After this incident had occurred, time flew by very rapidly.
The one named Zero had already begun to make a huge difference in
the war against the Mavericks and the Humans. He was like
a savior to them all. People began to think of him as a guardian angel.
6 months had passed by, and this is where our story begins.
He had gotten to know mostly everyone in the base. Except the person he had gotten to know the most was Ceil. He had saved her life, and the lives of many. To Zero, she always seemed to be in a kind and gentle mood, but at most times she was serious, and mostly a wreck because of captured soldiers and low energy reserves. He always enjoyed seeing her smile after completing missions, and he always felt like he wanted to say something.
But he hardly ever spoke, or talked to anyone for that matter. He just didn't know what to say, he would always keep to himself, and only talk when it was of up-most importance.
He was training in the junkyard that day, mostly because slashing robots and mavericks was like a hobby to him, and they always seemed to come back for more. Suddenly an angel figured appeared in front of him, slowly chanting his name. "Zero." The figured called to him. "Zero." She called him once more. "Zero." She was so beautiful, with her long, seemingly glowing hair. She continued to call to him; it was as if she was sent down from heaven. "Zero." She called to him once more. And oh how she had the most elegant voice that he had ever heard. It then seemed to get quiet for about a minute, suddenly at that moment she startled him by yelling, "Come on and wake up Zero, you can't sleep all day!"
Zero then creaked open his eyes and looked up, and there she was, the same angel.
Her eyes sparkled in the light, and her hair was familiar, because it also seemed to glow. It was Ceil. "Come on down to the mess hall and get some breakfast, Zero!" She said to him before zipping quickly out of his room like a giddy schoolgirl. He then sat up and rubbed his head, then letting out a soft groan before getting out of bed and doing a few stretches. Even though he was a Reploid, he and other robots still needed to exercise because if they didn't keep a healthy diet and if they weren't in good shape, then they would begin to slow down and malfunction. It was just one of those "human features" that everyone received when built. After doing a few stretches, he walked over to his mirror and glanced at his messed up hair, and the fact that he wasn't wearing his helmet. He never slept with his helmet on, it gave him headaches and neck cramps because he could never proportion his head right while sleeping. So he just took it off and slept without it. But one thing he always kept beside him while sleeping was his trusty Z sword. His sword was always with him, except when showering. And when he didn't have his sword, he always had his fists. Unlike other reploids, Zeros fists were made up of a harder metal, because he was more of a fighting reploid. At that moment he began to stare at himself in the mirror.
He knew that he didn't know much of his past, he didn't even know who his creator was. All he could remember was that 100 years ago, he and his best friend X fought against the Mavericks. At least, that's what was told to him when he was reawakened. Not only that, no one had heard from X in a very long time, so his disappearance was still a mystery.
Zero then shook his head, quickly combed his long blonde hair, put on his red helmet and looked around for his Z Sword. He spun in circles trying to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. He thought to himself "Perhaps someone took it while I was asleep."He then put his hand to his side, and then suddenly felt a long rod shape. His sword was still attached to his side, like always.
Quickly he burst out of the room, it was around 10:30 in the morning and the mavericks hadn't attacked all month. He ran past one of the guard's along the way, not even saying hello. "Good morning Zero! Have a nice-." Zero was already gone. ".Sleep?" Said guard as he just stood there, dumbfounded. Zero then came up to the elevator, which lead upwards to the mess hall. He didn't need that, not when his hunger controlled him. He simply jumped upwards and climbed up the wall, to others it was always amazing to see him do that, but to him it was more like an exercise workout. He always liked to keep in top shape.
