"Mugen Tenshin Mugen Tenshin." It was all Misora heard during the walk here, the 5 minute interrogation that was more like a comedy skit that only one person thought was funny, and now it was weighing on her mind. "I know I heard that before!" The name made her feel so...at home! It was the best way she could describe it, but she felt so comfortable being called that.

She would ask Harp if she heard what that meant, but the alien had been silent for the past 20 minutes. The FM-ian used her frequency switching powers to make her Transer invisible and undetectable, and during that time Misora had cooled down considerably. "Harp-kun, I'm not mad anymore." No response. She groaned as she sat down against the wall of her clean, smooth prison cell, unaware of the snake that was watching her. "Well, I'm boned." It's not like she could transform or anything! Harp was still in the damn Transer, she would have felt her left if she wasn't, so until she decided to stop doing whatever she was doing that was more important than her host's safety, then she was stuck here! 'At least they gave me some neat clothes.' It was a bit skintight, too skintight, and it looked ugly with her numbers 4445 across her chest but- No, it was the skintight thing that made her pretty comfortable for whatever reason. Skimpy was the way to go ever since she hit puberty it seemed. 'Hm, maybe there is some truth to that crap about me being a Mugen Tenshin or whatever.'

Inside the Transer however, Harp was having a massive freakout, having muted the Transer as she replayed the memories that she converted into video files. She had a very good image of what Misora's mother; a kind, sickly purple haired women whose complexion was paler than her daughter's as a result of her sickness. She inspired Misora-chan to train and perfect her voice, taught her how to use her first guitar and how to properly care for her instrument. To this day, Misora's heart always had the most room for her mother, and War-Rock's host and the one who spawned him had a place just as big.

What the FM-ian was seeing was not that kind mother. This women was tall. This women was healthy. This women looked powerful! This woman was shockingly curvaceous for an Asian, just like Misora! She wore a grey ninja outfit with a very dangerous amount of cleavage shown as she stared down at a 8 year old Misora, who had a light tan and black hair. Why on earth would anyone in the stealth business would leave such a blatant target near their vital organs Harp didn't know, but what compounded this issue was the woman's stature; resolute, controlled, and powerful. If Harp didn't know any better, she'd think she gotten some memories of an 'ecchi' games that Misora voiced acted for under a pseudonym. By the King, her host wouldn't shut up about how she hated those.

The way this woman was training Misora filled Harp with a massive wave of nostalgia, hearkening back to her days training to be the King's elite back on Planet FM. But alas, what was nostalgic for her, Misora would consider horrifying, and she supposed that yes, this was horrifying, by human standards at least. Pathetic weaklings. From Misora's point of view, she could see that the young girl was crawling in a deep trench, and she could sense that her host was disgusted, the most discomfort coming from her olfactory sensors. 'Training your body to resist deadly odors.' And these were deadly odors. The chemicals were present in Misora's body...somehow. You could make a pretty effective dirty bomb from this, and Harp did know a couple species back during her army days that she'd like to drop this set of compounds on, but a 10 year old child should not be able to resist and contain such a compound! Then there was the illusion training, something Harp knew about very well. With her powers, she could inflict various tortures onto a person, as long as they experienced said torture in any capacity. Even if a human stubbed their toe, that was enough pain for her to make them think they crushed the bones in their foot.

'KAA-SAN, STOP IT!' And that was exactly what the little version of host went through, on a much larger scale. Harp watched the young girl's body as it was buffeted by illusionary knife after illusionary knife, screaming with each and every impact.

'Quiet girl!' Her 'mother' yelled. 'This is just the beginning!' And so Harp saw it all.

Misora falling off high buildings and breaking her bones each time, only learning how to properly jump from building to building when she was 13.

Learing to hide things bigger than her body parts on her person such as her developing cleavage. And the...horrifying results that ensued.

Misora coping with her first kill, and quickly coming to terms with it upon the second and third.

Each and every experience made Harp feel as though she was getting a full course meal, given her species's nature regarding negative emotions. But while it was quite delicious and satisfying seeing such misery, it was tainted by the fact it was her host going through this torture. She was going to get her fill of this because hey, free food, but if she found out that this creature who dared to bastardize Misora-chan was still alive...well, it was a good thing the girl had always been so shockingly easy to coerce into murder. It certainly made them being forced to work by Dr. Orihime all the more fun.

"Still though..." She needed to figure out where these fake memories came from. The shock from seeing them made forming Lyra Note an impossibility for the time being until she cooled down, and the probe, along with the cloak she put on Misora-chan's Transer, was still active.

