So let's see. MegaMan Original, ProtoMan, Bass, and X have all fought so
far. Even some other robot masters have gotten some screen time. Now,
guess who? That's right! ZERO'S BACK IN TOWN AND HE'S READY TO KICK SOME
MAVERICK ASS! READ ON!
-shrapnel
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Chapter 7
POV = ZERO
PRESENT
Zero leapt up into the air, and drew his Z-Saber. With incredible speed, Zero did a downward slash, cutting the maverick sentry into two pieces. They fell to the ground with a crash as Zero landed with a soft thump. He turned off his Z-Saber with a hum, and he looked around the ridge. His group, consisting of three other reploids, Art, Mac, and Terry, had just encountered a few sentries that had turned maverick. They easily dispatched of them, and no one was seriously injured. Zero was proud. Art, a humanoid reploid, was easily the most normal of the four. He was green and white, his green being where his elbows, knees, boots, gloves, and part of his chest plate was. What set him apart was his helmet. It was a helmet with a visor, covering the whole face. It was designed green and white, and it also had two streaks coming out of it like horns, both colored green for the bottom-half, and white for the top-half. What Zero liked about him was the fact that his weapon of choice was also the Z- Saber. Zero saw he had skill, but nothing close to his. The other reploid, Terry, was an animalistic reploid. Terry was a bat-type reploid, his black wings extending out of his jet-black body. His face was also like a bat, setting him apart from every other reploid. Terry had a unique weapon. His hands were made into razor-sharp claws, and he would go close- range and claw his enemy. He was very adept at his own weapon, so Zero didn't care to ask why he picked such a gruesome weapon. The third reploid, Mac, was a standard Hunter. He had a buster on his left arm, and he was colored purple and black, a humanoid robot. His helmet had a visor over his eyes, and a shark-type purple fin that extended from his helmet. Zero surveyed the area.
"Is everybody okay?"
Nods and grunts were enough for Zero. He didn't want to waste any time.
"Then let's move out."
Zero began to walk, leading the pack. The other three reploids followed, holding up the back of the small curved triangle. As Zero walked, he felt worried. Not about X, not about Sigma, but worried about himself. He felt like he had been here before, he felt he had done something here before. The environment here seemed strangely familiar. Zero felt a sudden feeling of "home", and it confused him. He knew this wasn't his home. Still. the fact remained that Zero felt strangely comfortable here. Zero shook his head, trying to forget the things inside his head. He took a deep breath, and relaxed himself. He turned around.
"Whoa! What the hell?"
Zero had turned around to an empty mountain ridge. A few minutes ago, three reploids had been walking behind him. Zero looked to the left, and then to the right, a sense of wildness in his eyes. Out of habit, his hand slowly slid to his Z-Saber and grasped a hold of it. Zero crouched down. He had already made two conclusions. One, his group had been picked off when he was thinking, and didn't notice it. Two, he had wandered away from the three while he was deep in thought. He prayed that it was his second guess. Zero stared at the ground for any signs of prints. He only saw his. Zero stood up, confused. He got out his com-link and changed it to Art's frequency. The link crackled with static in his ear.
"Art? Art! Are you there? It's Zero!"
No answer. Zero swore out loud.
"Art! Art! Can you hear me?"
Still nothing. Zero started to seriously get worried. He completely drew out his Z-Saber, and it hummed to life as a beam of green light extended form the small handle. He decided to try again.
"Mac! Are you there? Terry! Terry! DAMN!"
Zero swore out loud and looked around. He saw nothing. That's what unnerved him. Zero started to run back the way he had came, hoping to find any clue of what went on. What he found just ruined his day.
"Holy shit!"
Zero stopped suddenly and looked around. Something had come through here. Something silent. Something powerful. He kneeled down, and gave a deep sigh. He looked to his right, and saw Mac, the humanoid reploid lying on the ground. Well, most of him at least. His armor was completely broken and ripped, revealing his skin, and some of his parts were scattered around him. Fluid was everywhere. Also, strangle claw marks covered his body. He looked to his left. He saw Art, the saber-wielding reploid lying there. Looking a little closer, the reploid obviously hadn't gone without a fight. His saber was broken, and his sword arm was ripped off from the elbow. His face was totally mangled, and Zero refused to look at it. The unique helmet that he wore lay next to him, cleaved hastily in half. The rest of his body was mostly intact, except for a gaping hole in his chest, which SERIOUSLY unnerved Zero. He got up. He had to call X.
