Disclaimer: Well heck, If I owned Rockman, Temichal and a lot of other would be starring right now... And Axl would have his own series. But I'm pretty sure I've already said that. XD

Temichal: Really? You'd do that for me? (Pronounced: Temi-kal)

Uzu: No.

Temichal: Awwww!

Uzu: Axl! My baby! (cries) Why game designers, why?

"Hmmmm? X?" Knocking twice, the female reploid stood at the entrance of the Hunter's HQ. She ported a light pink t-shirt with black faded jeans. Her long turquoise hair was curled up in a bun, which was very unusual to see on her. Getting tired off having no responce, she glared angrily at the camara that was watching the entrance doggedly. Tutting she turned her back on the door.

"Hmpth. Never had to wait to enter before. Wonder why nobody's answering?" As she went to walk away, a click resounded behind her. Turning her head she gazed at the now open metallic doors. A crackle from the speaker under the camara made her jump slightly.

"I'm very sorry Marino. I only realised that the intercom was ringing two seconds ago. We've been working our butts off in the R&D lab."

"Perfectly fine." Walking in, the female reploid undid her bun.

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The laboratory room was brightly lit. As she strided in, Marino could see Palette hunched over one of the long metallic desks. She was tinkering with various components, mumbling as she bore away at her work.

"Hey sport. How's it going?"

Looking up, Palette sighed heavily. "Not very well actually."

Taken a back by the responce, Marino inquired further as she glanced around the room to find the other navigators. "Why not?"

"We've picked up signals of several sites that are under attack. The 7th and 0th units have already been sent out, but they are starting to have problems without the guidance of their respective leaders. But..."

"Hmm?" Looking back at the young navigator, Marino could sense that something grave was happening.

"... The enemy is only one person. In each area."

"What! No way! But how could an army,- How could an army be struggling against one person! It's not logical! I understand if it was Redips but-" The pink ninja imeadiately fell silent as Palette held up her hand.

"I've think you've guessed it."

"What?... No..." Falling into a nearby chair, Marino rubbed the side of her face. This has to be a dream! A horrible nightmare! We already took care of the bastard.

Clicking a remote button, Palette let a TV monitor switch on. The display on the news was short, but it sufficed. Marino could only try to breath as she witnessed what was happening in the east side of the islands.

"Hello and welcome to the Cyber-Op news channel. I'm Cindy Mackfaerland, here to bring you the latest news. The eastern part of the Giga City islands has been under attack. The Maverick Hunter HQ has sent out reinforcements with our naval and air force. But the battle is still going on. My sources say the enemy is a sole reploid."

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Eastern Parts of Island: 10: 02 AM

Launching a handfull of grenades, the slick formed reploid dodged yet another assault of missiles. Closing his wings tightly to his body, he began to plumet. A mid breath from the ground, he re-opened them once again, and darted up towards the sky. The red and black pattern of his armor almost blending him in with the explosions of the firery missiles.

The fighter planes zipped and barrel rolled to intercept him. He knew only the Hunter's men would do such a daring feat with a mechanical object. Unleashing a barrage of fire missiles for cover, he flew over the wings of the fighter jets. With great froce he drove his elbows into each of the planes' wings, causing them to explode, forcing the jets to do spirally nose dives.

Before another volley of missiles were blown his way. He yet again dived, but this time for the ocean.

As the wave of his decent pushed the foot soldiers back a few steps, he pierced the water.

Winking to his partner, they gave each other a high five. The army only 'thought' it was 'one'.

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Western Parts of Island, Further on Mertel Islands: 10:25 AM

"Put your backs into it! DIG! If I don't get what I need within the hour all your salaries will be cut by half!" Green and black visor glimering in the sun, the general watched over the two scores of diggers he had engaged. They worked tirelessly, churning up any rock, or formation of sand they could lay their mechanical shovels or pickaxes to. They didn't quite care what this was for, as long as they would be payed, that was the agreement.

"Sir! I have your report!"

Turning his head sideways to look at the messenger reploid, he nodded. "Speak."

"The diversion attack in the east is working perfectly. Zecanna and Tailos are keeping the 7th and 0th units at bay." Chuckling slightly the reploid added, "My I would have expected better from the Hunters, wouldn't you sir?"

Returning the grin, the general chuckled, "Yes, it seems even the most powerful of their ranks can't beat some of my elite. Continue, what about my other team?"

Giving a respectful salute the yellow and blue messenger reploid replied, "They're mid way up the tower. It will take them another 15 minutes until they get to their objective. Justifz and Medival are working past the security." Beginning to leave, the reploid was halted by an arm.

"Wait, give me Zepheeleus' location."

Smiling somewhat sadistically, the reploid relayed the information, almost gleefuly. "He's almost reached the Quantom Cloud region furthest to the east part of the sea. He's estimated to arrive in 20 minutes, if all goes according to plan you'll have a map of the region by tonight."

