And now for the EXTREMLEY long awaited Chapter 1 of Resurrection! The prolouge was edited a bit, and the ending of it changed, so go read it if you haven't checked it yet!

This is still sort of in "beta" stage, I've been adding to it and refining it since yesterday. So some things may be ou of place, I've done my best to make everything as clear as possible. If you have suggestions, or something to add in to make this story better, or ideas for future chapters, contact me at bassexe(underscore goes here)fortexe(AT symbol goes here)yahoo.ca , and include "Resurrection" in the title.

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CHAPTER 1 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"KHHHHHHCCCKK" The static echoed through Ciel's mind. Word had passed that Zero had died in the explosion of Ragnarok That was to be expected on this dangerous mission. In fact, Ciel and Jaune were the only one's left in the Repliforce's caravan. Everyone else was attending a funeral of sorts for there hero.
The only thought in Ciel's mind was if Zero was safe. He did, after all, destroy Ragnarok. If he was alive, she didn't know, but she couldn't ask him with this lost connection on her COM channel. She doubted Zero was dead. She was the only one who still had hope.
A voice spoke up from behind her. Jaune sat in the operater's seat of the command room. Well escalated above Ciel. "Ragnarok has been succesfully destroyed. It's energy readings are offline." Jaune commmented. "What about Zero's energy status?" Silence fell between the two women. "His status... Isn't on screen." Jaune was asked this question quite a few times. Ciel was almost in some sort of trance, asking the same thing over and over again.
He was gone. It could only be expected after Ragnaroks explosion. "Scan for him." Ciel asked sorrowfully. " Ciel, there's no point. Ragnarok exploded, if Zero's status is gone-" "Scan! Please! He has to be alive!" Ciel butt in. "Scanning..." She waited hesitantley.
Zero couldn't die. He had died so many times in his past, and in the legends, but he always made a miraculous comeback.
"No readings found." Jaune said, with a twist of pain hidden in her voice. "Scan again." Ciel whispered.
Jaune let out a long sigh. Although she silentley mourned over Zero's death, she was getting annoyed at Ciel's constant nagging to scan. She had to obey her orders, Ciel was the leader of Repliforce. "Calibrating system... Re-scanning now"
Ciel prayed Zero was alive, he had to be. He couldn't leave her. "No energy readings found. Just dust and echoes." Ciel was silent, oddly silent.
After a while with no answer, Jaune looked for where Ciel was, but only caught a glimpse of the Command room door being shut. She finally decided to leave, maybe to go to the funeral. "Finally." Jaune thought.
She lifted her visor revealing her Ice-blue eyes. "She's attached to him... But he can't be alive after something like this." She thought.
She continued scanning for various readings around the crator made by Ragnaroks deep explosion. Since all of the Repliforce had gone towards Niege's camp, to have a proper funeral for there hero, Jaune had to stay behind and await for any incomming transmissions, and search for any life that may have survived Ragnarok.
Then the door creaked open. "Ciel? Back already?" Jaune asked, slowly looking at the door. Nothing moved. "Odd.." She stated aloud.
She turned to the many hovering, holographic monitors, thinking of what she should do next. She was being carefull to pay attention to the open door for any sound, or movement.
She heard a boot thump. Her hair flew back as she whipped her head towards the door, which was now wide open. "Ciel?" Jaune said, this time, her voice trembling with fear.
The monitors flicked off, and the lights with it.
She now wanted to hide somewhere, she just didnt know where.
The command room was pretty wide open, leaving little, if no place to hide.. "Who's... T-There"
More footsteps echoed through the command room. The steps clanked hard against the old metal floor in the Command Room. Jaune felt a figure above her, followed by a whispy, female voice. "Don't worry about nothing hon'. I won't hurt you much, I just need you to cooperate and give me some particular information off those computers..." Jaune trembled, "Who-who are you? And what kind of information do you need?" Jaune said. She wanted to alert someone, but everyone was out at the funeral.
