"WHAT?! That was never supposed to happen!" Dr. Wily bounced up and down like a chimpanzee at the monitors. The connection with the virus had been indecisive on putting up a screensaver, grey, white, black...
The festering lab was only lit by the handful of dying computers. Moulds had made the edges of the frames their nesting ground and most had already conquered the best parts.
Drip, drip, drip, the pipes had been leaking over the room where their copper rings had oxidized. Puddles rippled tenderly as they collide. Their voices raced smoothly to the walls and get directed to receptors which appreciate their presence.
"I'm BROKE! No robots to help me steal money, damn! I knew I should have kept the wretched puppy outside; he ruined everything!" He cried like a 3 month old baby who just love to cry for attention.
"NO! It ain't over! This ain't over Zero, not by a long shot! I can sell these junk computers and get me parts! With them, I'll build my final robot for real! Yes, yes, I have the ultimate idea for this robot! One that will be my true successor, force Zero be back on my side no matter how and make sure that the world fear my name! Gya hah ha hah ha!" His laughter erupted throughout the hallways, traveled for days to finally reach Rock's ears as a mere random whisper of the playful wind.
Rock was in a lab coincidentally too. He had returned from his victim's burial site, deep within a lush forest with only an erected stone to display the details which Rock scribbled with one of his finer tipped plasma shots. The laboratory was amazingly alive with diligent computers and unaffected by Zero's 'spring cleaning.'
The wires crazily swept across the dimensions of the lab, creating a vibrant web radiating from a capsule. It wasn't the fresh air in there which invited Rock to enter, but what did the trick was the curiousity to examine the contents.
"Dear brother...," Rock rested his cheek on the slanted glass and eased his eyelids. "Dad said that you can only be activated after 30 years of tests, to make sure that you won't end up like Bass and definitely not that Devil!" He scraped the glass, producing a screech. Grinning dreamily, Rock pressed himself onto the capsule of a dormant armored teen.
"I'm not sure if I will be there for you, but I will kill the devil for us, for our father! Please, the future peace depends on you." Rock purred and napped over his brother and left a sentence before he drifted off. "I hope that this is your cradle, not... (Yawn)... coffin..."
Calenders blinked as the sleepy earth drew itself into another century...sleepy because no one had ever seen or heard any trace of robots with free-will... the thing was, no one wish to end up having another Mega-wipe-out City...
21XX:
"Hey, erm...you over there! Get over here and fuel my land chaser." A well- built reploid summoned a delicate blue reploid who was attending to a dismantled weapon. Immediately, he dropped his job and rushed excitedly for the Maverick Hunter Commander.
The commander towered over the jumpy rookie hunter and slapped on a slightly upset face. "S.sir?" The inferior questioned nervously. The tense atmosphere suddenly changed as the commander laughed and patted the blue machine on his back, "Ha ha, don't look so sad, the last time which you are slacking around here, er... what's your name?"
"X...X... ...am I fired? But Sigma sir, I haven't done anything wrong, did I?" His hands shook and knocked the fuel gun continuously against the cylinder's rim, scattering black liquid on his armor.
A magnanimous laughter blew X away, "no, X, I knew how much you wanted to be a hunter, so I got the papers done for you!"
"I...I'm going to be an official Maverick Hunter?! Thank you sir, thank you sir! If there's ever anything..." Before X finished his silly promise, Sigma cut him off with his sandy voice.
"Hush now, just make me proud!" He jogged out of the garage for his next mission. "Remember X!"
X tripped his tongue even more, "o, of, of course commander Sigma, I will do my best!"
The heavy gates ended their exchange of comments. Hunters of all shapes, sizes... and species slide out from under the more heavily damaged vehicles. "X! Remember to do the same to us when you get promoted to commander!" One joked. "You're so lucky, no more garage duties. Well, that depends...anyway; just make sure that the Mavericks won't get us before they have shredded you to the point of no return!"
"I will, I will... I don't know what to say right now..." X pleaded to his colleagues.
"Easy there, you better go report for your first mission now, and drop by if you have the time. I know how busy being a hunter is." A dolphin-like female reploid saved him by shoving him out of the garage. "Good luck, X!" a united cheer boomed and muffled as the titanic doors came together again.
X blinked blankly, at a snail's pace, still processing the events before an announcement came through the speakers. "All available hunters please report to the bridge." Based on his memory, he sprinted at the right direction, reminding himself of the time when he lost his way and met commander Sigma at the bridge. He also expected the mission to be less suicidal than those received by the Special A rank which he heard as stories during garage breaks.