Mega Man ZX: OX Trials

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters or the Mega Man series. Just some OCs and some new Biometals here and there.

Summary: Model O. The False Mega Man, the essence of the Devil Reploid. When a hero is corrupted, for well over a hundred years will feel its consequences, and the past's nightmares revived... the Robot Wars are ready to enter it's next phase shall begin, and the Mega Man Wars shall begin.

Chapter 2: Departure

Having been alive for many, many years, Aile had genuinely believed she would learn to become immune to boredom. However, as her advisors proved again and again, that was one feet even the Crimson Queen couldn't accomplish.

"… as according to plan, we are successfully delivering Meals, Ready-To-Eat to the Loyalists and deporting Mechaniloids into the Northeastern Territories, whilst continuously cutting them off from their own food crops. Assuming we continue our Scorched Earth Strategy, this rebellion shall surely be put down in a matter of weeks, your majesty."

Aile sighed, playing with her ponytail as the Council member droned on and on about the Northeastern Rebellion. He was only here to inform her that the Mavericks who rebelled against her were being crushed.

"The Mavericks also suffered an extreme loss one week ago, when we destroyed a massive CIEL System energy generator-"

"So basically, what you're saying is we have no problem? Model O isn't necessary to take them down?" Aile interrupted tilting her head at the man. All she could gather was that if she wasn't needed, she had no reason to be listening to this crap.

"No, my Queen-"

"Then stop wasting my time, and let's discuss more important matters," the Crimson Queen said, glaring the man from behind her mask. "Excluding any active within the Northeast, what of the Resistance?"

An old woman stepped up, looking down at her queen's feet, "We successfully raided a Maverick warehouse, taking several human Resistance as prisoners, no Reploids were in the vicinity however." While not the answer Aile was hoping for, she was still pleased to hear at least some Resistance bastards had been taken prisoner.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, for our last order of business. What are the statuses of the Biometals, Cormac?"

A younger blond haired man stepped up with a smirk, looking up at Aile. She wore a simple, crimson mask with an omega symbol dead in the forehead, and a dark crimson t-shirt and jeans around her usual skin-tight black jumpsuit, neither with any design. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her, the most powerful woman in the world yet, in her own way almost humble in her appearance.

"Something you find funny, Cormac?"

"Not at all, my queen," he said with a chuckle, adjusting his glasses. "All Biometals or just your former weapons?"

"All not in my immediate possession."

"Model G is, safe with me, of course. Our Model W fragments are safe and secured. Biometal Models H, L, P, and F are currently in Area N's Biometal Research and Creation Laboratory… We had, as much as I hate to admit it, a problem with Model Z-"

"What kind of 'problem', Cormac? You're supposed the most useful person here, don't make me doubt what you're capable of," she said with an angry glare, not caring how any other of the Council would react.

"Malfunction with the train. However, that has been resolved. In just an hour we will begin preparations to send Model Z to the lab. No biggie."

Aile's glare intensified, her painted nails clenching into the sides of her throne. "Do not test my patience, Cormac. Having Model G doesn't mean I'm not willing to retire you, let me make that very clear," Cormac looked around the dark room, seeing if any of his fellow Council members would stick up for him out of sheer curiosity. Unsurprisingly, they were all staring at the ground, causing him to sigh. "Very well, your highness."

"You are all my Council. You are the ones who run this nation under my supervision. However, understand I am the glue that holds it together while I run my own operations. You don't have your authority because of your power, you have authority because I give you power," she said with a small chuckle, standing up. "I want the Resistance members to have all useful knowledge they have extracted, and for the Northeast Rebellion to be crushed as swiftly as possible. Other then that, get lost and return to your posts."

"Yes, your highness," said the Council members –except for Cormac-, as they left the conference room.

What a bitch you can be, o' queen o' queen, the scientist thought with a smirk as he left last, closing the door to the conference room behind him.

"So what, are you really that incapable of showing kindness to anyone?" asked a familiar voice from behind her.

Aile closed her eyes, forgetting about the mirrors set all across the room, letting her keep an eye on everything from her throne. She turned around to one behind her, looking at a mirage of Girouette.

"That is correct. I thought we had gone over this before, Giro?" she asked. She was fully aware she was just talking to herself, her mind having a short break of insanity, but was beyond caring. "I destroyed my own humanity, and here I've lived for over a hundred years. You really think I give a damn about anybody else anymore?"

