Chapter 3-
A Lost Warrior's Tale
To some in this advanced technological marvel of a world, life was good. For others, the
balance has been sharply thrown out of sync. For these people, there are still a few places
where technology is largely non-exstistant. There was one person, in particular, who had no
plans to enter a technology-based city; rather, he was happy where he was. Life was peaceful,
and free. It was one of the few places left on Earth that was still free from Delta's ever-
tightening grip of control. In fact, few in the country even knew that the rest of the world
was put in such a position.
O, or so he called himself, was on a moutain ledge, looking off into the beautiful blue
ocean, watching the oranges and reds collecting on the horizon as the sun set. The water
sparkeled as if diamonds were being dumped into the ocean by the clouds. He loved watching
the ocean at sunset. It always calmed him if ever he was troubled. In his mind were a lot of
unanswered questions. Questions that constantly nagged him, however, he was fully content to
stay where he was and simply wait for fate to lead him to his answers.
He called himself "O" because of a tatoo on his left arm, although it felt more like an
inscription. O could remember nothing from before a few years ago. He had just recently
awakened from what seemed like a coma. Wandering through the streets of a small town that he
stumbled into, his mind was very disoriented. He was confused, and in a place he didn't
recognize, but he wasn't scared. In fact, after a few minutes, O realized that he knew quite
a lot of the necessary facts for survival. He also knew how to talk, and was quite
coordinated. All in all, he seemed to be a normal person, to the casual eye.
Later, he realized that appetite was little bother to him, and he didn't need food or water
very much. He could survive for weeks without a single drop of either, which seemed odd to
the people who had taken him in. Rather quickly, he became used to the town, and started
learning the local customs and areas. He was comfortable in his surroundings, except for his
questions that constantly bothered him.
In an effort to ease his mind, his new friends signed him up for martial arts lessons. This
would prove to be a very wise decision. O could essentially defend himself in a fight, but
the fighting lessons made him realise that he knew very little about the art. He learned all
of the fundamentals and techniques, and was extremely adept in sparring. Very soon, he was
rivaling the Dojo master in strength, speed, and technique. Afraid that O would become cocky,
the instructor began teaching him the subtle philosophies behind the fighting. O learned
valuable lessons from the instructor, and became very humble. That didn't stop him from
developing his fighting skills in to potentially deadly attacks, however.
For 3 or so years, that was all that O did. And he was happy. Unfortunately, this would not
last for very long.
"Hey O, did ya hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Some mean guy with the name Delta has been controlling the rest of the world. I can't believe
that it happened so fast. We never even noticed."
"What?! How did it happen?"
"I dunno. Why don't you ask the Dojo master. I think he's one of the few people that has
known about it."
"...Yeah...I'll do that. I've gotta go."
A few minutes later, O arrived at the Dojo, and promptly entered the master's quarters,
bowing respectfully. The master was sitting lotus-style and was meditating. O quietly sat and
meditated. Moments later, the master looked up at O, and when he locked eyes, he knew exactly
what O came for.
"You wish to know of the turmoil that plagues the rest of the world, yes?"
O looked up from his meditation at the master. He nodded silently. The master's mood darkened
and he looked down. O stared at the master curiously.
"Delta has taken over the major governments of the world. Armed with an army of Mavericks, it
was quite easy to overun the Hunters."
O looked at the master in a confused manner.
"I forgot, you don't know of such things yet. Well, I shall explain everything to you."
And with that, the master told O of the things that would become the background of his search
for answers. He told of the Reploids, the origin of the Mavericks and the Hunters, and
everything inbetween. O easily understood the information, as he had always excelled in
learning. When the Master finished speaking, O stood up and bowed, saying, "I must learn more,
master. I need to leave this town in search of answers. I have to find out what happened to me
that made me forget who I am. Farewell, Dojo master."
O left the Dojo, packed a bag with some essentials, and left to find the answers he needed. He
was now entering Delta's territory. He would soon learn, the hard way, that not all people are
inherintly good.
