The sun rolled onto earth, submerging the metropolis into a vermilion ocean. Hectic humans quickened their paces with their family in mind. No one noticed the slight protrusion on the skyline. Following the usual solid concrete structure, the shadow took one last glance before it dived for the next roof and spied no more.
Undetectable by mortal eyes, the figure collided into the shade cast by a rock formation outside the city limits, fixing its optics upon the hunter striding by.
The idling hunter lazily slumped onto a rock which a platform and thought out loud, "What? This is just a false alarm! There's no suspicious character here, in fact, nothing is alive within these rock formations." He leaned and dropped his guard.
A dark, heavy cloud drew over them, while the shadow backed away to bring him into strike range. Once comfortable, it growled silently and went in for a kill.
"Hey! No, my buster, you are going to pay for it you little puppy! Ahhh!"
A pillar of light broke through the passing weary cloud and the original colours slowly revisited the site. However, the hunter was the only thing which changed drastically.
"Commander Gamma, it came from that rock formation!" A military-clad hunter called out and readied his buster. Within seconds, the reploid-in-command jogged up to his subordinate's side with the rest of the troop scurrying behind. The scout pointed at the direction from which the cry originated from. Without any thinking, he went forth to be greeted by the gory sight of his dismantled hunter.
"That Maverick, I'll deal with it personally, tell the troop to stay. This wouldn't take too long." After reassuring the rank B rookies, Gamma advanced steadily deeper into the rock formations. A few turns in the maze later, he found himself at the entrance of an abandoned storage facility. By pressing his palm against a pad, the embedded building granted his access and released the locks on the gargantuan 'hell' gates. 'The Mavericks doesn't want us to find something important to them; they are guarding too ferociously.' He thought while the dusty air all rushed out at once.
The doors prevented further entries and left Gamma alone to his work. His boots pounded hardly on the worn out tiles as stood his ground. He was confronted by two glowing-yellow glares; the shadow was guarding something.
"Hmm...I've never seen such a model of reploid before, but I can tell that most of its parts are outdated, should be easy to handle." He waved and agreed to have a tussle with the sturdy 'Maverick'. The shadow shed the dark 'cloak' and revealed its body proudly as it did for over a hundred years ago. A purple wolf took form and darted for Gamma's throat. Gamma felt the gush of air pressuring his way and a lightning quick reflex; he caught the neck of the 'torpedo.' The commander simply swung it into a stack of armored crates. The old wolf whimpered and slipped into a comma.
Gamma snorted at its designs, "what an outdated Maverick. This just shows how desperate the Maverick virus is nowadays! Now let's see what it was guarding so dearly from the hunters."
He burrowed into the endless storage until he found an inactivated reploid which must have been thrown recklessly into the crates. "Poor kid, he must have been the hunter which we sent here to investigate last week." Gamma popped an energy-fuel can out of his leg holster and fed the reploid.
The energy traveled throughout the reploid and jolted him back to conscious. He pushed Gamma far from him and reached for his weapon but was disappointed by the absence.
His files only wanted to get rid of everything, living or breathing. They drove him at Gamma, and a battle for the strongest began.
"Damn, he must have been infected. Well, he shouldn't be that hard, and considering that he is a kid after all." However, what all his assumptions were opposed by the speed of the Maverick; he could not keep track of his movements and was forced to give up on that tactic. Breaking free from his stance, he tried to gain a higher ground but a brutal jerk at his leg spoiled his efforts and tore it off. His chin slammed first, followed by his body. The Maverick threw the wasted part onto the highest stack of crates where it hit the head of the rookie hunter whom they sent there the week before.
Gamma squeezed his cheeks with his forehead and heaved himself over to his back when the Maverick got too close and fastened the Maverick under the burden of his weight. The Maverick let a little squeak escape his lips but reacted immediately and stuck his hand beneath the position of Gamma's heart. Gamma was aware of the change on the Maverick's arm and struggled to stand, only to find his leg unable to support that action. The buster was fully arranged and a shot blasted through his metallic heart, rendering his whole life into a blur and ending it right there and then. Fortunately, he managed to send one last distress signal to his troop and they ran with their tails between their legs.
Author: Thanks for that encouragement blueknightX14, I really needed that. :)