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BE. SHRK!
Zero jumped back in shock. Something had just shot the comlink right out of his hand, and it fell to the ground with a hole through it. Zero spun around.
"Terry! You're alive! You're. you're. stained in fluid. And. you've got a sword mark and some buster shots on your armor. crap."
Terry smiled, which was eerie in his bat face, and spread his wings, sending a gust of wind, which knocked Zero down.
"Heh. The two others were surprisingly weak. I hope you can change my mood."
Zero got up and spit on the ground.
"I'll change it more than you'd like!"
As Zero spoke, he raised his Z-Saber above him and dashed toward the traitor maverick. Zero slashed down into what he thought was Terry, but was really a holographic after-image. Zero recovered quickly, but was completely taken aback and surprised by the technique Terry had used. Zero tried to turn around, but he felt a kick in his back, and he flew toward a nearby rock. Before he could smash into it, Zero did a forward roll and then did a horizontal slash, splitting the rock in two. Zero got up, and spun around.
"Damn! He's not there."
Zero looked around wildly for any clue to where his enemy was. His only clue was a giant pair of claws flying to his face. It was enough for him. Zero ducked, and brought up his Z-Saber in an upward slash. He heard a grating of metal, and felt his blade cutting through something. He finished the stroke, and turned around. He saw Terry on the ground, clutching what used to be his right wing. Zero put himself in a fighting position. He heard Terry swear.
"Hmm. Nice slash, but bad technique. That was pure luck."
Zero smirked.
"Sure. Then why do I see half of a wing lying on the ground behind me? May be it magically fell off!"
Zero heard Terry snort.
"You'll get what you deserve. I don't need flight to defeat you."
Terry got up, and brushed off his half wing, and turned around, baring his claws. With his teeth showing, Terry looked extremely formidable.
"Let's go!"
Zero dashed again at Terry, but this time he had an idea in mind. Terry smirked, thinking that he could dodge Zero again the same way as he did the first time. As Zero came nearer, Terry, using amazing speed, jumped into the air above him and dashed forward while in midair. Zero, on the other hand, saw Terry in front of him, but this time he knew it was an image. Zero kicked the image instead of slashing it, and while it was disappearing, he suddenly fell straight on his back and stabbed his Z-Saber into the air above him, striking Terry through his left leg. Terry, surprised, couldn't stop his momentum, and his leg went straight through the blade, splitting his leg into two pieces.
"Arrghh!"
Terry flew into the ground, causing a small hole in the mountain ridge. He attempted to get up. He tried to support himself by setting his wing on the ground, but only succeeded in causing himself more pain because of the awkward position. He fell over, falling on his chest in the dust. Zero smiled, and walked toward the fallen maverick. He kneeled down, and looked Terry in the face.
"Had enough?"
The bat-like maverick spit at Zero.
"I'm just getting started."
Before Zero could finish him off, Terry vanished in a beam of light.
"Damn!"
Zero got up, and kicked the ground.
"Crap. I just lost my whole team. I'm having a friggin' bad day. I've got to call X!"
Zero ran to Mac's body and grabbed his com-link. It was smashed under the weight of the body.
"Damn."
Zero ran again, this time to Art's body and searched for a com-link. He found it, smashed up, with claw marks in it.
"Damn traitor. He's making my life a freakin' hell. Now I got to find X on foot."
Zero sighed, and turned off his beam saber. The humming sound stopped, leaving complete silence. Zero stuck the weapon on his side, and ran to the edge of the cliff.
"X, I hope you're all right."
Zero looked to the mechanical fortress, swore out loud, and then turned and jumped into the forest below.