"After that attack in Area H, you always wanted to help people."

"Area H is nothing more than ruins and Purprill the Mandroid is dead!" screamed Aile, removing her mask and glaring at the mirage. "The past is history! That compassion for other people too, is part of the past!"

"You trying to convince me, or yourself?"

"You…! You aren't even real! Who the hell are you to tell me what the hell I believe in!"

"The guy that raised you for about ten years," 'Giro' said, with a small, sad smile. "I think there's still some good in you yet."

"You're wrong. And that's all I have to say to that," Aile said with a glare, walking over and punching the glass over and over, ignoring the bleeding in her hands. "I'm me. I'm me and I'm only me and not what you want me to be. Understand that…?"

"That's a lie."

Aile's heart froze with fear, looking around at yet another mirror, her eyes widening at not a vision of Giro, but her younger self. Short hear, blue vest, white shorts…

"You're lying."

"I'm not one to lie to myself," Young Aile said with a frown. "And you know it," and with that, the real Aile was pushed to her breaking point.

"MEGAMERGE!" Aile screamed, becoming Model OX and entering Overdrive. "I'm not you…"

"You were, and part of you still is… even with Model O and that her remnants…"

"Even if I was, I reject it!" She screamed, sending a crescent, electric wave at the mirror, shattering it. "I'm not you anymore! You're just stupid remnants that don't belong in my head anymore!" She yelled out, launching large buster shots at the mirrors, not resting every single one was destroyed. "… I am… only me. Aile, the Crimson Queen…" a small smirk started forming on her face as she de-Megamerged. "… And that's the only thing that matters."

"Was that not… a tad extreme?"the omega shaped Biometal asked, amused.

"Shut up," Aile said, sitting back down in her throne. "That's just what you think. How 'bout you, Model X?" Asked Aile, turning her head to the Blue Mega Man, trapped in a cage made out of a crimson energy. As usual, he didn't respond. "Come on, Model X… I'm your Chosen One, and we haven't spoken in over a hundred years. You gotta miss talking with people just a little bit, right?"

Model X did not respond.

"Just be glad, you know, that I can't Megamerge with Model O by himself. Or you'd be in a lab being studied right now. Like a rat."

"Cold."

"It's the truth."

Model O chuckled, tilting its body to look at the subdued Model X. Bwa. Ha. Ha… it thought, amused. Even after all these years, to see the great Blue Mega Man totally helpless filled to the brim with despair and suffering…

It filled him with an absolutely great pleasure, one that no matter what made his whole existence worthwhile.

"I'm going to sleep," Aile said, putting her mask back on and leaving the room, her Biometals following, one against his will.

Model Z… Do enjoy your new eternity in a laboratory. I… don't need you. Not anymore, you worthless memento.

That was her last thought of the day as she went to bed early.

On the other side of the country, however, the day was just starting for the Reistance.

"This is it…""It's gonna be a really big mission, right? There's gotta be at least a hundred of us here…"

The soldiers murmured to one another on the airship, wondering when their mission would start. This was supposed to be a theft from what they had gathered. It was odd though, why would they attack some military train? Usually when they needed to steal from the Crimson Military to steal something, it was usually energy crystals or a temporary CIEL System generator.

"Attention! Everybody, attention!" A middle aged man said into a megaphone, looking at his soldiers, shutting everybody up. "Thank you all for your time, and patience. We have been on this airship for a long time. I understand that you are likely cranky, tired, and curious. I apologize, ladies and gentlemen, and I ask you lend me your ears for just a few minutes."

Geez… a Humanoid, blond-haired teen thought with a sigh. We would learn this right before everything goes down…

"For reasons unknown, this train contains something of the Crimson Queen of great importance. We have a single mission- we either obtain what's inside it, or, we destroy the train as a whole. The train has, to a rough estimate, some fifty Crimson Guards and to our belief at least one large Mechaniloid," The commander said, the ship immediately bursting into conversation "SHUT UP! We aren't going to attempt a direct assault, with out numbers that'd be suicide. We are, to be blunt, going to derail the train. Due to the importance of whatever this train is carrying, this train is designed to take a hell of a lot of punishment. Once derailed, we will begin the operation.