Zero then walked down the hallway to the mess hall. Except he didn't like to call it that, to him it sounded too dirty and reckless. Even though this was a reploid base that was falling to pieces, so it didn't really matter. Reploids from all sections had already gathered here, it was crowded and noisy. He really wished that Ceil could have woken him up earlier so he didn't have to put up with all these rude and obnoxious robots. Some were decent and kind, but most of them should have been rebuilt, or at least turned into good kitchen appliances. But that was just his idea. Zero ignored the people around him and sat an empty table; there he began to wait for the breakfast line to go down. He didn't really talk to anyone in particular, and always seemed to distance himself from others. If there were anyone he really wanted to talk to, it would be Ceil. He believed that she was the only one in the entire base with a good sense of simple logic and ingenuity. He strummed his fingers on the metallic table and then heard music coming from somewhere. Zero then raised his head and looked around, the music was as if it was calling to him, suddenly he heard someone singing. He knew it wasn't a woman singing, this was more of a male toned voice. Zero got up and looked around, wondering where this music was coming from. He followed the voice and silently began to sing along with it.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the
steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,
you martyr, and shine!
Zero looked around every corner, still trying to follow the voice.
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the
steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions; come on you painter, you piper,
you prisoner, and shine! - Pink Floyd, Shine on You Crazy Diamond.
The music stopped and a familiar voice called to Zero. "Zero, over here!"
He turned around and found Ceil and a gathering of other people watching a robot play on his guitar. This was where the music was coming from. "Zero, this is my friend Clyde, he's really good at playing the guitar." Ceil explained. "So I've noticed." Zero commented. Over near Ceil the robot stood up and put down his guitar. He was about as tall as Zero, and he had spiky black hair with a dark blue suit. His eyes were ruby red, to Zero he looked like a chump. "Ah, so you're the famous Maverick hunter!" He said. "Its wonderful to meet such a legend like you, do you think that you could teach me some of your moves?" Zero then wanted to say something really mean to him, but not in front of Ceil. So he simply said, "We'll see." Ceil giggled at Zero's comment and said to Clyde. "Are you sure that your able to do such things? Besides, I don't think Zero likes competition." She said, and then let out another laugh. Zero smiled because he loved it when she laughed. "Aw, I'm sure Mr. Zero here can teach me a few tricks or two, and then maybe I can teach him how to play the guitar, like me." Clyde said as he showed a very bright smile with a dashing look on his face. Women reploids that were surrounding him let out "Oohs and Ahhhs". Zero's thought was correct, this guy was a chump. This was also the first time someone ever called him "Mr. Zero."
He didn't like it; he didn't like it at all.
The one named Zero had already begun to make a huge difference in
the war against the Mavericks and the Humans. He was like
a savior to them all. People began to think of him as a guardian angel.
6 months had passed by, and this is where our story begins.
He had gotten to know mostly everyone in the base. Except the person he had gotten to know the most was Ceil. He had saved her life, and the lives of many. To Zero, she always seemed to be in a kind and gentle mood, but at most times she was serious, and mostly a wreck because of captured soldiers and low energy reserves. He always enjoyed seeing her smile after completing missions, and he always felt like he wanted to say something.
But he hardly ever spoke, or talked to anyone for that matter. He just didn't know what to say, he would always keep to himself, and only talk when it was of up-most importance.
He was training in the junkyard that day, mostly because slashing robots and mavericks was like a hobby to him, and they always seemed to come back for more. Suddenly an angel figured appeared in front of him, slowly chanting his name. "Zero." The figured called to him. "Zero." She called him once more. "Zero." She was so beautiful, with her long, seemingly glowing hair. She continued to call to him; it was as if she was sent down from heaven. "Zero." She called to him once more. And oh how she had the most elegant voice that he had ever heard. It then seemed to get quiet for about a minute, suddenly at that moment she startled him by yelling, "Come on and wake up Zero, you can't sleep all day!"
Zero then creaked open his eyes and looked up, and there she was, the same angel.
Her eyes sparkled in the light, and her hair was familiar, because it also seemed to glow. It was Ceil. "Come on down to the mess hall and get some breakfast, Zero!" She said to him before zipping quickly out of his room like a giddy schoolgirl. He then sat up and rubbed his head, then letting out a soft groan before getting out of bed and doing a few stretches. Even though he was a Reploid, he and other robots still needed to exercise because if they didn't keep a healthy diet and if they weren't in good shape, then they would begin to slow down and malfunction. It was just one of those "human features" that everyone received when built. After doing a few stretches, he walked over to his mirror and glanced at his messed up hair, and the fact that he wasn't wearing his helmet. He never slept with his helmet on, it gave him headaches and neck cramps because he could never proportion his head right while sleeping. So he just took it off and slept without it. But one thing he always kept beside him while sleeping was his trusty Z sword. His sword was always with him, except when showering. And when he didn't have his sword, he always had his fists. Unlike other reploids, Zeros fists were made up of a harder metal, because he was more of a fighting reploid. At that moment he began to stare at himself in the mirror.
