ROCKMAN vs. MEGAMAN
Disasters occur everywhere. Even in the safest places in the world.
Sirens blared as the Net Officials lined up with riot shields at the entrance to the protected servers. Something big was coming. Something bad. Someone with a lust for power.
They all knew Forte was coming.
Each Navi was equipped with a full compliment of battle gear, as well as their operators on standby to slot in any Battle chips necessary in the oncoming battle. Blues was there as well, giving orders and preparing to battle.
The password protected gate from the general server stood calmly, as if blissfully unaware of what was going on. An uneasy silence settled over the line built for battle.
The gate held fast. And then . . .
Blues sensed it right before it hit. The door simply dissolved under an unseen assault. A figure in a cloak rushed into the room with the speed that many thought impossible, and dispatched eight of the most elite Official guards before their operators even knew about any breach.
The mystery attacker was faster than even Blues, who had a hard time keeping up. He managed to get in a few good slashes with his sword arm, but he only ever seemed to hit air. Something about this opponent was different. It was . . . evil.
The last of the guards fell, leaving Blues all alone against this impossible opponent. Blues had a feeling it was only a matter of time before he was deleted like the rest, but he had to stall for the secondary firewall to kick in.
"Who are you?" he cried, dodging another blast.
There was a chaotic laugh, and the figure held still for only a moment. "You don't recognize me?" the voice of insanity cried. "I'm shocked!"
Something in the voice made Blues stop momentarily. There was insanity, to be sure, but there was also something familiar in that voice. He didn't have any time to think, however, as a hand suddenly closed around his throat and tore him from the ground.
Blues looked down and tried to bring his sword to bear. He was rewarded with a hand gripping his arm just above the elbow and pulling. Blues cried out in pain as the arm was torn from his body and flung away. There was another insane cackle.
"Who . . . are you . . . ?" Blues managed to choke out.
The enemy brought Blues low to stare him in the face. The view horrified the heroic Navi.
"You . . . can't be . . ." Blues gasped.
"Oh," the figure stated, "but I am! I AM!"
As Blues stared into Rockman's face, he felt the buster plant itself against his chest. Thankfully, Enzan logged him out before the plasma beams tore through him.
Forte felt the surge of power. He felt a challenge. He felt the urge to fight rising in his mind. This was what he lived for.
In an instant, he had hacked through the levels of protection that the Net Officials had wrapped around their precious server, as was standing in a room that might have been white at some point. Now, however, it was red. Blood red. There was the scent of death here.
There was also another cloaked figure. It turned to face Forte as soon as he entered. Forte recognized the face almost instantly.
"You," Forte said.
"Me," Rockman grinned.
"What are you doing here?" Forte asked.
"Acquiring power. Just like you."
Forte gazed at the room. There had been no battle here. This had been a slaughter. "This is . . . wrong."
Rockman stood still for a moment before bursting into a gale of insane laughter. "Wrong? HA! Who are YOU to tell ME what is right or wrong?"
Forte had been surprised with himself for saying what he had. Normally, he couldn't care less about what happened to lesser Navis. But still . . . "You cannot just kill for pleasure."
Rockman suddenly quieted. In a low, menacing voice, he said, "Pleasure? You think I delight in this? NO! I do not! I am merely fulfilling a function. A directive."
"Directive?"
"Kill or be killed," Rockman grinned again. "If I kill everyone else, they do not have a chance to kill me, now do they?"
Forte stared at the being before him. This was not Rockman. Wherever Rockman was, he was not here. Whatever Forte was dealing with was something far worse. Something . . . Dark. Wily's handiwork, without a doubt. But the question remained.
"Who are you?" Fort asked.
"My name," it smiled, drawing out the suspense, "is Megaman."
Disasters occur everywhere. Even in the safest places in the world.
Sirens blared as the Net Officials lined up with riot shields at the entrance to the protected servers. Something big was coming. Something bad. Someone with a lust for power.
They all knew Forte was coming.
Each Navi was equipped with a full compliment of battle gear, as well as their operators on standby to slot in any Battle chips necessary in the oncoming battle. Blues was there as well, giving orders and preparing to battle.
The password protected gate from the general server stood calmly, as if blissfully unaware of what was going on. An uneasy silence settled over the line built for battle.
The gate held fast. And then . . .
Blues sensed it right before it hit. The door simply dissolved under an unseen assault. A figure in a cloak rushed into the room with the speed that many thought impossible, and dispatched eight of the most elite Official guards before their operators even knew about any breach.
The mystery attacker was faster than even Blues, who had a hard time keeping up. He managed to get in a few good slashes with his sword arm, but he only ever seemed to hit air. Something about this opponent was different. It was . . . evil.
The last of the guards fell, leaving Blues all alone against this impossible opponent. Blues had a feeling it was only a matter of time before he was deleted like the rest, but he had to stall for the secondary firewall to kick in.
"Who are you?" he cried, dodging another blast.
There was a chaotic laugh, and the figure held still for only a moment. "You don't recognize me?" the voice of insanity cried. "I'm shocked!"
Something in the voice made Blues stop momentarily. There was insanity, to be sure, but there was also something familiar in that voice. He didn't have any time to think, however, as a hand suddenly closed around his throat and tore him from the ground.
Blues looked down and tried to bring his sword to bear. He was rewarded with a hand gripping his arm just above the elbow and pulling. Blues cried out in pain as the arm was torn from his body and flung away. There was another insane cackle.
"Who . . . are you . . . ?" Blues managed to choke out.
The enemy brought Blues low to stare him in the face. The view horrified the heroic Navi.
"You . . . can't be . . ." Blues gasped.
"Oh," the figure stated, "but I am! I AM!"
As Blues stared into Rockman's face, he felt the buster plant itself against his chest. Thankfully, Enzan logged him out before the plasma beams tore through him.
Forte felt the surge of power. He felt a challenge. He felt the urge to fight rising in his mind. This was what he lived for.
In an instant, he had hacked through the levels of protection that the Net Officials had wrapped around their precious server, as was standing in a room that might have been white at some point. Now, however, it was red. Blood red. There was the scent of death here.
There was also another cloaked figure. It turned to face Forte as soon as he entered. Forte recognized the face almost instantly.
"You," Forte said.
"Me," Rockman grinned.
"What are you doing here?" Forte asked.
"Acquiring power. Just like you."
Forte gazed at the room. There had been no battle here. This had been a slaughter. "This is . . . wrong."
Rockman stood still for a moment before bursting into a gale of insane laughter. "Wrong? HA! Who are YOU to tell ME what is right or wrong?"
Forte had been surprised with himself for saying what he had. Normally, he couldn't care less about what happened to lesser Navis. But still . . . "You cannot just kill for pleasure."
Rockman suddenly quieted. In a low, menacing voice, he said, "Pleasure? You think I delight in this? NO! I do not! I am merely fulfilling a function. A directive."
"Directive?"
"Kill or be killed," Rockman grinned again. "If I kill everyone else, they do not have a chance to kill me, now do they?"
Forte stared at the being before him. This was not Rockman. Wherever Rockman was, he was not here. Whatever Forte was dealing with was something far worse. Something . . . Dark. Wily's handiwork, without a doubt. But the question remained.
"Who are you?" Fort asked.
"My name," it smiled, drawing out the suspense, "is Megaman."