Jaune was a wimp, she re-called the times when she was a younger Reploid. The other kids would make fun of her fragile mind. Scaring her and constantly making them her "puppet" for there fun little games. But now wasn't the time to think about these things.
"Hey! You! Don't go into space on me!?" The figure said.
Jaune felt something against her head. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could almost see it. "An arm cannon? Is that what that thing it? Those are really out-dated!" Jaune thought.
"I need you to give me as much information as possible on this 'Zero'" Her dark voice etched into Jaune's mind. "I need to know everything you know, his past, his missions, his status." "Zero's dead!" Jaune barked. "I know that! That's why I need this information!" Her voiced seemed to echo in the command room. "W-well maybe I could do that... If you could, uhm.. Take that gun off"
Jaune wanted to scratch her head, the gun was making quite some itch.
The woman lifted the arm cannon off. It was envoloped by a bright white flash, and it returned to her normal hand.
She looked around on the desk, eerily looking for something . She looked at the pile of CDs Jaune had stacked neatly on the desks left side. They're reflections almost seemed to scream out to her. She snatched one, checking it's underside for any burn marks.
She did this freakishly quick too, making her seem more robotic then she was. "Use this disc. Back up all the information you can fit on it"
Jaune sluggishly got up and resumed sitting down on her operater's chair.
The power was shut off though, so she would have to re-boot the dusty old computer. "The uhm... The power is-" The dark figure cut her out, "-back on" as she said so, the lights came back on. The holographic monitor flickered to life.
"How did she do that so quick?" Jaune thought.
She wanted to call for help, stop this person from taking information on Zero. If she did, would this person kill her? She wasn't hesitant about the arm cannon.
Jaune began checking for the needed information on her computer. Finally, she found what she wanted.
The computers top drive opened, and she inserted the shiny disc. She opened a new window and began dragging files to be copied onto the disc.
A small bar in the window quickly filled as the files were copied. Then a beep sounded, and the drive re-opened. Jaune pressed a button and put the disc back in. "What are you doing?" The dark woman asked, "Isn't it done"
"I er.. Think I forgot some stuff, I'll quickly re-burn it"
She had to stall until someone came back, or atleast that's what she hoped. Since everyone was at the funeral, there was little chance. But still hope.
"Screw this." The figure cursed, putting her hand on Jaune's shoulder.
The sparks of energy from her hand illuminated the room into a deep purple, drowning the lights out, and jumping around like lightning bolts from Jaune's shoulder. Then it faded. As she lifted her hand, Jaune collapsed to the floor. Perhaps unconcious, as she didn't move or get back up.
So much for stalling her until someone got back.
But what this odd Reploid didn't know, was that Jaune wasn't dumb enough to just burn the files to a CD, and compliently hand them over.
Attached to the information on the disc was a tracking worm, once installed on a computer, or put into the Reploid's memory banks, they'd be able to find where this person was.

Forte had been traveling for quite some time now.
As he walked in the vast, seemingly endless desert, he could almost make out something in the distance. It looked like a rather large hole in the ground.
The smell of molten metal and death eerily filled his nostrils. He tried not to gag at the smell, but for someone even as used to death as him, the stench made him turn violently around. "Errg! Jeeze! What is that!?" He cupped his mouth and nose with his left hand, the black armor around his arm skimmed across his bare flesh on his chin as he did so, burning him to some extent. His dark, ebony armor had soaked up alot of heat in this roasting desert, and although he could bear the sweat, his skin was vulnerable to the outside of his smoldering armor.
Forte turned towards the smell. Up ahead some ways, lay a tremendous crater. "How did that get there, and why all the way out here?... Wherever here is..." He thought.
Forte looked around, it was quite wide, so it would be faster to go down into the crater and up the other side, so he continued to walk closer.
As the smell got stronger he continued to squeeze his hand on his face harder, making the dark Reploid barley able to breath. He had to loosen his hand and bare the smell, he took tiny breaths, avoiding the stench like the plauge.