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ZERO KICKED BUTT! I hope you like that action scene. I had a little trouble with it though, but I think I got it down okay. If you have any suggestions, just review and put it in there. I could always use more reviews! Next time, more unveiling of the plot! So keep reading!
-shrapnel
-shrapnel
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Chapter 7
POV = ZERO
PRESENT
Zero leapt up into the air, and drew his Z-Saber. With incredible speed, Zero did a downward slash, cutting the maverick sentry into two pieces. They fell to the ground with a crash as Zero landed with a soft thump. He turned off his Z-Saber with a hum, and he looked around the ridge. His group, consisting of three other reploids, Art, Mac, and Terry, had just encountered a few sentries that had turned maverick. They easily dispatched of them, and no one was seriously injured. Zero was proud. Art, a humanoid reploid, was easily the most normal of the four. He was green and white, his green being where his elbows, knees, boots, gloves, and part of his chest plate was. What set him apart was his helmet. It was a helmet with a visor, covering the whole face. It was designed green and white, and it also had two streaks coming out of it like horns, both colored green for the bottom-half, and white for the top-half. What Zero liked about him was the fact that his weapon of choice was also the Z- Saber. Zero saw he had skill, but nothing close to his. The other reploid, Terry, was an animalistic reploid. Terry was a bat-type reploid, his black wings extending out of his jet-black body. His face was also like a bat, setting him apart from every other reploid. Terry had a unique weapon. His hands were made into razor-sharp claws, and he would go close- range and claw his enemy. He was very adept at his own weapon, so Zero didn't care to ask why he picked such a gruesome weapon. The third reploid, Mac, was a standard Hunter. He had a buster on his left arm, and he was colored purple and black, a humanoid robot. His helmet had a visor over his eyes, and a shark-type purple fin that extended from his helmet. Zero surveyed the area.
"Is everybody okay?"
Nods and grunts were enough for Zero. He didn't want to waste any time.
"Then let's move out."
Zero began to walk, leading the pack. The other three reploids followed, holding up the back of the small curved triangle. As Zero walked, he felt worried. Not about X, not about Sigma, but worried about himself. He felt like he had been here before, he felt he had done something here before. The environment here seemed strangely familiar. Zero felt a sudden feeling of "home", and it confused him. He knew this wasn't his home. Still. the fact remained that Zero felt strangely comfortable here. Zero shook his head, trying to forget the things inside his head. He took a deep breath, and relaxed himself. He turned around.
"Whoa! What the hell?"
Zero had turned around to an empty mountain ridge. A few minutes ago, three reploids had been walking behind him. Zero looked to the left, and then to the right, a sense of wildness in his eyes. Out of habit, his hand slowly slid to his Z-Saber and grasped a hold of it. Zero crouched down. He had already made two conclusions. One, his group had been picked off when he was thinking, and didn't notice it. Two, he had wandered away from the three while he was deep in thought. He prayed that it was his second guess. Zero stared at the ground for any signs of prints. He only saw his. Zero stood up, confused. He got out his com-link and changed it to Art's frequency. The link crackled with static in his ear.
"Art? Art! Are you there? It's Zero!"
No answer. Zero swore out loud.
"Art! Art! Can you hear me?"
Still nothing. Zero started to seriously get worried. He completely drew out his Z-Saber, and it hummed to life as a beam of green light extended form the small handle. He decided to try again.
"Mac! Are you there? Terry! Terry! DAMN!"
Zero swore out loud and looked around. He saw nothing. That's what unnerved him. Zero started to run back the way he had came, hoping to find any clue of what went on. What he found just ruined his day.
"Holy shit!"
Zero stopped suddenly and looked around. Something had come through here. Something silent. Something powerful. He kneeled down, and gave a deep sigh. He looked to his right, and saw Mac, the humanoid reploid lying on the ground. Well, most of him at least. His armor was completely broken and ripped, revealing his skin, and some of his parts were scattered around him. Fluid was everywhere. Also, strangle claw marks covered his body. He looked to his left. He saw Art, the saber-wielding reploid lying there. Looking a little closer, the reploid obviously hadn't gone without a fight. His saber was broken, and his sword arm was ripped off from the elbow. His face was totally mangled, and Zero refused to look at it. The unique helmet that he wore lay next to him, cleaved hastily in half. The rest of his body was mostly intact, except for a gaping hole in his chest, which SERIOUSLY unnerved Zero. He got up. He had to call X.
