Written by Globefishpoison
(Notes: First story for me. I thought it would be sort of interesting to see things from the point of view from the citizens of Neo Arcadia. Chapter one is short. I'm not sure of what other kind of people I should include in the story. If you review this, advice is appreciated. Thanks!)
(Disclaimer: I never made up the concept of "megaman", Capcom did.)
Chapter One
Kai
X suggested we keep journals to document our new lives in Neo Arcadia. It's hard to believe that the Maverick Wars are over. They've waged on for what seems like an eternity, but now it looks like mankind has been blessed with some long-deserved peace. My reploid Karos and I were ecstatic when we saw our new apartment in Neo Arcadia. It had the works! The place came with a fully automated kitchen and bathroom including a G-K3 robo-chef, multi-panel Promethium screen televisions in the living room and bedroom! Oh man, there was just so much stuff! Karos was especially glad that he would never have to cook again. I've never been handy in the kitchen. Once I tried making waffles and I started a fire that burnt half of the old apartment complex…….
No one was hurt though, I swear.
But I can't believe how things are looking up for all of us. We've had so many hardships through this war. My father died in his own backyard when the mavericks launched and air assault on our city. The explosion from a bomb took out the whole block. My mother was visiting relatives in another town; when the news reached her, she had a heart attack and was put into the hospital. My sister's factory was attacked also. Her legs were caked with shrapnel from explosions and were amputated, but hey, now she has two brand new shiny metal ones! Sorry, I really shouldn't laugh about something like that.
Karos and I lived in constant fear just a few years ago. You could be at the grocery store and a maverick might decide to pick off some "flesh bags" for target practice. Thankfully we've never actually encountered a maverick or have been hurt by an attack. Tomorrow Karos and I go to work for our new jobs. We're making weapons for Neo Arcadia's forces. We'll definitely be able to defend ourselves now.
Arianne
Neo Arcadia isn't a bad deal considering the alternative: living in chaos courtesy of a bunch of maverick bastards. It took X long enough to end this stupid war. Thanks to the maverick confrontation he had on the roof of an office building, my company collapsed. It killed nearly everyone who worked there, including the executives. I used to be an executive at Gauss Corp. We made tanks, but when the mavericks wanted in on some of our technology, our CEO told them no. They started causing all sorts of trouble when a bunch of maverick hunters showed up. The rest is history. The survivors were too frenzied and scared to care about Gauss Corp. anymore, and our busy government could care less whether we made tanks or not. They weren't buying weapons from our company, so why should they?
I've spent the final years of the Maverick Wars floating from job to job. My restlessness would keep causing me to quit and move on from city to city. My family? They all died out when I was still a kid. My foster parents were real assholes. You know, they're the kind who goes to their kid's volleyball games and shouts and screams and spits at their child because they aren't playing good enough. The best was never enough for my foster parents. If my report card wasn't straight A's, I lost all privileges. So, my childhood was a pain in the ass, but I guess their perfectionism rubbed off on me a little bit. That's what helped me become an executive at Gauss Corp. So what if some people thought I was a bitch? If it meant another digit in my salary, I don't care.
Right now I'm sitting here in my new "state of the art" apartment. Not bad, but I had a better condo when I was an executive. God, I miss my old job. I miss my best friend. Her name was Sara. I met her after the building collapsed. The paramedics hauled my carcass out of the rubble and off to the hospital. Sara was in the same recovery room as me. I found out she had been injured by the maverick attack too. Sara was new at Gauss, just a mail room worker. When she told me that she'd never seen me at the building I laughed. Why would she, a mail room worker? I was a high level exec. After we started talking to each other, I'd found out we had a lot in common. Sara was an only child like me, her parents passed away at an early age, we even had the same favorite dessert. She kept in touch with me after I was released from the hospital.
We were such good friends….
Until a maverick killed her.