Finally, he now stood at the edge of the crater. It was steep, he wouldn't be able to walk down it. If he tried, he'd probably tumble and fall if he wasn't carefull.
Bits of metal lay at the bottom, scattered about.
Reploid parts had made a miniature marker for each of there graves. He wanted to take a closer look, and as he thought of a way down, he remembered something.
He had the ability to fly. Although he prefered the term "levitate" or "hover". After all those years of sleep, he wondered if he even could fly?
He tried thinking of how he used to do it. But after all those years of hibernation, his memory had started to fade too. He thought of flying, and almost immediatley, he began to float. Suprised by this odd sensation, he broke out of the air and tumbled down on the ground, inches away from the edge of the steep crater. His cloak had flapped voilently on his fall. "Shouldn't try that again.." He thought to himself. Flying was out of the question. He wasn't used to it anymore, and it would take some time to master it. If he tried it now, it could result in gooey splat at the bottom of the huge, dusty crater.
He cautiously knelt down at the edge, his hands hovering just above the sand covered surface, and his legs streched over the edge. He began to slide. Wasn't as hard as he thought, although the dust that was being flung up was becoming a problem.
Forte was okay at maintaning his balance. The dark reploid began to speed up inch by inch.
His light brown cloak getting a few new tears in it as it snagged on some sharp, gritty rocks.
Forte's hands dug into the dirt every so often, to try and keep him from going too fast.
He hit bottom, almost tumbling head over heels. The dust from his landing now made it hard to see. He pawed at it, trying to move it out of the way so could see the other side of the crater. It wasn't as steep as this side was. He would easily be able to climb up it and carry on.
As the so called god of Destruction walked around, he picked up the various reploid parts, fumbling around with them and paying carefull attention to what detail there was, most of them were burnt, while others had salvaged some of there color. He came across the occasional, intact helmet. One of the more sturdy pieces to these new world reploids? They looked nothing like his with there flat, undetailed purple and grey armor. He sighed, thinking there's probably nothing worth looking at in this junk heep. A short rumble made him clench his stomach, he was hungry. After all those years of hibernation, his systems had started to drop tremendously. He needed a place to stay, and fast. Although with this infinite, lifeless desert, he wondered if there was any shelter around.
Then something in the crater caught his attention. Something that made his memory spark. He walked towards this object. Half buried in the sand, lay a very familiar helmet. It looked alot like his brother's old one. It's red horns protruded from the front, and out the back. Making a long "v" shape. A dim, shattered energy crystal shone a faint blue. Long white spikes extended from the sides of the helmet, and out the back. The rest, or base of the helmet, was a deep purple. The inside had what seemed to be speakers, around where the ears should be. Even a small microphone rested just at the inside tip of the bottom part of the helmet. The various cracks in the helmet riddled it with mysteries. Were they from the explosion? Or could some of them have come from a battle. The helmet almost seemed to whisper to him. The more he looked at it, the more he thought of his brother.
Rubble fell to the ground behind him. Did something still live? He turned around.
This strange new figure sported long, although dusty, blonde hair.
"I see you found my helmet." This figure said as he brushed the durt off him. Then realized who this actually was.
It was his brother, Zero.

Ciel slowly walked past Niege's encampent, heading back for her caravan.
The lush greenery around her swayed back and forth with the calming breeze.
Her hair swaying like a flag. The dark of night had began to fall upon this wonderous forest. She walked past numerous tents, humans huddling around fire pits, attempting to stay warm in the cool weather. All of them had heard the news of Zero's supposed death. Pretty much all of the Repliforce was there too, some were staring at the sky, still mourning over there hero's fate. He had saved them all from total destruction, and could very well have started a new hope. A hope for peace in this war riddled world.
Niege, the leader of this camp, was leaning against a miniature water tower, about 30 feet or so high. She thought of Zero's death, how he had gave his legendary life for there own existence.