A Lost Warrior's Tale
To some in this advanced technological marvel of a world, life was good. For others, the
balance has been sharply thrown out of sync. For these people, there are still a few places
where technology is largely non-exstistant. There was one person, in particular, who had no
plans to enter a technology-based city; rather, he was happy where he was. Life was peaceful,
and free. It was one of the few places left on Earth that was still free from Delta's ever-
tightening grip of control. In fact, few in the country even knew that the rest of the world
was put in such a position.
O, or so he called himself, was on a moutain ledge, looking off into the beautiful blue
ocean, watching the oranges and reds collecting on the horizon as the sun set. The water
sparkeled as if diamonds were being dumped into the ocean by the clouds. He loved watching
the ocean at sunset. It always calmed him if ever he was troubled. In his mind were a lot of
unanswered questions. Questions that constantly nagged him, however, he was fully content to
stay where he was and simply wait for fate to lead him to his answers.
He called himself "O" because of a tatoo on his left arm, although it felt more like an
inscription. O could remember nothing from before a few years ago. He had just recently
awakened from what seemed like a coma. Wandering through the streets of a small town that he
stumbled into, his mind was very disoriented. He was confused, and in a place he didn't
recognize, but he wasn't scared. In fact, after a few minutes, O realized that he knew quite
a lot of the necessary facts for survival. He also knew how to talk, and was quite
coordinated. All in all, he seemed to be a normal person, to the casual eye.
Later, he realized that appetite was little bother to him, and he didn't need food or water
very much. He could survive for weeks without a single drop of either, which seemed odd to
the people who had taken him in. Rather quickly, he became used to the town, and started
learning the local customs and areas. He was comfortable in his surroundings, except for his
questions that constantly bothered him.
In an effort to ease his mind, his new friends signed him up for martial arts lessons. This
would prove to be a very wise decision. O could essentially defend himself in a fight, but
the fighting lessons made him realise that he knew very little about the art. He learned all
of the fundamentals and techniques, and was extremely adept in sparring. Very soon, he was
rivaling the Dojo master in strength, speed, and technique. Afraid that O would become cocky,
the instructor began teaching him the subtle philosophies behind the fighting. O learned
valuable lessons from the instructor, and became very humble. That didn't stop him from
developing his fighting skills in to potentially deadly attacks, however.
For 3 or so years, that was all that O did. And he was happy. Unfortunately, this would not
last for very long.
"Hey O, did ya hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Some mean guy with the name Delta has been controlling the rest of the world. I can't believe
that it happened so fast. We never even noticed."
"What?! How did it happen?"
"I dunno. Why don't you ask the Dojo master. I think he's one of the few people that has
known about it."
"...Yeah...I'll do that. I've gotta go."
A few minutes later, O arrived at the Dojo, and promptly entered the master's quarters,
bowing respectfully. The master was sitting lotus-style and was meditating. O quietly sat and
meditated. Moments later, the master looked up at O, and when he locked eyes, he knew exactly
what O came for.
"You wish to know of the turmoil that plagues the rest of the world, yes?"
O looked up from his meditation at the master. He nodded silently. The master's mood darkened
and he looked down. O stared at the master curiously.
"Delta has taken over the major governments of the world. Armed with an army of Mavericks, it
was quite easy to overun the Hunters."
O looked at the master in a confused manner.
"I forgot, you don't know of such things yet. Well, I shall explain everything to you."
And with that, the master told O of the things that would become the background of his search
for answers. He told of the Reploids, the origin of the Mavericks and the Hunters, and
everything inbetween. O easily understood the information, as he had always excelled in
learning. When the Master finished speaking, O stood up and bowed, saying, "I must learn more,
master. I need to leave this town in search of answers. I have to find out what happened to me
that made me forget who I am. Farewell, Dojo master."
O left the Dojo, packed a bag with some essentials, and left to find the answers he needed. He
was now entering Delta's territory. He would soon learn, the hard way, that not all people are
inherintly good.