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Chapter 1

"He's regaining consciousness," an unfamiliar voice stated.

"What is he? A Megaman? This doesn't look like any biometal I've ever seen before," another voice, a male one, replied.

"I don't think so. Though he does give off the same signal as one, his armor is fused to his frame. He doesn't seem to have a human or civilian reploid form," responded the first.

Blinking, R1 groaned, once again finding himself in a strange lab, laying upon yet another work table. Before him were two men: one old and short, the other tall and young.

"Hey," The man said smiling friendlily, "Good morning."

Jumping back R1 looked round for a weapon. Where had his swords gone?

"Easy there, young fella," the old one said in a comforting tone. "We're not gonna hurt you."

"Unless you try to hurt us," added the other.

R1 narrowed his eyes incredulously, "Well, considering I'm unarmed, that's unlikely." He squinted. The younger man couldn't be any older than 21. Decked out in a short blue jacket, with long brown hair, he embodied youth.

Blue-Jacket laughed. "I guess you're right." His eyes widened, "Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. My name's Vent. This here is Fleuve, he's a mechanic. And you're on our airship base."

"Greeting," said Feuve, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." He then promptly exited the room, leaving the two alone.

"Airship base?" R1 said slowly, testing the words on his tongue. Abruptly, he was hit by a memory. A blue clad figure taking down the mechanaloid that was to be his end. "Are you with the guy who… saved me?" he asked questioningly.

Vent smiled widely, "Yep. You know… You really shouldn't act so rash when attacking. The chest thing was such an obvious design flaw. Don't you think whoever created that thing would have compensated somehow?"

R1 blinked. "Wait, how did you- But that's- Were you the blue guy," he stuttered unintelligibly.

He smiled again. "Cor-rect!" He replied, stretching out the word. "Now how about you tell us your name?"

"I don't have one," R1 said without hesitation. "I had only been awake for about 2 hours before that mechanaloid attacked me."

"Don't have one?" repeated Vent, furrowing his eyebrows. His smile faded, then returned brighter than ever. "Well, you were rash, so that's who you'll be. Rash," he clapped him on the back and said.

"Rash…" repeated the reploid, quietly.

~ZXME~

"So, like I said, this is the airbase, and you are our guest," Vent rambled. He had just began giving Rash a tour of the compound, introducing him to others living on the ship. "And on your left, you'll see the transport room. Up ahead are the living quarters, and downstairs are..."

Rash turned vent out as he came upon a window. Staring back at him, reflected in the glass was an armored figure, with a short red jacket, boots and helmet to match. The helmet had a large crimson crystal upon its top that glinted in the sunlight, along with four, short, blade-like protrusions toward the rear: two pointing up, two toward the sides. Turning, he saw two medium sized boosters attached to his back, giving him a winged appearance, along with two red scarf ends trailing behind him. Was that what he really looked like?

"That's some view, huh?" asked Vent, mistaking Rash's glance at the window as a look at the bright blue sky and wispy clouds outside.

"Sure is," replied Rash, still a bit shocked at his first glance at himself.

~ZXME~

"I want to test your power," announced a pink clad girl, Prairie, to Rash. Despite her youthful appearance, she was actually the commander of the entire ship, heading the organization known as the Guardians.

"I agree," said Vent, "Plus it'll be good training practice for a baby like you."

Rash shifted uncomfortable where he stood. The two had been talking about him for the past ten minutes, while he stood waiting to be addressed. They discussed something called biometals, some guy named Albert, as well as Megamen, whatever those were. Rash didn't really understand any of what was said.

"Uhmm… okay? How?" he questioned.

Vent smirked, "With a battle of course!"

Five minutes later, Rash found himself and vent standing in a large, empty white room.

"This is the holochamber, a new room we've added to this ship as a training center for Vent and other guardians," Prairie's voice came in over the loudspeakers. "You'll be fighting in a holographic environment generated by the ships computer against Vent. Today's terrain is a standard empty battlefield, nothing too interesting. Fight your hardest! Vent won't be holding back."

Rash looked at his blue companions questioningly, "Shouldn't you get your armor on or something? I don't want to hurt you."

Vent just smiled again kindly. "And here is where you begin to learn," Vent said kindly. His expression then became serious. "This is a biometal, specifically biometal Model X," he said as a blue rock suddenly appeared next to him.

"Greetings," it said.

Rash's jaw dropped. "That thing can talk!"

A metallic tinkling filled the air, which rash then realized was the biometal laughing. "I can indeed."

"Yes, well," interrupted Vent, "This is a biometal, and I am what is called a Chosen One. I know, horrible name, but it basically means I have a special relationship to this biometal." Model X floated towards Vent, who outstretched his hands. "And when we get together, we can do this neat little thing, called MEGAMERGE!"

A bright light suddenly exploded from Model X, engulfing the room and blinding Rash. When it cleared, he gasped. Before him stood the armor clad figure from the East Gate!

"I am Megaman Model X," Vent said. "Look familiar?"

Rash just nodded.

"Good. Now let's begin."

Vent suddenly dashed at Rash, and the world around them began to change. They were now in what appeared to be a desert plain, wall-less and abandoned. So distracted by the change, Rash barely dodged the plasma shots Vent fired at him.

"That's the holograms coming to life," Prairie's voice came from nowhere, "Don't let it distract you!"

"Right," Rash grunted, activating his sabers. Vent's arm suddenly began to glow a soft blue, that changed gold after a while.

"Well? Come at me!" the blue Megaman shouted, unleashing a powerful charged shot at Rash."

Rash gasped, as he jumped up, over the blast, eyes widening. Huh, that was higher than I thought.

"Don't space out!" came another shout, as another charged blast, a bit larger and more powerful than the first, rocketed towards him.

Damn! If only I could get higher!

BOOSTER SYSTEMS ONLINE

Rash blinked surprised, as suddenly his booster rockets roared to life behind him, sooting him up and over the second blast.

"Hmm… I guess those things aren't just for show…" muttered Vent. "He's got something like Model H's air dash, though lacks the hover capability," he observed as Rash quickly descended, landing with a metal clank.

Rash grimaced, then rushed at Vent. With a loud battle cry, he jumped slightly and activated his boosters, slashing at him with both his swords. Vent just jumped back, with a questioning look.

He fights like model H, too.

So absorbed in thought, he barely got out of the way in time to avoid the charged ZX blast Rash unleashed immediately after his dash.

Or maybe not.

Getting his head back into the game, Vent shot a few more plasma bullets at Rash, which he quickly dodged. They continued to fight, slashing and blasting, jumping and dashing, for another half hour before Prairie called time.

"Sorry to cut this short, guys, but we've just received a distress call from Area C. The town is under attack!

~ZXME~

A/N: So? What did you think? A bit slow on the start up, and maybe a tad choppy, but it's still just the beginning. I don't think I'm gonna have Pseudoroids in this fic, just Megamen, and Megamen Prototypes. What do I mean by prototypes? Stay tuned to find out!

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