"First, we will have a heavy descent. I won't lie to you, it's gonna be very rough, so hold on while we do. At this point, all Humanoid and pure Reploid personal will jump and destroy any remaining Mechaniloids, and if it hasn't been destroyed in the derailment, the large Mechaniloid. Let me make this clear- we're using a damn large laser to knock this thing off it's track. Get ready for a recoil when we tell you. Once we can descent safely enough, all pure humans will also begin to enter the are. Once the threat is eliminated, we will do a full sweep of the train until we find this package. If necessary, we will be here all goddamned day. Do I make myself understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"We will begin lowering to blast this damn train. Hold onto something."

The blond hair boy grasped a nearby handle, his other hand on his buster, not wanting it to fall out of its holster. Look alive, Casser… he thought, taking some deep breaths. Can't die here, not until the Queen falls…

"You nervous, Casser?" asked a brown-haired Reploid to his left, flashing him a smile.

"Shut up, Clovis. You know I don't get nervous."

"Liar. I'm nervous too, you know. No need to try to hid it from me, buddy."

"I'm not. That's the end of the story, Clovis. Case closed."

The Reploid sighed, clenching his seat as the airship started to descend.

"Still though… we've never done a big mission like this, before. Just a few simple scouts and small fights…"

"Which is why we can't be nervous. If we're nervous, we'll screw up. I don't know about you, but I don't want to die on my first big mission."

"Casser…" Clovis said, sighing.

"Hmmm?"

"… Never mind. It can wait until this is all over."

"… All right then, Clovis."The Humanoid Reploid stared at the ground, trying to think of something else to say. He could tell the both of them where, whatever the hell they said, were scared. He felt a lump swell up in his throat as the ship continued it's descent, thinking of anything he could say to help lower the tension, help him and Casser get their heads straight before this all went down.

Just… keep your head in the game, Clovis. Just keep your head-

That was the last thing Clovis thought before the airship was knocked back, sending everyone to the ground for the most part. "The hell!"

"WE'VE BEEN SPOTTED! WE'VE BEEN HIT!" the pilot screamed as the ship started to lose control, starting to plummet to the ground. "MISSION IS TO BE ABORTED! HOLD ON TIG-"

Fate however refused to give the Resistance a break, the train firing another large bullet at it, this time blasting a hole in the side. "Holy shit…!" Casser muttered, looking at the hole as he held on, watching as fellow Resistance fell off.

"Clovis! You all right?"

"Not really, but I'll live!" the Reploid screamed back, holding onto a handlebar. "Goddamn…!"

… Not gonna die here… Casser though to himself, shooting a look at Clovis.

"… You thinking what I'm thinking, right…?"

"That if we just stay on here, the explosion of when this thing is gonna go down is just going to kill us?"

"Yeah…" he said, looking at the whole, shaking. "… Hey, Clovis."

"Huh?"

Casser forced himself to let a small smile tug at his lips, his grip starting to let loosen. "Good thing we got robotic parts, don't we?"

"… Yeah, it is… so… shall we depart?"

"Let's," was all Casser said, letting go and trying to take to take careful steps to the hole, breaking into a sprint during a moment when the plane stopped spinning. The train… he thought as he saw it after jumping off, trying to change his position as to land on the train.

Despite everything, this was his mission… even if he ended up dying (which he promised himself he wouldn't), virtually nobody that was falling off that could actually survive this were trying to get on the train, and he doubt Clovis would either.

Let's go, he thought as he could see himself getting ready to descend on the train. He felt around his belt, taking a sigh of relief at seeing it hadn't fallen out during the jump.

He could see he was no less than a hundred feet before landing, and felt a sad smile etch on. Sorry I lied, Clovis, he thought, his terror increasing by the second. But terrified or not, as far as he was concerned, it was time to take action as he landed.

Mission start.

Well, that's it for the incredibly overdue Chapter 2, heh.

It's funny, you know. When I first wrote Chapter 1, years ago, I was more excited for this story then… well, anything else I'd written. Then, I guess I got selfish and let myself fall into apathy as my own interest in Mega Man started to dwindle away…

I hope anyone reading this enjoyed this though, I really hope it didn't seem too rushed or anything. Read and review, if you can. Likewise, if you have any criticism at all, I'm all ears- hell, I'll even take a flame if you hated it and got a ton of things to point, though, have a good day to everyone.

PS- Anybody else ever find it odd/hilarious how in Ashe's story in ZX Advent, she can fall an absolutely huge distance between the ships, but a few buster shots and BAM! She explodes.