AN: X has always struck me as a bit of a political being. I mean would
you let someone make your children if you knew they were going to be
slaves? Hell No! So he went over to the political arena and fought for
Reploid rights. Then he got rather proactive in X1.
Silent Friend
Their words hurt me Agape, they hurt more because the words are not old ones.
Long ago He brought be to the Hunters, and sponsored me for entrance. "Who ever heard of a reploid with amnesia," they asked. Then half of them said that I asked a favor of Him and was faking my amnesia, or perhaps I was a bastard and my maker hated me so much that he had erased my memories of him.
The other half said that He was only sponsoring the "girly-bot" so he could have me when ever he wanted.
Even when I made it, and everyone had to agree I was skilled, there were whispers, "Of course he's skilled. The Commander wouldn't go for a klutz no matter how pretty they are."
But I showed them up, I cleaned out a Maverick nest by myself, I was a hero, second only to Him. Then they praised me, then I had friends.
I learned how to look heroic, how to project self confidence and all that crap.
But they weren't my friends.
Only He was.
I looked up to him ever since I first heard about him, the first Reploid. I could fight, I could kill, but He fought with words, He made it so we could live. Mavericks said that Reploids were treated like second class citizens, and they were correct at times. But He made sure we could be citizens in the first place.
What was the point of fighting for humans if we were nothing to them? I realize that it's a rather Maverick thought, but I can't help what I think.
And the fact that they can't strap me to a table and pry though my files and destroy me for having that thought is something I, all of us, have Him to thank.
I realized early on there was no point in me fighting if he wasn't fighting for us. I devoted my life to doing what little I could to protect him even though we had never met. I became second only to Him, perhaps even a better, I took assignments that were near where he lived, not trusting others to get all the Mavericks. Mavericks who, according to intelligence, had plans to assassinate Him I enjoyed killing immensely. To be sure I wasn't the only one who did this, it was actually rather common, but I was the most powerful fighter who felt this way.
Then I met Him. He had just joined the Hunters, perhaps He was getting flack for preaching and not being proactive or somesuch. I really don't know.
At first I sent him to clean up Mavericks in as low a risk zone as you could get during a war. I neither wanted to insult him nor put him in danger. I hadn't realized how dangerous it was and cursed myself for it, but I did manage to save him from Vile.
I don't know how He did it, but He became my friend.
My only friend, not those hanger-ons, or fan girls or anything like that, but a friend, and someone I could depend on, more so when He came back from increasingly more difficult missions.
I started to...cling, to him. Not physically mind you, but emotionally. Perhaps it was unhealthy, but I don't think so. So many Reploids go Maverick because they have no one to care for them, off an assembly line, sold like so much meat and with no family at all. Or sometimes because humans treat them like crap. But I had Him, and He reaffirmed my belief in the inherent goodness of the human and Reploid races.
I gave my life to save Him from Vile. I would have done that for what he did for us, as I was prepared to do before I even met him.
For being my friend...
Right now I want to write something poetic and selfless like, "I could give up my life with a smile." But that's bullshit. No one can go to death with a smile unless their lives suck as much as mine does or if they are fucking psychotic like /Him./
But...Without even the thought I could be brought back to life--I could go with satisfaction. I had fought for what I believed in, I had been Great, and I had a friend whom I was protecting.
--Zero
Silent Friend
Their words hurt me Agape, they hurt more because the words are not old ones.
Long ago He brought be to the Hunters, and sponsored me for entrance. "Who ever heard of a reploid with amnesia," they asked. Then half of them said that I asked a favor of Him and was faking my amnesia, or perhaps I was a bastard and my maker hated me so much that he had erased my memories of him.
The other half said that He was only sponsoring the "girly-bot" so he could have me when ever he wanted.
Even when I made it, and everyone had to agree I was skilled, there were whispers, "Of course he's skilled. The Commander wouldn't go for a klutz no matter how pretty they are."
But I showed them up, I cleaned out a Maverick nest by myself, I was a hero, second only to Him. Then they praised me, then I had friends.
I learned how to look heroic, how to project self confidence and all that crap.
But they weren't my friends.
Only He was.
I looked up to him ever since I first heard about him, the first Reploid. I could fight, I could kill, but He fought with words, He made it so we could live. Mavericks said that Reploids were treated like second class citizens, and they were correct at times. But He made sure we could be citizens in the first place.
What was the point of fighting for humans if we were nothing to them? I realize that it's a rather Maverick thought, but I can't help what I think.
And the fact that they can't strap me to a table and pry though my files and destroy me for having that thought is something I, all of us, have Him to thank.
I realized early on there was no point in me fighting if he wasn't fighting for us. I devoted my life to doing what little I could to protect him even though we had never met. I became second only to Him, perhaps even a better, I took assignments that were near where he lived, not trusting others to get all the Mavericks. Mavericks who, according to intelligence, had plans to assassinate Him I enjoyed killing immensely. To be sure I wasn't the only one who did this, it was actually rather common, but I was the most powerful fighter who felt this way.
Then I met Him. He had just joined the Hunters, perhaps He was getting flack for preaching and not being proactive or somesuch. I really don't know.
At first I sent him to clean up Mavericks in as low a risk zone as you could get during a war. I neither wanted to insult him nor put him in danger. I hadn't realized how dangerous it was and cursed myself for it, but I did manage to save him from Vile.
I don't know how He did it, but He became my friend.
My only friend, not those hanger-ons, or fan girls or anything like that, but a friend, and someone I could depend on, more so when He came back from increasingly more difficult missions.
I started to...cling, to him. Not physically mind you, but emotionally. Perhaps it was unhealthy, but I don't think so. So many Reploids go Maverick because they have no one to care for them, off an assembly line, sold like so much meat and with no family at all. Or sometimes because humans treat them like crap. But I had Him, and He reaffirmed my belief in the inherent goodness of the human and Reploid races.
I gave my life to save Him from Vile. I would have done that for what he did for us, as I was prepared to do before I even met him.
For being my friend...
Right now I want to write something poetic and selfless like, "I could give up my life with a smile." But that's bullshit. No one can go to death with a smile unless their lives suck as much as mine does or if they are fucking psychotic like /Him./
But...Without even the thought I could be brought back to life--I could go with satisfaction. I had fought for what I believed in, I had been Great, and I had a friend whom I was protecting.
--Zero