Niege glanced at Ciel as she lumbered through. Ciel's head dangled towards the grass. Did she love him? She had taken his death alot worse then the others, while the others had given a funeral for Zero, she ran past them and had gone towards the cliff edge. It's scenery was nice, sure, but why would she choose to mourn over there? Did she just want to avoid crying infront of the others? She was the leader of the Repliforce, after all.
Niege's hand brushed through the front of her frilly, orange hair, moving it out of her eyes.
She took a step towards Ciel, putting her hand on the Ciel's shoulder.
Ciel slowly shoved Niege's hand off, not paying attention to who did so. "I need to be alone." Ciel's voice calmly said. Her voice didn't sound at all sad, but her outward emotions proved otherwise.
Niege, taking a step back, watched as Ciel continued onward. She needed her time alone for this moment, and she respected that, especially since Ciel had provided them with the materials and food needed for the camp's survival.
The lush greenery began to fade, and then suddenly came to a halt.
Sand covered the ground for what seemed to be hundreds of miles away. It was a very odd change, as the grass just suddenley began to fade into sand. It was almost a sort of line, seperating the camp from where Ciel had parked the Repliforce's caravan.
As she walked towards the door for her bunk, she noticed that the command room door was left open. Ciel wiped a tear which was dribbling down her face. She took a couple steps closer to investigate. Odd, I thought I closed the door on my way out... Wouldn't Jaune have noticed and shut it? Then something totally unexpected happened.
A dark, female figure hopped off the platform of the door. Holding a disc in her hands. She was cloaked, hiding most of her features.
Her helmet would be easy to recognize again, it's long white fins stretched down her back, and the pink energy crystal on the front of her helmet shone a bright pink. Also, her long, purple hair was atleast to her knees.
Ciel stood in suprise, wondering where this mysterious person came from, but even more so, was her curiousity as to what was on that disc.
Ciel was a computer nut, so she couldn't help but wonder.
The figure looked sharply at Ciel, noticing her for the first time.
The cloaked woman mumbled something, Ciel couldn't make out much of the words, but she seemed to be cursing at herself. It turned away, running into the vast beyond. Ciel wanted to yell "Wait!" or "Who are you?" But she was afraid she'd choke on her tears.
Then, as quickly as the mystery person had appeared, she was gone. But there was nowhere to hide in the desert, was there? The strange helmet gave away the fact that she was Reploid, so she may have teleported away. "What was she doing!?" Ciel's mind screamed to her.

Ciel bursted through the Command Room, it's door shutting with a loud, "THUD.
Under the operator's chair lay Jaune, her blonde hair covered her face, which lay face down on the command room's not-so-shiny metal floor. "Jaune! Are you okay?" Ciel choked back a few sobs.
Ok, so Zero died. That didn't help, now someone just burst into the Command Room and did who knows what.
"Jaune!" Ciel shrieked. Jaune was unconcious, or so she guessed. Ciel had made her way to the top of the ever so short flight of stairs where the operator's chair and computer overlooked the room.
She noticed that the computer's screen was left on on a burning sequence. The text, "File burn complete, CD ejected." wavered across the programs interface. "Jaune burnt a disc? But what could have been copied onto it?" Ciel thought. The burn list on the right side of the programs window said, "Recorded history of Zero.txt, Zeromissionlogs.dll, History of Zero's status.txt..." And other various files and logs with the Zero's name in them. Why would someone want such information?
Ciel was more then confused. She desperatley hurried on trying to get Jaune to come to. "Jaune! Wake up! C'mon!" She yelled.
With everyone out at the camp, no one was around to hear any of the commotion. A perfect oppurtunity for that mysterious person to strike, but how would they know this? Were they being watched? Or could it be someone somebody here knew? All these thoughts rushed through Ciel's mind like an old locomotive.
If this was a new enemy, who would be around to fight?
"If only Zero was here..." Ciel thought, choking back her continous sobs.

End of Chapter 1 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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