And here is Omicron chapter 2. And this fic got featured in a community! YAY! The community is Of Biometals and the Game of Destiny. Thanks to whoever featured it. Anyways, on to chapter 2!
Short, spikey platinum blonde hair ducked as a blue Maverick fired its buster where the head was supposed to be. A pink, katana-shaped blade then cut through the offending robot. Another of the robots shot his back: sending him to one knee. He retracted the blade, and the hilt turned into a large pistol. He fired two shots at the robot, decapitating it with just the force of the impact. Omicron stood up, and kicked another approaching robot, sending it flying to another robot. He fired three shots at it, taking both robots out. He dodged left, another shot flying passed him. He turned the gun back into a sword, and slashed it in half. Seeing no others, he turned it back into a gun, put it back in thee holster, and continued walking.
'How are the Pantheons still active?' He questioned in his head. 'They should have been deactivated after Ragnarok crashed.' Omicron then heard a roar, and he jumped into a pile of rubble. A second later, a red blur zoomed past, followed by a squad of raiders. Omicron, when the raiders ran by, immediately recognized the symbol. It was a red dragon surrounded by blue flame. 'Draconis?! He shouldn't be here yet?!' Omicron mentally screamed. Clutching the brown bag on his back tighter, he exited his cover. When he did, a buster shot flew past his face. He turned to his right, and saw one of Draconis' men holding a buster pistol at him. Omicron pulled his fist back, and gave the guy a punch that sent him flying through a wall. Five more raiders ran up to him, guns raised, and Omicron ran away: shots hitting the wall where he had been standing. Omicron then ducked behind a wall, and the spot he was standing before was engulfed in flames. He looked from behind the wall, and saw a bipedal, dragon-like robot walking over to the charred spot. The teen pulled out his gun, charged up a shot, and fired it at the dragon's chest. The shot connected, catching it off guard and sending it to the ground. The blonde took this chance to run away, as he did not feel like fighting a Pseudoriod today. He ducked into a room that look like a bomb was set off in it. Omicron looked around, and recognized the mark from sabers and buster shots hitting objects. To any normal person in the world, it looked like just another fight between two Megaman: people with the ability to control Biometal. But Omicron knew better. Hell, his parents had BEEN there when the battle happened. This room where Zero, the Legendary Reploid, was sealed away. It was also the place where Zero had fought Omega, the God of Destruction. And even after 200 years, some of the White Knight armor was still usable. Omicron searched through the discarded armor, the only parts left being the parts that the Resistance couldn't use, looking for any parts he could use for the armor he was building, when he came across a sword hilt. He picked it up, and pushed a button on it. When he did, a pink, arrow-shaped blade blazed to life. Omicron deactivated it, and stowed it away in a pocket for inspection later.
"FOUND YOU, THIEF!" The grainy voice yelling was a sign for Omicron to run like hell. He jumped to the left, and the ground he had just been standing on became charred by fire. He drew his gun, but a swift tail-swipe from Draconis knocked it out of Omicron's hand. He said a few words that would scar children before jumping out of the way of more fire.
"Stupid FLAME SPAMMER!" Omicron was about to yell more insults at the Pseudoroid, but a tail strike sent him into a wall. He hit the wall, and blood came out of his mouth. The Biometal also fell out of the bag, and Omicron grabbed it so Draconis couldn't steal it. When he did, the gem on his head started to flash, and his crimson eyes glowed. The Biometal's eyes then flashed, and Omicron was engulfed in a red light. When it dissipated, Omicron was different. His spiky hair stayed the same color, but was now not spiky, and was down to his lower back. On his head was a black helmet with crimson fins, and the gem on his head was blue and flashing. The rest of his body looked like corrupt data. His irises flashed from blood red to the normal crimson that they were. And the armor on his body kept phasing in and out.
"What the hell…?" Draconis just watched this all happening, as he didn't know whether he should check and see if the kid was alright or if he should just start running like hell. Meanwhile, Omicron was clutching his head in pain.
"Must… control… it…" He muttered through gritted teeth. As he said this, a white aura in the shape of his body started to surround him. His armor was now almost all normal now, instead of the phasing in and out that it was doing earlier, and his eyes and core gem weren't flashing anymore. "Must…" The white aura soon turned crimson, and surrounded him in the outline of a sphere. "… CONTROL IT!" A crimson sphere of light surrounded Omicron. All that could be seen of him was a black outline of his body as he yelled out the phrase that would terrify Draconis: "MEGAMERGE!"
Annnnnnnnd that's where I leave it for this chapter. What did you think of that Biometal O? Now, this will be explained in detail later, but I'm going to explain why Omicron couldn't control Model O. Basically, the Model O is an incomplete Biometal, and thus it corrupts its Megaman. Hence why it is called the False Megaman in this fanfic. This also means that a person does NOT have to be a Biomatch for Model O to use it... or for it to use them. Eventually, Model O's host dies from the strain of being corrupted by it. Omicron, however, was able to control it. Hence why he yelled out Megamerge. Why can he control it? Well, you'll have to wait a couple chapters to find out. By the way, the idea of Model O corrupting its wielder came from DarkShiftRising's fic: Omega, Rise of the Red Rebellion. Go check it out, 'cause I will be referencing it in this story and it is a good fic. Well, until next time, BYE!