a very familiar-looking red-armored figure with blond hair.

"Fefnir, quit being a jerk or you're not getting that 'special birthday surprise' I fixed up for you..." Leviathan quipped at him. Harpuia stared at them both as did Zero, who promptly got up with the words,

"I can't believe these guys... Why the heck did I ever think of joining Fefnir for a drink..." He grumbled as he went over to a table with a yellow-haired girl in her early teens dressed in pink, who warmly took his hand as he sat down next to her. As Atlas began to look around, she saw other people, both humans, Reploids, and some she didn't recognize the appearances of. There was a young man no older than 18 with a group of decidedly anthropomorphic females sitting around him with an uncomfortable look on his face, there were several humanoid machines sitting around the room mixed in with the lot, as well as one in particular that came out of a room towards the back with some obviously powerful, but outdated looking arms.

"Hey Junker, how'd it go?" Asked the bartender to the figure, who promptly gave a thumbs up with a look on his mono-eye that suggested he was pleased with something. Suddenly she and he locked gazes with each other and Atlas got the feeling there was something special about this massive-armed figure in faded blue armor. Suddenly there was a winding of machinery as several more smaller arms came out of a massive backpack he was carrying and replaced the big arms for a set of smaller ones that matched the body much better. He began walking over to her and for some reason Atlas felt like she couldn't move, and the look on the mono-eye was one of pure unamusement. He stopped less than two feet from her, peering his face right into hers.

"Y-you got a p-problem?" Atlas stammered as he backed away slowly. He began examining every inch of her, even going so far as to walk all around her to do so. He finally ended where he had started, still staring at her straight in the face.

"Feh..." Was his only reply as he walked off. She noticed everyone was staring as though they didn't know what was going to happen, either to her or in general. She snapped back to reality as she saw him walk over to a table in the corner and continue staring at her almost angrily, it was hard to tell. She quickly had had enough, and walked briskly over to his table, getting stopped by the bartender who stepped in front of her.

"HEY, HEY! Uh-uh... You want him to tear you apart? Even I don't know what this guy'll do half the time, he's a little... Uhm, 'unstable' I suppose sums it up?" He said, looking over his shoulder at the figure in blue who was somehow sipping on a blue can with the letter 'E' in black on it in a blocky font, despite having no obvious mouth.

"If you know what's best for ya you'll wanna keep your distance, seriously, you trying to get everyone murdered?" The bartender said nervously as he lead her away from the lonely corner table.

"But he-!" She started to complain before he grabbed her by the nose and pinched hard enough to make her eyes water.

"He didn't do anything... Got it?" He said sternly as she tried to argue.

"GOT... IT...?" He said in a voice that told her she may be in over her head for once. She just went over to a table by herself that was free and she decided to try to figure out how all this started. She remembered being frozen by that Model Z, but then how did she wind up in a bar with people from the past, let alone people she didn't know what to make anything of? She rustled her hair in frustration trying to stare a hole in the table, when she realized the whole bar had gone quiet, even the music had stopped with an abrupt record scratch. She looked up to see that same figure from before sitting across the table from her with a look of curiosity, rather than the one of annoyance she had seen from him earlier. Suddenly he spoke, and the whole bar somehow got even quieter.

"I was in your shoes a while back, not knowing where the hell I was in life, not knowing why I was where I was at in terms of reality... I'm known around here as Junker Pantheon, but call me Junker... Call me junk and I'll eat your eyes for what little energy I'll get out of them." He said flatly.

"I used to work for those ingrates over there looking so lacking from their former glory... Look at them, once mighty warriors who relied on my kind to run official police duties... Yeah them over there, and don't worry, if they fuck with you, they're dead... Not to say they're not dead to me already in a sense." He continued with that same flat, almost lifeless tone. Even Fefnir stayed quiet, when normally he would've obviously mauled anyone whoever dared badmouth him or anything he stood for. Atlas stayed quiet for awhile before saying anything.

"Pantheon... I've heard that somewhere before... Weren't they a part of some great city centuries ago?" She inquired, causing him to snort in reply.

"Great on the surface maybe... It was flawed by political corruption and a false leader they assumed was the real deal, the whole thing was a joke, and it left me with nothing to believe in when I was brought back online centuries later in your time-line... Funny, though how you resemble meatwad over there." He said with a deadly look at Fefnir, who slammed his drink down on the table hard enough to rattle it loudly.

