Zero Alpha
Mission Eleven: Epilogue
There was only dust. There was a wind and quiet, along with dust. Very tranquil and awkward considering this had been a battlefield not long ago. Zero had fought with Alpha to his best ability. He took his chance and took to the air, and the battle was over. Now there was neither of the two in sight. Nothing at all.
That was broken by the small army of X-drones that congregated at the sight of the battle. Sent in search of Alpha, and even possibly Zero. Unfortunately for them, one of them lived.
Three drones fell to pieces after a green blur took them apart. In the pieces of them stood a crimson hero of legend. A reploid that seemed unstoppable. Undefeatable. People never understood that you should never go against someone who is described as a legend. Even with his broken buster arm that was incabale of a charge shot he was still formitable. He taught that to the squad of sixteen drones.
In the wind was a brown cloth. A cloak worn by Loki at one time. Zero grasped it and put it on as the desert sun stared down on him. He still had a long way to go from here. Before he got back to where he should be. How much would things have changed since hes been away?