Book 2
The next day, Zero awoke at 0700 and remembered he had to go to building #74 for 'technician's school.' He was also ordered to wear his armor. He didn't give it a second thought. "Damn. Why am I a technician? I wanted to be a warrior, out on missions. Well, at least Kalbon and George'll be with me." The mechanics, well, at MHH anyway, were nurses to the technicians. That's right, nurses. Zero couldn't help but giggle. They're gonna hand me the scalpel, he thought.
He arrived at the classroom 30 minutes before class started. His instructor was a rather tall female reploid. She stood at an astounding 6'6. He thought about it, realized he was 6'5, and said, "Shit! she's taller than me!" Her name was Ms. Fropea. "Three guesses as to why she's a Miss," he joked to himself. The classroom was large and semi-circular, all on level ground.
Zero could see Kalbon and George on the other end of the room, but he decided that he should sit alone so he could think and actually try to excel in this field. After all, it was his assignment. There was only one empty seat anyway. It was next to the most beautiful, sexy girl in the room (he thought). As he walked to his seat, he thought of what he might say to her, this being their first meeting. He didn't want to, but he accidentally thought something nasty (yep, reploids have those parts, too), but then, catching himself, realized it be best not to think about it.
She was the most beautiful reploid there. She looked young, really young. You might think she just turned 15 or 16. She looked Oriental, maybe Thai or Chinese with a twist of Californian, but he couldn't discern from the two if he wanted to (Zero's not racist, he's just a little stereotypical). Her hair was an absolutely luscious shade of Black, rolled into two identical buns at the top of her head, and they were held together by chopsticks (who would of guessed?!). Her lips were full and seemed to beg him for a kiss. Under her magenta and maroon armor, he could tell she was voluptuous beyond belief. She had braces (yep, reploids truly are this realistic), but he didn't care. He was entranced by her immortal splendor.
'Focus on her FACE, not her CHEST,' he repeated to himself as he got closer to his destination. "I'll just wing it, and hope for the best," he said. "H-hey."
"Hello."
"Um, I'm... uh... Z-Zero Omega." 'OH SHIT! I SAID MY FULL NAME! DAMN IT, SHE'LL THINK I'M A TOTAL NERD FOR THIS!!!' his brain blasted. Then, for a moment he looked like he was dead.
"I'm Christine Kas. It's nice to meet you," she said as she smiled and extended her hand, gesturing a handshake. Zero returned the handshake, also with a somewhat forced smile.
"Oh, I definitely need to get acquainted with you," he said in the most romantic voice he was capable of, as he sat. Christine giggled, in the typical 'I don't know if I want to flirt with you yet' style. "Are you also in Class C?"
"Of course," she retorted. "If I weren't, wouldn't I still be in Training?" She seemed to hate his asking.
"Oh, I uh,"
"Oh MY! I'm sorry Zero. I didn't mean to make you look like a total idiot."
* Zero: anime sweat drop *
"It's OK. It was a dumb question anyway." 'Hm. A few personality kinks, but I think she'd be great,' he thought.
'He's cute. But maybe not that cute,' she thought with a pencil in her mouth, staring at Zero's gleaming armor. But then, she remembered something. Wasn't Zero Omega the name of that guy who came in at Class C because of his fighting skills? Why did he do basic training, and why isn't he Class B, out on missions? "Hey Z." She asked him the questions she was thinking.
"Yeah, because I wanted to, and I don't know." 'She gave me a nickname! Happy days!' he thought. "I did hope to be a Warrior, hell, warrior is in my designation, for cryin' out loud. But when I asked the MHH Board, they said that a designation is what the creator had intended for the reploid. Then they argued that in MHH, a reploid must first prove himself worthy before he is assigned any task. That's why my friend X is a Warrior. He's the most athletic reploid you'll ever see."
"Don't worry. Soon, you'll get an opportunity to prove yourself. I know you will," she said with a thumbs-up. Zero loved her optimism, among other traits.
Just then, Zero started to think about something. What was the point of me getting promoted to Class C when I enlisted? I didn't get any benefits, I sure as HELL didn't get paid, and all my friends were promoted to Class C when they finished Basic Training. What the F...
His thinking process was then interrupted. "Hey ZEEEERRRO," said the seemingly half-drunken instructor. "Who created you?"
Zero and Christine hadn't noticed that class had started. "Hmmm? Oh. Dr. Wily."
"Oh yeah, well I think he coulda done a BETTA JOB on you, you stupid frickin' piece o' scrap metal!"
"WHAT!?!?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!?"
"NO CUSSING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! He shoulda fixed your FACE! NOBODY makes IDIOT 'loids as UGLY as you!!"
Zero had heard from friends before that Ms. Fropea was harsh, but he didn't think she was this harsh. This bitch was MEGA-harsh!
"You're pissin' me off," he said, half to himself.
"WHAT? I DIDN'T HEAR YOU, IDIOT!"
"I SAID, YOU'RE PISSIN' ME OFF!!" This time, he was even louder than his old DI's. With that, the whole class gasped, excepting Christine. Instead, she smiled to herself. 'God, he's such a man.'
"FUCK YOU ALL!! UUUUUUUUUUUUURGH! AAAAAaaaaaaaa..." Ms. Fropea's voice trailed off, and without warning, she started blasting her buster at everyone.
"Get down!" Zero said as he jumped on top of Christine. "Stay here." As he said that, he noticed that she was blushing. "Sorry."
"ALL RIGHT, IT'S YOUR TURN, BITCH!" Zero felt enraged and had an adrenaline rush unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His eyes turned blood red. He was almost... a different person. He dashed at the large reploid that was supposed to lecture them on the duties of technicians, and gave her a dead-on shot in her face. He then quickly dashed backwards, hoping for time to charge his special Z-buster. He didn't want anyone to find out, but he couldn't help it. He was, of course, the only reploid advanced enough at that time to charge his buster, or dash, for that matter.
Fropea then started to shoot her buster in 4 different directions, seemingly aimed at his classmates. "SHIT!!" he then dashed back into the fray.
