(Author's Note: Mega Man X and Co. are owned by Capcom, who have a strange tendency to make games progressively worse. Anyone can use my characters if they ask me first, of course. - Peregrine
AN2: Any reviews or criticism are GREATLY appreciated. Send whatever you want, including suggestions, to alkarl225@cs.com)
Chapter 1: The Song of Truth
Two beams of light fell into the Maverick Hunter Headquarters and formed into Night and Sol within the War Room. Pulling away from his brother's grip, Night grabbed a chair and plopped down, his feet on top of the map projector. "So...time for another lecture?"
Sol took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. "Night, are you trying to give me gray hairs?"
"That would be a feat, now wouldn't it? I think sometimes you forget-"
Sol cut him off, "Shut up, Night. Quit trying to change the subject."
Night shrugged and pulled of his shades. "What's the big deal? I was playing hero, not shooting up New York City. Sheesh. As if I could."
"What you did was leave the Headquarters unannounced, act in a threatening manner towards a human-"
Night jumped to his feet. "A goddamned thief!"
"Not to mention almost assaulting that woman!" Sol yelled, then quickly lowered his voice. *The last thing I need is Alia on my ass again over Night's behavior...*, he thought. "Night...you lost your head back there, and to the humans, that's enough."
Night shook his head, a grim smile on his face. "Enough for what? For the Blonde Bomber to kill a few more misguided innocents?" He stood up, getting into his brother's face. "That's all you do now, isn't it?" He pushed him backwards, his smile replaced with a angry glare. "That's what the Hunters are, right? Killing anyone that inconveniences the goddamned human race?!"
"Why, you ungrateful little-" He was interrupted when the main alarms went off, and people started to rush about to their stations. From behind them, a less-than-amused voice said, "If you two are done behaving like children..." They both jumped from surprise.
"Sir! How long have you been there?!" Sol said, pushing his brother off of him.
Tactical Commander Alia was sitting in her chair, quickly typing into the main computer. "Long enough. Night, we've got ten unidentified reploids in the airspace above Elysium. Get them on the screen and hurry. Sol, assemble your unit, just in case. And I want to talk to both of you once this is over!" She said, still staring intently at her terminal.
"But-" They said at once.
"Move!" she said, this time with authority in her voice. Night ran to the terminal near the projector, bringing up radar scans. Sol warped out of the room to the unit barracks. "I've got them, Alia! There's no sign of viral infection, and though I'm picking up weapons, none appear to be armed."
"Strange...Can you I.D. any of them?" she asked, as she ran over readiness reports from the Hunter Units. Only the 17th was in the green. The rest of the Hunters were either disbanded or deployed. "Let's hope they're just having a joyride..."
Night typed in more commands, schematics flying rapidly over the screen. "They're all humanoid-base Reploids with sustained flight capability. Nothing that matches my scans is registered. But that's impossible, isn't it? I thought all reploids were registered upon activation?"
"They are. What're they-"
"Sir! Get a look at this!" Alia looked up from her terminal to find the projector image distorting, as a live broadcast attempted to override the computer system. "The broadcast appears to be coming from those reploids! They're hacking into every projector and computer screen in the colony...They're in!"
"Then I guess we watch the show..." Alia muttered. She typing in scramble orders for the 17th. She had the creeping suspicion she'd need them.
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As screens all over the Elysian colony came to life, a smiling face greeting the population. He could be mistaken for human, if not for the red control chip cover on his forehead. Spiky white hair and a soft smile gave him a young appearance, but his focused blue eyes canceled the effect. All of Elysium was watching when he began to speak.
"Fellow reploids, members of a beleaguered race, I greet you. My name is Gabriel, captain of the Angel Corps. I have come to liberate my people from human oppression, to show my brothers and sisters a better way of life." He paused, as if waiting for his audience to settle.
