ROCKMAN EXE: Prophecy
A note to those of you who may not have already read my previous work, ROCKMAN vs. MEGAMAN: DO SO. Many of the events in that story will have an effect on this one as it is a SEQUEL. As far as continuity is concerned, this story takes place after the Black Earth incident (the 4th Megaman Battle Network Game), but I'll try not to spoil too much.
Two months after Netto Hikari saved the world from the Meteor, Red Sun, Rockman, Roll and Gutsman were happily wandering the Net, talking about things Navis sometimes talk about in their free time.
"Roll, I'm telling you, Batman would win," Rockman insisted.
"No, Superman would! He's got all sorts of powers and he's the man of STEEL! Batman is just Bruce Wayne with a whole bunch of toys," Roll huffed.
"Which is why he'd win, because he could probably BUY a chunk of kryptonite from Lex Luthor or something," Rockman nodded.
"But if Bruce was caught unawares, without all his gadgets, he'd go down for sure," Roll shrugged. "Superman wins, hands down."
"Bruce is resourceful. He'd find a way," Gutsman added.
"Precisely."
Roll growled. "Men. You always stick together."
They continued on in this fashion for a while until Rockman spotted something odd. "Hey," he said, interrupting another argument he'd been losing with Roll, "What's that?" He pointed to an oddly shaped structure.
"Uh, I think it's some kind of Net museum. They just opened it. I got an E- Mail about it a while ago," Gutsman shrugged.
"What's it for?" Roll asked.
"I think it shows what came before the Net as we know it today. The time period from when computers first became mainstream to a little more than five years ago," Gutsman said, sounding unusually well informed.
"Cool," Rockman said. "I wonder if my grandfather's in there." Rockman's grandfather had been the original inventor of the PeT, which allowed humans and Navis to interact with each other.
Roll laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if your whole family wasn't in there! You've only saved the entire world three times now."
"Er, six, Roll," Rockman corrected her.
"Yeah. There was the World 3's first try, then the crazy Zero Virus thing, then Gospel, and then World 3's attempted comeback with Alpha, and then he had to deal with the Red Sun Meteor . . ." Gutsman said, counting on fingers.
"That's only five," Roll said.
"There was also the time we had to stop Megaman . . ." Rockman said in a voice barely above a whisper. They all went silent for a moment there. That battle had been long, hard, and horrible, and had a taxing effect on Rockman, especially during the Red Sun Meteor incident, where his very soul wavered in between light and dark. Rockman had been in so much anguish about the possibility that he could become another Megaman if he went totally dark that he'd sworn off of using the powerful dark battlechips ever again.
"Okay, six. The point is, you're a hero," Roll said, trying to cheer her blue friend up. "So let's go see what's in there, shall we?"
Rockman put a smile on his face and nodded. "Okay. Let's go!"
"Want to make it a date, Roll-chan?" Gutsman asked, winking at her.
Roll smiled and laughed a bit, smacking Gutsman upside the forehead with one of her head ribbon things. "Shut up Gutsy-kun."
And so the three headed off into the new museum, which was almost completely empty as it had only recently opened.
Blues looked up from the message from the Official headquarters he had received as the three friends trotted into the place of history. They didn't seem to notice the red Navi, and that suited him just fine. He preferred to mull over his own thoughts alone. He returned to reading the message.
"Attention Official netbattlers: It has come to our attention that there may be dangerous elements inside the new Net museum. These elements may seem benign at first, but do not underestimate the power of some of the objects found in that museum. There is one item in particular which we cannot disclose in this medium which has a significant meaning to many of the researchers here at Official HQ. Any and all attacks against the museum, be they from a virus or Navi, is to be treated with the highest priority and ended as soon as possible until the nature of such elements can be determined."
Blues sighed. Guard duty. He disliked it intensely, but if Official HQ was concerned enough to sent a mail about it on the most secure of channels (only the elite had received them, which left Netoo out of the loop), something had them spooked. Spooked enough to demand that Blues keep a constant vigilance on the museum when not busy with other Official business. It really cut into the visored Navi's free time.
He sighed again and watched Rockman, Roll, and Gutsman wander through the halls, taking in the various sights. He wondered to himself what might happen next, and how it would involve Rockman, because it ALWAYS seemed to . . .
