The Black Room

Across the continent, in an area deep within the Neo-Arcadian territories, there resided a rundown factory district that had been long since forgotten... Within one of these factories, there was a secret that would turn the tides of the newest war to come... The war to come that would be the trial of fire that would eternally dampen the hopes of the future to come... Before the end, though, a choice would be made that would darken the fate of Reploids... and change the race forever...

The silent chirp of machines knocked around a blackened room as error messages popped upon the darkened computer screens... Dust had collected on the tables and it was sizable but the secrets here were still greater... Although long forgotten in the sands of time, this lab was still functioning somehow and the minimal power supply gave enough to the systems to keep this experiment running... Yet for how long was still questionable... As this slow stream of energy flowed, the derelict facility laid in complete eclipse without being touched by anything... as it slowly decayed... However, whether it be spite or fate, the room, some hundred feet underground, still remained in one piece... Abused by time, the structure was as creepy as it was dark... With various items strewn on the table, there laid several discarded medical instruments and several broken monitors... Not too far from the discarded medical devices and some distance from the monitors, glowing slightly, there slept the one secret of which would turn the tides... forever... Yet to which side his allegiance was owed would still have to be seen...

Hidden in the meager silence, under the continuous drip of the leaking ceiling, a capsule, with a steady stream of pressurized air blowing out of it, rested without being disturbed. By the looks of the disheveled capsule, it had been here for some number of years and had not been upkept... for the need of the warrior inside had long since passed... His eyes shifted behind his eyelids as the nightmares of his former life flooded his consciousness... His time had come and the resurrection of him would restart the Maverick Wars long since forgotten...

As the monitors continued their error messages, the codes on the capsule read green and was readying to release its occupant... Laying deep within the forgotten boundaries of Neo Arcadia, the lab was once a house of many top secret projects that were hidden from its unsuspecting populace. It was this project that would come to life and renew the fighting in this world of the future... It was this project that would change the future of Reploidom.... for the worse...

With a loud resounding click, the many computers in front of the capsule came to life as they continued to check the life signs of the creature contained within... Then with another loud click, a series of error messages again flooded the dimly lit screens as the whole room shook and the capsule glowed no more... It had seemed the lab could not wait anymore and had to release its entry into the fight above... for soon it would be too late...

The tremors seeming to increase, the subject in the capsule could almost sense it as he tried to regain consciousness from his years of slumber.... While the lab started to collapse around him, the lid of the capsule hissed open and fell off its hinges as the occupant's azure eyes strained under the darkness in the room... Leaping from his capsule, he vanished in a whiz of light as the lab caved in... He had barely made his escape and now he was free... He was free to roam the world above and make a difference once more... but what difference he would make was yet to be seen...

Standing upon firm ground, he was almost jarred off of his feet with the memories that were still foreign to him... He stared off into the distance as the morning sun peaked over the clouds... The light reflected off of his sapphire eyes as he slowly saw flashes of a life he had not known about... The echoes of a life, where he had once done so much good, were lost to him but all that he knew now was that he was here in the present... Shuddering slightly, he stood on the roadside trying to remember what brought him here... The man stood with his hands in front of his face and stared at them... He remembered how they once could make a difference in the world but now all they did was shake nervously as he made a meek fist... A single tear streaked down his cheek as he remembered how he fought for justice once... but now that justice had been lost... giving way to this bastardization of everything he had stood for... Everything that he had done was lost and every hope he stood for was twisted... condemning the future of everything to come...

Drying the corner of his eye, he leapt forward as he wandered the desert hills alone... He had no recollection of who he was or what he had left to fight for... He had lost that sense long ago... It was all pointless... He remembered names and faces of people who had died ages ago but he did not know who they were... Their voices were alive in his mind and haunted him... Shutting his eyes, he could see their faces and hear them...

"I love you," the voice of a familiar female called.

"You're the best friend a guy could hope for," a man called to him as he faded away.

"Return to base," A formal masculine voice yelled, "Eurasia was a diversion!"

"Who am I?" the lone warrior pondered to himself, "Why was I built? Why am I here?"

"You're the hero.... Who gave of himself long ago to bring new life to this world..." a voice, much like his own, chimed, "You're the Ancient hero who stood on the brink of devastation as hordes of foes came to destroy you and your great world... You're the one who almost 100 years ago stopped the world from being destroyed in the final battle against evil.... You alone defeated this evil... known as Sigma... You are the last hope and very life of this world... You and I are one and the same... You are Mega Man X... Arise... Let the truth be known for soon... you will be needed once more... to right a wrong that I overlooked nearly a century ago..."