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BE. SHRK!
Zero jumped back in shock. Something had just shot the comlink right out of his hand, and it fell to the ground with a hole through it. Zero spun around.
"Terry! You're alive! You're. you're. stained in fluid. And. you've got a sword mark and some buster shots on your armor. crap."
Terry smiled, which was eerie in his bat face, and spread his wings, sending a gust of wind, which knocked Zero down.
"Heh. The two others were surprisingly weak. I hope you can change my mood."
Zero got up and spit on the ground.
"I'll change it more than you'd like!"
As Zero spoke, he raised his Z-Saber above him and dashed toward the traitor maverick. Zero slashed down into what he thought was Terry, but was really a holographic after-image. Zero recovered quickly, but was completely taken aback and surprised by the technique Terry had used. Zero tried to turn around, but he felt a kick in his back, and he flew toward a nearby rock. Before he could smash into it, Zero did a forward roll and then did a horizontal slash, splitting the rock in two. Zero got up, and spun around.
"Damn! He's not there."
Zero looked around wildly for any clue to where his enemy was. His only clue was a giant pair of claws flying to his face. It was enough for him. Zero ducked, and brought up his Z-Saber in an upward slash. He heard a grating of metal, and felt his blade cutting through something. He finished the stroke, and turned around. He saw Terry on the ground, clutching what used to be his right wing. Zero put himself in a fighting position. He heard Terry swear.
"Hmm. Nice slash, but bad technique. That was pure luck."
Zero smirked.
"Sure. Then why do I see half of a wing lying on the ground behind me? May be it magically fell off!"
Zero heard Terry snort.
"You'll get what you deserve. I don't need flight to defeat you."
Terry got up, and brushed off his half wing, and turned around, baring his claws. With his teeth showing, Terry looked extremely formidable.
"Let's go!"
Zero dashed again at Terry, but this time he had an idea in mind. Terry smirked, thinking that he could dodge Zero again the same way as he did the first time. As Zero came nearer, Terry, using amazing speed, jumped into the air above him and dashed forward while in midair. Zero, on the other hand, saw Terry in front of him, but this time he knew it was an image. Zero kicked the image instead of slashing it, and while it was disappearing, he suddenly fell straight on his back and stabbed his Z-Saber into the air above him, striking Terry through his left leg. Terry, surprised, couldn't stop his momentum, and his leg went straight through the blade, splitting his leg into two pieces.
"Arrghh!"
Terry flew into the ground, causing a small hole in the mountain ridge. He attempted to get up. He tried to support himself by setting his wing on the ground, but only succeeded in causing himself more pain because of the awkward position. He fell over, falling on his chest in the dust. Zero smiled, and walked toward the fallen maverick. He kneeled down, and looked Terry in the face.
"Had enough?"
The bat-like maverick spit at Zero.
"I'm just getting started."
Before Zero could finish him off, Terry vanished in a beam of light.
"Damn!"
Zero got up, and kicked the ground.
"Crap. I just lost my whole team. I'm having a friggin' bad day. I've got to call X!"
Zero ran to Mac's body and grabbed his com-link. It was smashed under the weight of the body.
"Damn."
Zero ran again, this time to Art's body and searched for a com-link. He found it, smashed up, with claw marks in it.
"Damn traitor. He's making my life a freakin' hell. Now I got to find X on foot."
Zero sighed, and turned off his beam saber. The humming sound stopped, leaving complete silence. Zero stuck the weapon on his side, and ran to the edge of the cliff.
"X, I hope you're all right."
Zero looked to the mechanical fortress, swore out loud, and then turned and jumped into the forest below.
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ZERO KICKED BUTT! I hope you like that action scene. I had a little trouble with it though, but I think I got it down okay. If you have any suggestions, just review and put it in there. I could always use more reviews! Next time, more unveiling of the plot! So keep reading!
-shrapnel