[Misora-chan.] She said on a special frequency that only she could hear thanks to their bond. [I'm going to investigate. This prison section has a pretty stable Wave Road, so I should be back in at least a minute.] And before Misora could reply, the alien was gone. 30 seconds later, she came back. [I apologize for that. I think this place is getting to me. Do you-] Misora rubbed her head, Harp sensing her temperature rise slightly. [Again?] This happened a while back, and suddenly she started hating her mother! How could she have not seen this?!

"Wow my head hurts!" The frequency shielding blocking the Transer from being seen was shattered as Harp warped out of the device, staring at her host. "Obaba-oba-sama has got to stop with the poisoning!"

"H-huh?!" She was 10 again. She was 10 again and she looked how she did in those fake memories. "Misora-chan?!"

The now black haired, tanned skinned girl raised her brow as she pulled out large, serrated claws out of nowhere. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" She hurried flew back into the Transer. To her shock, she found that the girl was even more compatible with her! "So are we going to bust out of here?"

"You know it. Let's make the Black Spider Clan proud!"

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[This is DOATEC Medical Team 23, Team Leader Epsilon. We have a code M-44 in progress and we're heading your way.]

"My head..." Mega Man groaned, feeling his temperature spike drastically as War-Rock growled and hissed, the snake behind him looking on in worry. "It hurts..."

"Keep it in kid, your body's under attack! Your human body!" Just what the hell is all this?! Him meeting the kid in some big city? His bitch of a mate part of this weird organization?! It was like someone was trying to replace the kid's life with someone else's! To call him blocking the memories from being installed into Subaru's brain a cakewalk would be a vast understatement, but this meant he couldn't do anything while the kid's body was probably changing to suit the memories! "Don't worry, I got ya!"

"I-it hurts..."

"Yeah, I know." He let out a sigh as he blocked another wave of memories. 'Save that for later, save this for later, save all of it for later!' He could probably find some clues Sadly for Subaru, Recovery Cards couldn't heal mental damage. 'What's this crap about falcons I keep seeing?!'

[DOATEC Trooper A-22 has been restrained. Initializing Security Scan 1-A.]

"Damn it!" He set up a temporary firewall around Subaru's mind. "We gotta move, kid!"

"O-Okkokoooghhhh." Growling, War-Rock took control and used the now open connection to escape to another computer. As the kid threw up and War-Rock recovered from doing something that was nearly impossible for his race, he accessed the computer's mainframe. "Sweet! A surveillance network!" One built into the walls of the room too. With it, he could see just what the kid might have to deal with. "I see, I see." 1200 square feet's worth of fighting area, 50 beds, 120 medical personnel/hostages, and 44 armored soldiers. The beds themselves ranged from typical hospital beds to massive metal deathtraps with clamps, presumably to keep violent patients restrained, to a combination of the two. Either or, they all had a blaster rifle above them, fixed to the ceiling pointed directly at each bed. A massive amount of medical equipment next to the beds were attached to the walls via wiring or piping, and aside from the guy he and the kid just hijacked, there was no one else on the beds.

"I-I think I'm ok War-Rock..."

"Good job kid! Knew you could pull through!"

"Yeah..." Mega Man groaned as he got up off the digital ground. "My body feels weird." War-Rock bent his arm to stare up at him. "I'm fine, don't worry." Did his voice sound different? Whatever. "So what's our game plan? I'm guessing a few weak Battle Cards could put these guys down given how you...ughhhh."

"Oh yeah, real easy. Just put an Ice Stage in me and point me down at the ground. The sudden temperature shift should off everyone in the room in-"

[Jesus Christ, what the hell is that?!]

"Huh, what?!" War-Rock quickly cycled through the different angles until he found where the hissing and screaming was coming from. And upon seeing what was happening, he immediately opened up the Battle Card folder as the alarms in the Real World began blaring. "Kid, we're going in hot."

Mega Man nodded dumbly as he watched the soldier he and War-Rock were just inhabiting kill every other person in the room. The creature that used to be the soldier was over 8 feet tall, no legs and colored purple. It had a snake's head and neck, with large, purple, lemon shaped shoulderpads with what looked to be a white bodysuit on it's human half. It's snake half was twice as long as it's upper half, passing harmlessly through the walls as if they weren't there, and on it's back was a symbol...the one used by humans for the constellation Ophiuca. "S-she can't be back!" She was the worst of the FM-ian invaders next to Gemini, and he and War-Rock made sure she was dead the past three times they faced her!

