Shooom....shooom...shooom...
Zero watched the heavy trucks pass him by, carrying load after load of materiel, goods, and any number of other things deeper into the ruined cities. Every day now, new shipments came in as the Reploids and humans worked tirelessly to rebuild the Earth.
The crimson hunter shook his head. How many times would disasters like these appear? How many more shipments and sacrafices have to be made before the world was at peace?
Peace. The word sent a shudder through him. The highest of all ideals, and he felt scared by the thought, however much he wanted it. He lifted up his beam sabre, looked at it sadly. Did he really want peace?
"What is to become of me when there are no enemies to fight?" He wondered. "What could I do? All I know is...battle. As if I was born to do nothing but."
X...you are strong. You can survive in both times of peace and war. You know the world like I cannot ever comprehend..."
Shooom...shooom...shooom...
Zero's eyes closed as his mind drifted. He thought back...back before Sigma grew to power...
Thier first meeting, when X joined the Maverick hunters. Zero had barely known X then. Even then, X's spirit had shone clear, like a shining beacon to hope.
He had laughed then, unaware of X's hidden inner strength...unaware of anything that would soon happen, unaware of the nightmares that would come to haunt him.
The nightmares...
Zero's viral scanner gave off a shrill warning, barely audible. Zero shook his head clear and looked at the screen. He frowned at it's garbled readings as sharp lines of red and blue zipped across the screen. "That's odd...the Viral Supressor should have lasted longer than this..."
"That's right. It should have." a clear and damnedly familiar voice said from behind him. Zero gasped and spun around, Z-Saber already in hand. There was no one! Only a small grey box on the ground, reminecent of...
A communicator!?
Too late to turn around, Zero screamed as a sharp rod speared into his neck from behind. He fell to his knees, dropping his saber in the shock. His vision blurred, he turned around long enough to fire but a single buster shot at the attacker before collapsing.
Shooom...shooom...shooom...
Zero's assailant said nothing, merely batting the buster shot away with a wave of his hand. Picking Zero up, none to kindly, and throwing him over his shoulder, he allowed himself a small grin.
Seconds later, both he and Zero vanished in a globe of blue light at the attacker teleported away to destinations unknown.
Zero watched the heavy trucks pass him by, carrying load after load of materiel, goods, and any number of other things deeper into the ruined cities. Every day now, new shipments came in as the Reploids and humans worked tirelessly to rebuild the Earth.
The crimson hunter shook his head. How many times would disasters like these appear? How many more shipments and sacrafices have to be made before the world was at peace?
Peace. The word sent a shudder through him. The highest of all ideals, and he felt scared by the thought, however much he wanted it. He lifted up his beam sabre, looked at it sadly. Did he really want peace?
"What is to become of me when there are no enemies to fight?" He wondered. "What could I do? All I know is...battle. As if I was born to do nothing but."
X...you are strong. You can survive in both times of peace and war. You know the world like I cannot ever comprehend..."
Shooom...shooom...shooom...
Zero's eyes closed as his mind drifted. He thought back...back before Sigma grew to power...
Thier first meeting, when X joined the Maverick hunters. Zero had barely known X then. Even then, X's spirit had shone clear, like a shining beacon to hope.
He had laughed then, unaware of X's hidden inner strength...unaware of anything that would soon happen, unaware of the nightmares that would come to haunt him.
The nightmares...
Zero's viral scanner gave off a shrill warning, barely audible. Zero shook his head clear and looked at the screen. He frowned at it's garbled readings as sharp lines of red and blue zipped across the screen. "That's odd...the Viral Supressor should have lasted longer than this..."
"That's right. It should have." a clear and damnedly familiar voice said from behind him. Zero gasped and spun around, Z-Saber already in hand. There was no one! Only a small grey box on the ground, reminecent of...
A communicator!?
Too late to turn around, Zero screamed as a sharp rod speared into his neck from behind. He fell to his knees, dropping his saber in the shock. His vision blurred, he turned around long enough to fire but a single buster shot at the attacker before collapsing.
Shooom...shooom...shooom...
Zero's assailant said nothing, merely batting the buster shot away with a wave of his hand. Picking Zero up, none to kindly, and throwing him over his shoulder, he allowed himself a small grin.
Seconds later, both he and Zero vanished in a globe of blue light at the attacker teleported away to destinations unknown.