"Alright, I've HAD IT! YOU, ME, COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT, RIGHT NOW!" Fefnir screeched in fury.

"Complaint denied... You don't like it, take it up with the second rank..." Junker said, motioning toward the one called Ghost White with his half-full E Canister. Ghost white, a slightly larger than man-sized AI driven Leo, got up and thudded over to where Fefnir was standing, towering over him by a good few feet.

"Are you trying to cause problems, sir?" It said in a slow, calm, methodical voice. Fefnir went wide-eyed in remembrance at what Ghost white had done to all the complaint clients, except for of course, Junker, promptly sitting down without a word, a ghastly look on his face. Suddenly the doors of the bar were loudly and abruptly crowded with a flurry of movement and loud voices.

"Y-YOU GUYS?" Zero said, getting up quick enough to send his chair clattering to the floor behind him as all eight Hachishinkan came through the door.

"Oh, god no... I thought you guys were dead?" Zero shouted, cringing as he saw Kyuubit. Kyuubit's eyes lit up with a fire that suggested something... wanting, for lack of a better term.

"O-ho-ho-ho-hooo... Such rude manners after all this time, you really haven't changed a bit, you faker... O-ho-ho-ho-hooo!" He laughed in that exact same annoying laugh that Zero had tried for years to get out of his brain, with limited success.

"Ichika-chika-chika-chika! Well, it looks like the whole gang is here aren't they! And then some new faces, who's the old beat-up piece of junk next to the young lady? Don't you know your presence is offensive to all who see you? Learn your place, Pantheon junk!" Deathtanz Mantisk taunted as Junker got up and began slowly walking over to them all.

"Learn my place...? I think you've got it backwards here, you're in my world and last time I checked it didn't revolve around you! So why don't you all just pack up and get the fuck back to your graves where YOU belong, hmm?" Junker replied in a slightly aggressive tone.

"Grrraawrrrr, Such a tiny machine with such a big mouth needs to be taught a few lessons in superior strength!" Growled Kelverian.

"Ssshall we ssssear him to molten ssslag right now?" Inquired Flizard to his group.

"You want a piece? Step right up, then... But not here, I don't feel like trashing this nice bar, don't you agree? Besides, it's breaking the law to trash other people's stuff, or don't you follow the law anymore?" Junker said, reeling them in for something.

"How dare you so callously call us the law breakers! Do you know just exactly who you're referring to in that tone?" Cried Glacier le Cactank in disbelief.

"But you all wanna judge me for my crimes, right? Let's do this in what could be considered the proper courtroom for that then... I'm just trying to accommodate, y'know?" Junker said, finishing with a chuckle that turned into a bone-chillingly sadistic and insane laughter.

"SO C'MON! TIME'S AWASTIN' BUT YOUR TIME IS ALREADY UP, OLD MAN! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT JUDGMENT IS UNTIL YOU'VE HAD IT PASSED UPON YOURSELVES, SO WHADDYA SAY? ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT'S IN STORE FOR YOUR GUILTY ASSES?" Junker cried out in insane glee. Atlas was completely shocked by his attitude, sharply contrasting from the simple grumpy lifeless one he had displayed just moments before. As she watched he did an insane hopping stance backward into the room she had just seen him exit, and The Eight Judges promptly followed him in, wherein the door slammed shut with an unearthly 'BANG' and seemed to vanish completely.

"What the...? Where'd the door go?" Atlas wondered aloud, now more than just a little confused.

"Well, that's the complaint department, it's his personal office and uhm, well, not many people come out of there with their complaints still standing, let alone themselves if you know what I mean." The bartender said as he turned on the massive TV screens on the walls and the whole place came to life as bets were being made on who would be victorious in some fight on the glowing monitors. Suddenly she saw just who was fighting on the screen, in high definition. There, locked in a heated battle, was Junker fighting mightily against the people he had just taunted into following him.

"You wanna help'im out? Looks like he's taken a shine to ya..." The bartender said to Atlas from behind, startling her a bit.

"Why? It looks like he's doing fine... Besides, I can't use my weapons here, remember?" She added grumpily.

"Ah, you look like you need to blow off some steam anyway... Here, tell ya what I'll do..."