"Fraid so kid. Seems whatever was left of the snake bitch found a new host, and she has full access to her powers." If there was a Wave Road here, they could seriously use it. The time dilation would make it incredibly easy for them to prepare! "You still got your Anti-Wood deck?" Mega Man nodded. The puppet was entirely reptilian and wasn't the slightest bit...curvaceous as it's master. That meant they still had some time left. "Good. Hope you haven't gotten rusty in your retirement!"

Mega Man never thought that the BWH ratio could be a doomsday counter. Once that...thing gained a humanoid face and a 60cm bust at least, then they were in trouble.

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"RoockKMMan-SaMAA!" Where was he? Where was he?! "RockMAN-SamAAA!"

"Someone, help me!" Shouted the poor doctor in the creature's grip. "This is medical officer Barbrady, issuing a-"

CHOMP

The creature that was formerly A-22 spat out the poor doctor's upper half, ignoring the melting body as it looked for it's target. "ROCKMAN-SAMA! ROCKMAN-SAMA!" He was just here, where did he go?! There wasn't any other machinery here that was compatible with an EM being, and the Wave Road was blocked aside from the access point on her host's private floor! "THIS IS GETTING EVer so tiresome!" Oh finally the thing's voice stabilized! "I want to see you, touch you, my precious little Blue Bomber! Come to me, or I'll devour every pathetic worker in this building!"

[It's been a while Ophiuca!] War-Rock's disgusting voice echoed over the intercom. [How's the new body? You're having an easier time with these weirdos than I did, that's for sure!]

'So he does remember.' And it was safe to assume that the same held true for his host. "I'm assuming my perfect Rockman-sama is sorting through his cute little trading cards right?" She asked, her voice rising in pitch with each word, the creature's mouth contorting into a parody of a grin. "Do you have the cards with my face on it? Do you Rockman-sama?! I'll give you as many hugs as you want!"

There was silence for a few seconds before War-Rock came back on, laughing [I'll give you this! The face he's making is the most damage you've done to us in a long time!] He laughed even harder when he heard her puppet hiss in her stead. [We'll be right there. You won't even see us coming.]

Well he was right; she didn't see him coming. Upon hearing that little factoid, Ophiuca had tuned her puppet's senses so the traitor couldn't get the drop on her And immediately she was hit, right in front of her by Rockman-sama firing dinky pellets from the mouth of the traitor on his arm. "Oh ROCKMAN-SAMA!" Oh she was a naughty little snake, hurting her beautiful, perfect superior! "Punish me more! PUNISH-"

"STUN KNUCKLE!" And then she was sent reeling into Rockman-sama, who upon being hit with her body turned out to be a fake, and into and then through the wall as her body went numb. "FIRE SWORD!" Oh, that could hurt.

WHAM!

Good thing he was in reach of her tail. Turning her puppet's head, she saw her precious Rockman-sama's head stuck in the ceiling, failing to pull himself out. "ROCKMAM-SAMA!"

"Urgghhh!" He didn't like that snake using Luna's adoration for him back when he was 10, and he sure didn't like it now coming out of that monster! 'Oh I'm stupid!' He simply punched the wall around his head, causing it to come off and set him free as he ladned on his feet. "Well that was embarassing." He muttered, staring at the snake. "What are you doing here, Ophiuca? How are you still alive?!"

"I'm just as confused as you are, War-Rock." The puppet answered, Mega Man putting up a shield to block the massive snake tail. "I awoke within my host a while back, and I must say, she thinks the world of you, even moreso than when you were neophytes!"

"...How much has she changed?" War-Rock asked, much to Mega Man's confusion.

"For anything pertaining to the perfect and effervescent Rockman-sama and the rockstar slut, not much. For everyone else..." She stopped talking, for a full minute, enough to let Mega Man come close to her puppet.

"War-Rock, why does she keep calling me Rockman?" Mega Man asked as he poked the puppet with his right hand. "Luna calls me MegaMan, so why does Ophiuca keep using the wrong name?"

"Beats me kid, I learned about that guy when we went looking for Plesio Surf. Isn't that guy dead?"

"Yeah." One of the greatest heroes of the 20XX era, whose exploits were so ridiculously amazing that people still doubt their claims, a common problem when researching that long forgotten time. "What do you think's happening to Ophiuca on the other end?"

"Something probably has her attention, or she's probably getting used to this little trick again" He gnawed on the scales of the former human. 'Can't detect any Command Waves from this thing.' Which meant the Snake Witch was currently preoccupied but with what, War-Rock didn't know. 'Oh well.' He detached his fangs from the reptile, ignoring the kid's shudder of disgust as the creature's blood dripped from his maw. "Alright kid." War-Rock gulped down the fluid before speaking again. "Get those three Cannon cards ready and blast away!"