"The humans created us for one reason, and one alone. As tools. Tools of labor, tools of medicine, tools of research, tools of war, but ALWAYS...always, we have been their tools. Those who refused to be used in such a manner were destroyed by the Hunters, as they still are now. There was a time when part of this was justified. The Maverick virus was a malicious disease that forced us to kill our creators and our counterparts. But with the death of it's source, with the destruction of Zero Omega, that excuse became a weak one. Now, the Hunters are merely a highly-trained and heavily armed secret police for the humans, as they turn us into subservient creatures. But we of the Angel Corps will not allow it." On cue, the camera zoomed out, showing the nine reploids in formation behind him. Their shoulder mounted thrusters gave them the appearance of angels. Gabriel spread his arms, his smile widening.
"We are the disciples of the new truth. We have come to minister to the reploid race, the true chosen race of God. The humans are weak and petty, while we are stronger, smarter, and of a far greater spirit than any human can hope to achieve. He has cast aside his ungrateful creations. WE are now his most favored. He has given us Novus Veritas, the New Truth, and I give you all that great gift. The humans lash out at nature. They've ruined it. They decimate everything they encounter, because they are AFRAID. They subjugate us because they know WE ARE SUPERIOR. They want to destroy us because we are destined to inherit the earth, not they. It is God's will that we take what is rightfully ours! WE ARE THE REPLOID RACE!!!! WE ARE THE ULTIMATE CHILDREN OF GOD!!!! Embrace Novus Veritas and we will turn this entire world into Elysium, the place it is meant to be!" One of the reploids behind him came forward, her eyes closed and her hands clasped together. Brown hair came down to
her shoulders and her light green and white armor reflected the starlight. As she spoke, her voice echoed in a strange yet beautiful melody. "Listen to the truth, and embrace your future." She opened her eyes, showing the bright green irises which seemed to glow and swirl like flames. Then, she began to sing...
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(Whew...that's enough for this installment. More should be coming soon. Review me, please, and make suggestions if you wish. Also, if my Latin's wrong, please tell me! The action's coming soon, and let me tell you, it's gonna be a doozy. That said, g-night, and did I mention that I really, really, really want reviews?! - Peregrine
AN2: Any reviews or criticism are GREATLY appreciated. Send whatever you want, including suggestions, to alkarl225@cs.com)
Chapter 1: The Song of Truth
Two beams of light fell into the Maverick Hunter Headquarters and formed into Night and Sol within the War Room. Pulling away from his brother's grip, Night grabbed a chair and plopped down, his feet on top of the map projector. "So...time for another lecture?"
Sol took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. "Night, are you trying to give me gray hairs?"
"That would be a feat, now wouldn't it? I think sometimes you forget-"
Sol cut him off, "Shut up, Night. Quit trying to change the subject."
Night shrugged and pulled of his shades. "What's the big deal? I was playing hero, not shooting up New York City. Sheesh. As if I could."
"What you did was leave the Headquarters unannounced, act in a threatening manner towards a human-"
Night jumped to his feet. "A goddamned thief!"
"Not to mention almost assaulting that woman!" Sol yelled, then quickly lowered his voice. *The last thing I need is Alia on my ass again over Night's behavior...*, he thought. "Night...you lost your head back there, and to the humans, that's enough."
Night shook his head, a grim smile on his face. "Enough for what? For the Blonde Bomber to kill a few more misguided innocents?" He stood up, getting into his brother's face. "That's all you do now, isn't it?" He pushed him backwards, his smile replaced with a angry glare. "That's what the Hunters are, right? Killing anyone that inconveniences the goddamned human race?!"
"Why, you ungrateful little-" He was interrupted when the main alarms went off, and people started to rush about to their stations. From behind them, a less-than-amused voice said, "If you two are done behaving like children..." They both jumped from surprise.
"Sir! How long have you been there?!" Sol said, pushing his brother off of him.
Tactical Commander Alia was sitting in her chair, quickly typing into the main computer. "Long enough. Night, we've got ten unidentified reploids in the airspace above Elysium. Get them on the screen and hurry. Sol, assemble your unit, just in case. And I want to talk to both of you once this is over!" She said, still staring intently at her terminal.
