Chapter 6

Sigma led Skullman out of the ruins, into the dark night. The moon was full, and the stars shining. Skullman looked up to the sky, watching the dark clouds roll by, coveirng the light of the full moon. He looked back at Sigma, and nodded. Sigma nodded back, and led him to a vehicle of sorts. It looked like a car, or at least what he thought might have looked like one. However the vehicle had no wheels, and on the underside was what he thought might be repulsors to keep this "hovercraft" afloat, as it was. Sigma led Skullman to the craft, open the door on the side, and offered Skullman to step in first.

Skullman steps in, a little cautious of what might happen, looking around the interior, inspecting it for any danger. Once he feels semi satisfied with his safety, he sits down and is joined by Sigma. The large reploid waves his hand over a console in front of him, and the craft jerked into motion, and began to move on its own. A automated vehicle, Skullman thought. The craft sped from the ruins and entered the outskirts of what appeard to be a ancient city. Skullman looked out the window, trying to see the suroundings.

He never got he chance to actually go outside. But this was not the way he wanted to see it. All he saw was years of corosion. He didn't know if this was Russia or not. He could have only assumed that he was moved. He couldn't tell. Hopefully the answers would come to him soon.



Sigma looked over at Skullman, and grinned softly to himself, reveling in his prize. He was surprised that the robot fell for his ploy. Alas...perhaps his other qualities will dwarf his mental abilities, he thought. Skullman noticed Sigma watching him, and gazed back with his glowing red eyes, peering into Sigma's wide blue ones, trying to read him, but to no avail. Sigma simply offered Skullman a smile, making him wonder what exactly was in Sigma's demented mind. That was one thing he plans on finding out as well.

The hovercraf slowly came to a stop. Skullman looked outside of the window, trying to see the destination. It was an old, run down warehouse. The building itself was caroded, and run down. Rust adorend any metal parts of the structure. Skullman was surprised at the buildings stability, as it looked as if it could crumble at any minute. Sigma approached the run down building, and went to a rusted door. He gripped the handle, which Skullman was sure would rip off at the slightes tug, yet it didn't as Sigma opened the door.

The rusty door opened up with a loud creak. Skullman found it odd that he liked the sound, and made note of it. He walked to the door, and stepped him, after Sigma said "You first". Sigma followed Skullman in, shutting the door with. Skullman almost chuckled at the finality of the creaking, and the actual shutting of the door, as if they chimed his doom. Skullman adjusted his optical sensors, taking a good look in the dark. No lights on...he wondered why. He soon found out as a flash of light expelled the darkness, revealing what was wanting to be hidden. He saw hundreds of reploids in the warehouse. All of them with menacing, and blood thirsty glares. All focused on Skullman.

Sigma steped in front of Skullman, as if to sheild him from the glares. He held his hands up, stopping any jeering that might come from the reploids, and spoke up.

"Brothers, sisters! Today will mark a tremendous occation, in which we have gained a new comrade in arms! My fellow Mavericks, I present to you..."

Sigma steped away from Skullman, and pointed to him, as if he was showing of his new trophy.

"Skullman X!"

The crowd of Mavericks yelled, and jeered. They hollerd, and screamed, applauding their masters new find. Many of the came close to peer at the new comer. Sigma grinned, and placed a hand on one of the reploids that approached him, and whisperd something to him. the reploid nodded, and walked away with great haste. Skullman tried to listen, but the voices of the others threw his audio systems off. He sighed softly, letting the throng of Mavricks approach him. Sigma then once again raised his hands, and spoke.

"Now now...let him rest. I'm sure he will answer any, and all questions after he has had the chance to get his head cleared."

The throng back off, like roaches scuttleing into the darkness. Skullman took one step forward. They all stepped back. Were they afraid of him, or their masters wraith, he wondered. Sigma walked over to Skullman, and spoke.

"Come, I shall find you a place here to stay."

Skullman nodded, and followed Sigma, as the Maverick leader lead him out of the main room, and to what appeard to be the warehouse storage room. Sigma walked to one side of the wall, which was tiled, and pressed a tile near the middle of the wall. On the other end, the wall there lifted up, revealing a door. The door then opened, which showed an elevator, obviously leading down.

Sigma walked to the elevator, and turned to Skullman, a smirk on his face.

"Welcome to the Mavericks."

Skullman nodded softly. He followed Sigma into the elevator, watching the doors shut. He felt the jerkof the elevator, and then its descent. It seemed forever to Skullman, but he guessed it was only a few minuets when they reached their destenation. The doors opened to reveal a more elaborate facility then what was above in the ware house. Many more Mavericks were here, along with mechanoids. He looked around, watching each reploid, seeing them move, seeing their actions. He looked them in the eyes, and saw hatred, darkness, and evil. He began to understand that he was in the base of the worlds greatest threat...and he just joined them.

Author's Note: Well...we just crossed into a part of the story which I haven't even made comics for yet. Will I make them? Most likely. But I will also continue the fic. Anyways, I hope you all have enjoyed reading this, so far, as I have in writing it. I look forward to any comments, and suggestions as well.