"Oo-o-UGGHHHH, I can taste it!" It took him a second or two reorient himself and block the taste, but he backed up and loaded the Cannon cards into War-Rock, turning the alien's head into a giant purple firearm with a medium sized gun barrel at the end. "CANNON1!" He fired into the creature's chest, shooting a hole through it and the wall, melting both much to Mega Man's War-Rock's shock."I thought the Cannon Cards were concussive!"

"They are!" War-Rock exclaimed in shock. "And they shouldn't have been able to even pierce the armor of the soldiers here! What's going on?!" He narrowed his eyes. "Well, finish the job kid. So our Cards are stronger now, probably because of this place; so what?!"

"Yeah, you're right."He activated the second Cannon1 card and aimed it at the reptile. Sure he might hit someone, but as he learned the hard way many times in the past by his foes, accidents happen.

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Just an hour ago, this was a large break room filled with dozens of soldiers. Cafeteria workers and chefs served these armed men by the hundreds, and the room was filled with a buffet that not only tantalized your taste bud, but also your nose.

And then a homeless Asian girl with the deepest tan anyone had ever seen an Asian had, along with the biggest chest an Asian ever had outside the Ninjas, just strolled right in and within twelve minutes, almost everyone except for the chefs and the workers were slaughtered. Of the 90 soldiers in the room, only 12 soldiers remained, and the 120 workers and 90 chefs were serving the girl, shivering in fear as she laid on a table on her back, forcing them to feed her food by hand. "This is some excellent stuff, Harp! All I have to do is do a bit of exercise and Obaba-baa-chan and the others won't even figure out I've been slacking off!"

….. "You've been acting weird today, what's with you?"

….. "What?! Are you sure?!" Everyone in the room stared at the insane girl talking to herself, some pissing herself in fear as they wondered if she'd turn her wrath onto them. "Oh you gotta be kidding me..." She got up and turned to her captives, some of the best chefs in the world and soldiers who could tear through a small town within minutes, all of which who were cowering in fear. Some of them had their armor on, while others were barely clinging to the scraps of their as if it would defend them from the dangerous, well endowed teenager. "Sorry boys, I got a date with a blue dork. Ciao." She grinned when the soldiers sighed in relief, some of them crying to god.

"Buuut, I kinda hate you DOATEC guys." Everyone in the room stiffened in fear. "Don't worry don't worry! Harp-kun will only kill you heavily armed beefcakes! Food like this only comes once in a blue moon! Make them kill each other, ok Harp?" A melodious tune began to play throughout the room as 'Misora' swiped the air with her left hand, a three clawed gauntlet appearing on her arm at the end of it's arc. "I got a blueberry to murder."

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Mega Man watched the atomized remains of the snake from safety of the surveillance network, much to his confusion. He looked down to his left arm at War-Rock's narrowed, pupiless eyes, his green mane of energy spiking violently and covering his left maw. 'Just what's going on?' The last time he got like this was when he and Misora were getting too cozy and toured different cities without doing research to see if they were safe. That meant either Ophiuca had more power and that Luna-chan was in even more danger, or something even more dangerous than Ophiuca was out there. Neither option was something he wanted to think about.

"SHE'S HERE!" War-Rock shouted, knocking Mega Man out of his trance. "Stay. Here." And just to be sure the kid did, War-Rock froze his body. "Watch."

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"So the blue twerp is in here, huh?" 'Misora' muttered as she walked in. "Hero did a good number on this place, I'm impressed!" ….. "Of course he didn't do it, I'm not an idiot!" …. "Look, it's a perfectly normal thing for a teenager to fantasize about a hot guy in a skintight suit! Sure, he might be a little wee lad down there in human form, but that's nothing a bit of training can't fix. Ohohohoho the training I can give him..."... "WHAT?!" The girl calling herself Misora looked to the the melted reptilian flesh. "I thought you said the blueberry's partner and you were the only ones on this planet" ….. "Oh, ok! So giant snake bitch! Goodie!"

As she talked with Harp, Mega Man and War-Rock stared, War-Rock still furious. "Just what is going on here War-Rock? I know you know something about this!" Who was this girl? She looked like some evil twin of Misora! Dark skin, darker personality, the only thing she was missing was white hair to complete it, but she sounded and looked just like her! "WAR-ROCK!"