"But-" They said at once.
"Move!" she said, this time with authority in her voice. Night ran to the terminal near the projector, bringing up radar scans. Sol warped out of the room to the unit barracks. "I've got them, Alia! There's no sign of viral infection, and though I'm picking up weapons, none appear to be armed."
"Strange...Can you I.D. any of them?" she asked, as she ran over readiness reports from the Hunter Units. Only the 17th was in the green. The rest of the Hunters were either disbanded or deployed. "Let's hope they're just having a joyride..."
Night typed in more commands, schematics flying rapidly over the screen. "They're all humanoid-base Reploids with sustained flight capability. Nothing that matches my scans is registered. But that's impossible, isn't it? I thought all reploids were registered upon activation?"
"They are. What're they-"
"Sir! Get a look at this!" Alia looked up from her terminal to find the projector image distorting, as a live broadcast attempted to override the computer system. "The broadcast appears to be coming from those reploids! They're hacking into every projector and computer screen in the colony...They're in!"
"Then I guess we watch the show..." Alia muttered. She typing in scramble orders for the 17th. She had the creeping suspicion she'd need them.
_____________________________________________________________
As screens all over the Elysian colony came to life, a smiling face greeting the population. He could be mistaken for human, if not for the red control chip cover on his forehead. Spiky white hair and a soft smile gave him a young appearance, but his focused blue eyes canceled the effect. All of Elysium was watching when he began to speak.
"Fellow reploids, members of a beleaguered race, I greet you. My name is Gabriel, captain of the Angel Corps. I have come to liberate my people from human oppression, to show my brothers and sisters a better way of life." He paused, as if waiting for his audience to settle.
"The humans created us for one reason, and one alone. As tools. Tools of labor, tools of medicine, tools of research, tools of war, but ALWAYS...always, we have been their tools. Those who refused to be used in such a manner were destroyed by the Hunters, as they still are now. There was a time when part of this was justified. The Maverick virus was a malicious disease that forced us to kill our creators and our counterparts. But with the death of it's source, with the destruction of Zero Omega, that excuse became a weak one. Now, the Hunters are merely a highly-trained and heavily armed secret police for the humans, as they turn us into subservient creatures. But we of the Angel Corps will not allow it." On cue, the camera zoomed out, showing the nine reploids in formation behind him. Their shoulder mounted thrusters gave them the appearance of angels. Gabriel spread his arms, his smile widening.
"We are the disciples of the new truth. We have come to minister to the reploid race, the true chosen race of God. The humans are weak and petty, while we are stronger, smarter, and of a far greater spirit than any human can hope to achieve. He has cast aside his ungrateful creations. WE are now his most favored. He has given us Novus Veritas, the New Truth, and I give you all that great gift. The humans lash out at nature. They've ruined it. They decimate everything they encounter, because they are AFRAID. They subjugate us because they know WE ARE SUPERIOR. They want to destroy us because we are destined to inherit the earth, not they. It is God's will that we take what is rightfully ours! WE ARE THE REPLOID RACE!!!! WE ARE THE ULTIMATE CHILDREN OF GOD!!!! Embrace Novus Veritas and we will turn this entire world into Elysium, the place it is meant to be!" One of the reploids behind him came forward, her eyes closed and her hands clasped together. Brown hair came down to
her shoulders and her light green and white armor reflected the starlight. As she spoke, her voice echoed in a strange yet beautiful melody. "Listen to the truth, and embrace your future." She opened her eyes, showing the bright green irises which seemed to glow and swirl like flames. Then, she began to sing...
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(Whew...that's enough for this installment. More should be coming soon. Review me, please, and make suggestions if you wish. Also, if my Latin's wrong, please tell me! The action's coming soon, and let me tell you, it's gonna be a doozy. That said, g-night, and did I mention that I really, really, really want reviews?! - Peregrine