A note to those of you who may not have already read my previous work, ROCKMAN vs. MEGAMAN: DO SO. Many of the events in that story will have an effect on this one as it is a SEQUEL. As far as continuity is concerned, this story takes place after the Black Earth incident (the 4th Megaman Battle Network Game), but I'll try not to spoil too much.
Two months after Netto Hikari saved the world from the Meteor, Red Sun, Rockman, Roll and Gutsman were happily wandering the Net, talking about things Navis sometimes talk about in their free time.
"Roll, I'm telling you, Batman would win," Rockman insisted.
"No, Superman would! He's got all sorts of powers and he's the man of STEEL! Batman is just Bruce Wayne with a whole bunch of toys," Roll huffed.
"Which is why he'd win, because he could probably BUY a chunk of kryptonite from Lex Luthor or something," Rockman nodded.
"But if Bruce was caught unawares, without all his gadgets, he'd go down for sure," Roll shrugged. "Superman wins, hands down."
"Bruce is resourceful. He'd find a way," Gutsman added.
"Precisely."
Roll growled. "Men. You always stick together."
They continued on in this fashion for a while until Rockman spotted something odd. "Hey," he said, interrupting another argument he'd been losing with Roll, "What's that?" He pointed to an oddly shaped structure.
"Uh, I think it's some kind of Net museum. They just opened it. I got an E- Mail about it a while ago," Gutsman shrugged.
"What's it for?" Roll asked.
"I think it shows what came before the Net as we know it today. The time period from when computers first became mainstream to a little more than five years ago," Gutsman said, sounding unusually well informed.
"Cool," Rockman said. "I wonder if my grandfather's in there." Rockman's grandfather had been the original inventor of the PeT, which allowed humans and Navis to interact with each other.
Roll laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if your whole family wasn't in there! You've only saved the entire world three times now."
"Er, six, Roll," Rockman corrected her.
"Yeah. There was the World 3's first try, then the crazy Zero Virus thing, then Gospel, and then World 3's attempted comeback with Alpha, and then he had to deal with the Red Sun Meteor . . ." Gutsman said, counting on fingers.
"That's only five," Roll said.
"There was also the time we had to stop Megaman . . ." Rockman said in a voice barely above a whisper. They all went silent for a moment there. That battle had been long, hard, and horrible, and had a taxing effect on Rockman, especially during the Red Sun Meteor incident, where his very soul wavered in between light and dark. Rockman had been in so much anguish about the possibility that he could become another Megaman if he went totally dark that he'd sworn off of using the powerful dark battlechips ever again.
"Okay, six. The point is, you're a hero," Roll said, trying to cheer her blue friend up. "So let's go see what's in there, shall we?"
Rockman put a smile on his face and nodded. "Okay. Let's go!"
"Want to make it a date, Roll-chan?" Gutsman asked, winking at her.
Roll smiled and laughed a bit, smacking Gutsman upside the forehead with one of her head ribbon things. "Shut up Gutsy-kun."
And so the three headed off into the new museum, which was almost completely empty as it had only recently opened.
Blues looked up from the message from the Official headquarters he had received as the three friends trotted into the place of history. They didn't seem to notice the red Navi, and that suited him just fine. He preferred to mull over his own thoughts alone. He returned to reading the message.
"Attention Official netbattlers: It has come to our attention that there may be dangerous elements inside the new Net museum. These elements may seem benign at first, but do not underestimate the power of some of the objects found in that museum. There is one item in particular which we cannot disclose in this medium which has a significant meaning to many of the researchers here at Official HQ. Any and all attacks against the museum, be they from a virus or Navi, is to be treated with the highest priority and ended as soon as possible until the nature of such elements can be determined."
Blues sighed. Guard duty. He disliked it intensely, but if Official HQ was concerned enough to sent a mail about it on the most secure of channels (only the elite had received them, which left Netoo out of the loop), something had them spooked. Spooked enough to demand that Blues keep a constant vigilance on the museum when not busy with other Official business. It really cut into the visored Navi's free time.
He sighed again and watched Rockman, Roll, and Gutsman wander through the halls, taking in the various sights. He wondered to himself what might happen next, and how it would involve Rockman, because it ALWAYS seemed to . . .