"SHUT IT!" The fear in his voice made Mega Man's body shake. The Misora lookalike could apparently feel it too, as she asked 'what the hell was that?!' to Harp, who looked just as confused as she and Mega Man were. "Listen kid and listen good. Things are FUBAR -no, worse than FUBAR'd. Harp just sent me a good 40 Gigabytes worth of E-Mails, but that's not important right now. There's something here kid. Something alien, like a literal fucking alien. And not one from the Electromagnetic Spectrum." He let out a shudder. "Thanks to Harp I can feel her; she's unnatural, inhuman!" And with Luna right now, but there was no way he was going to let the kid know that, especially with Ms Kill Happy on the screen!

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"Urghhh..urghhh.."

Dragging Luna's body as far as she could, Ophiuca let out a gasp from the blonde's mouth as she fell to the floor, wheezing and in pain. "Help me..." Was all that she could get out as weak as she could, her attacker's mocking, childish laugh echoing throughout the halls. This naked blue...monster killed all the guards, beat her within an inch of her life while she was Ophiucus Queen, toyed with her, used her as a club to beat the guards into a literal pulp! It was only thanks to her getting distracted by the toys that she was able to escape. "So...much...blood..." As she lost consciousness, she saw her, the thing in human guise. Blue and transparent with a lower body as featureless as a mannequin, her orange hair flowing in nonexistent wind, her soft features belying the cruel, smile that adorned her face. Everything from her overly relaxed, casual posture and the brightness in her eyes as she stared smugly down at her; for Ophiuca, it was the most disgusting way to be defeated, by a child in an adult's body!

"Aww, you broke!" But that was ok! She beat up the evil demon inhabiting her little Imōto. Now all she had to do was fix her up and Tou-sama would be none the wiser! And so Kasumi α did just that, picking her up and going to the nearest medical center she could find. She had no idea why she was here or how she even got here, but it didn't matter. She had new memories, a family even! Things were going to be all right!

If only she noticed the purple aura that escaped from her little sister as she picked her up. The thief wasn't done yet, not by a long shot!

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"What was this place?" Clad in his blue Ninja garb, Ryu Hayabusa effortlessly sliced through the heavily armored men that didn't answer his questions. He would have either knocked them out or snuck past them, but after what he saw before the road back to the Hayabusa Village changed, these 'people' would not be getting any mercy from him.

"G-get away from me!" One of the armored men yelled in fear as he dropped his massive gun and ran. "Security! Security!" Why weren't the comms working?! "Secur-" The Ninja was suddenly in front of him, peering down with a empty gaze. "Oh god, please don't kill me!"

"Answer my question, where am I?"

"U-u-u-u-hhhh...DOATEC! You're in DOATEC!"

"..." Ryu stared, narrowing his eyes at the man. He was obviously telling the truth, or possibly what he thought was the truth, but DOATEC didn't have anything to do with genetic engineering! "Your organization cloned the sister of my best friend-" With a swipe of his kunai he sliced open the visor of his helmet. "A girl not even on the throes of puberty, aged her to full maturity, and have the clones in a vat as if you were breeding some type of army. You are going to tell me everything, and I will let you live with no strings attached."

"O-ok!" As he blabbed, he didn't realize a couple of things:

Why did one of DOATEC's #1 enemies look like he barely got out of his teens?

Why was he wearing the blue ninja outfit when the records showed he got rid of that during the fall of the Vigoor Empire?

Why did he think the orange haired titty Ninja was even younger?!

But these thoughts didn't occur, nor did his sudden death via the chip in his brain for being a snitch. He was too busy trying to save his life, and after he finished blabbing, He realized that his life was indeed spared, for the Ninja was gone. He waited 5 seconds, four, three, and then two before sighing in relief. "I'm saved..."

If he was thinking clearly, he would have noticed the hissing behind him. An orange haired woman, skin bright purple where fair white should have been, with a serpentine tongue and an armored chest plate with the Ouroborus symbol welded onto the middle. "Oh this is much better!" Ophiucus Queen growled seductively, swishing her large, serpent tail about as she slithered down the hall and crushed to death many still alive soldiers in the process, including the one the Ninja was interrogating. 'To think that there was a bevy of those psychopaths just waiting to be taken over!' And with such weak mental defenses too! That lucky swipe she got in as her previous transformation began to fail yielded such wonderful information, just that the source of the clone's DNA was some prostitute fighter with a Ninja theme! It was like these things were nearly empty minded! Even the altered memories of her host didn't reveal such a 'gold mine' as the humans put it! But as she oohed and aahed at her new body, she remembered the speed and power that the Ninja showed. After the thrashing that clone gave her, there was no way she was going to risk another fight, even if the male was weaker! "You can have this hell War-Rock and Harp!" And with that, she peaced right the hell out of here, swithching her frequency to fall through the floor. 'I have a new world to explore!'

And she had to find her Hayate nii-sama! Surely he'd listen to what she'd have to say!