He knew that he didn't know much of his past, he didn't even know who his creator was. All he could remember was that 100 years ago, he and his best friend X fought against the Mavericks. At least, that's what was told to him when he was reawakened. Not only that, no one had heard from X in a very long time, so his disappearance was still a mystery.
Zero then shook his head, quickly combed his long blonde hair, put on his red helmet and looked around for his Z Sword. He spun in circles trying to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. He thought to himself "Perhaps someone took it while I was asleep."He then put his hand to his side, and then suddenly felt a long rod shape. His sword was still attached to his side, like always.
Quickly he burst out of the room, it was around 10:30 in the morning and the mavericks hadn't attacked all month. He ran past one of the guard's along the way, not even saying hello. "Good morning Zero! Have a nice-." Zero was already gone. ".Sleep?" Said guard as he just stood there, dumbfounded. Zero then came up to the elevator, which lead upwards to the mess hall. He didn't need that, not when his hunger controlled him. He simply jumped upwards and climbed up the wall, to others it was always amazing to see him do that, but to him it was more like an exercise workout. He always liked to keep in top shape.
Zero then walked down the hallway to the mess hall. Except he didn't like to call it that, to him it sounded too dirty and reckless. Even though this was a reploid base that was falling to pieces, so it didn't really matter. Reploids from all sections had already gathered here, it was crowded and noisy. He really wished that Ceil could have woken him up earlier so he didn't have to put up with all these rude and obnoxious robots. Some were decent and kind, but most of them should have been rebuilt, or at least turned into good kitchen appliances. But that was just his idea. Zero ignored the people around him and sat an empty table; there he began to wait for the breakfast line to go down. He didn't really talk to anyone in particular, and always seemed to distance himself from others. If there were anyone he really wanted to talk to, it would be Ceil. He believed that she was the only one in the entire base with a good sense of simple logic and ingenuity. He strummed his fingers on the metallic table and then heard music coming from somewhere. Zero then raised his head and looked around, the music was as if it was calling to him, suddenly he heard someone singing. He knew it wasn't a woman singing, this was more of a male toned voice. Zero got up and looked around, wondering where this music was coming from. He followed the voice and silently began to sing along with it.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the
steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,
you martyr, and shine!
Zero looked around every corner, still trying to follow the voice.
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the
steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions; come on you painter, you piper,
you prisoner, and shine! - Pink Floyd, Shine on You Crazy Diamond.
The music stopped and a familiar voice called to Zero. "Zero, over here!"
He turned around and found Ceil and a gathering of other people watching a robot play on his guitar. This was where the music was coming from. "Zero, this is my friend Clyde, he's really good at playing the guitar." Ceil explained. "So I've noticed." Zero commented. Over near Ceil the robot stood up and put down his guitar. He was about as tall as Zero, and he had spiky black hair with a dark blue suit. His eyes were ruby red, to Zero he looked like a chump. "Ah, so you're the famous Maverick hunter!" He said. "Its wonderful to meet such a legend like you, do you think that you could teach me some of your moves?" Zero then wanted to say something really mean to him, but not in front of Ceil. So he simply said, "We'll see." Ceil giggled at Zero's comment and said to Clyde. "Are you sure that your able to do such things? Besides, I don't think Zero likes competition." She said, and then let out another laugh. Zero smiled because he loved it when she laughed. "Aw, I'm sure Mr. Zero here can teach me a few tricks or two, and then maybe I can teach him how to play the guitar, like me." Clyde said as he showed a very bright smile with a dashing look on his face. Women reploids that were surrounding him let out "Oohs and Ahhhs". Zero's thought was correct, this guy was a chump. This was also the first time someone ever called him "Mr. Zero."
He didn't like it; he didn't like it at all.