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Exact moment, Around the outskirts of Quantom Cloud, the City in the Sky.

A lone green figure slipped across the sky. His armor was made of a light metal alloy, allowing him to access the skies much easierly. He dipped between and under thick white clouds. His green wings were jaged and fixed, and held a silver insignia of a sideways triangle. All his armour was a bright electric green, except for his arms, legs, middle torso and neck, which was covered by a gray jumpsuit. His helmet had two seperate mini wings, as jaged as his real ones. A green visor covered the top part of his face until his nose. He wore a chest plate style armor, and wore fan-styled boots.(check my picture when it's up

"Soon brother, we'll meet again. I'll map the city out, and then you won't have a chance to defend the one thing you love!"

The figure raced through a cloud.

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Western Parts of Island, Further on Mertel Islands: 10:31 AM

A curved grin forming on his lips, the general only muttered the words "Perfect..." as the other reploid left to recheck his information.

"Soon those metals will be mine." Noticing that a few of the digger reploids had taken the cance to slack off, he shouted hoarsly at them.

"PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

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Central Tower (dun dun dun...o0)

"Are we there yet?" Clawing his way up the vertical building, the bounty hunter stopped to take a rest.

"You have 17 more meters to go Justifz. Then you'll be able to access a window."

Looking down at the market places, trying not to be blown away by the wind, the light blue reploid sighed. "Why do I get stuck in such messes?"

"Because you're willing to earn the money."

"Shut up." Came the reply to the torrents of laughter that came from his navigator. Justifz always enjoyed having Medival dictate to him his missions. They had a lot in comon. "I hope you're fixing something about the security system."

As he took another pull upwards his communicator crackled. "Of course I will. What on earth do you think I'm doing? Listening to your beautiful voice?"

"Hehehe, I knew you ladies couldn't resist me."

"Oh grow up."

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Marino had been pacing for quite a few minutes. She had already phoned Dr. Gaudile and Massimo to warn them of the upcoming war. As she waited impatiently for their arrival, Nana tried to hand her a cup of tea.

"Please, Marino. Worrying yourself like this won't do any good. Massimo and Gaudile are on their way, and Layer and Alia are helping out the 7th and 0th units in the next room." Having the tea pushed towards her for the umpteenth time, the calm navigator sighed.

"I can't relax, there must be something I can do! But I can't do it, UNTIL MASSIMO AND DR. GAUDILE ARRIVE." Gritting her teeth savagely, she turned away from the two navigators. "I hate feeling helpless!"

"The let's do something about that!"

"I heard my name, you calling us?"

All three girls turned around to face the proffesor and his assistant. Smiles of warmth and gladness bloomed on their faces.

"It's about time!"

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"So, you can make it work?"

Leaning over the scraps of metal that littered his desk, Dr. Pratt answered annoyedly. "Yes, yes, now let me work would you?" A few seconds passed when a gasp came from his throat.

"Here you go kids. It's fully functional!"

"Great!" Steping up to the desk, Axl hit the button to switch on the device. The words 'Please put in coordinates' lit up the box's LCD screen. Not wasting a moment, axl punched in the code.

'Message comencing'

"Alia? Layer, Palette, Nana? You there?"

The fuzzy sound of the air waves danced within the box. They waited for any responce, but two minutes had already passed and nothing had come through.

Fustratedly Axl shouted at Pratt. "I thought you said this thing would work!"

Giving him a scowl, the older reploid retorted. "Don't blame me because your frineds haven't responded back!"

Axl was about to counter the doctor's coment, when a faint hissing rang from the device.

"Axl? Axl! Axl? Are you there? Axl!"

"Nana! I have to give you some information!"

"Where on earth are you? We've been looking all over for you! Is Cinnamon with you?"

"Yes, Cinnamon's with me. We decided to follow X, good job too, you see-"

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Central Tower, same moment.

"Yes, Cinnamon's with me. We decided to follow X, good job too, you see-"

Kirsssssssssssssssssssss.

"What? What on earth?" Turning to Palette, Nana worriedly shouted to her collegue. "The transmission's been cut short!"

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Central Tower, same moment.

"Heh heh... How's that?"

"Perfect Justifz, now cut the second dark blue wire, that should allow you to be able to go into any room."

"Very well." Taking a dark blue wire from the power box outlet, he slitted it with a hand dagger.

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Central Tower, same moment.

Everyone in the room tried to help Nana and Palette as they ran a search for the problem in the transmission.

"Oh it's useless!" Massimo whined. "The powers been cut! There's nothing we can do!"

Imeadiately Palette and Nana stared at him.

"The power's cut!"

"Ya, I learned a few new things with Dr. Gaudile teaching me." Embarrassed, Massimo rubbed the back of his head. "But he really is a good teacher."

"No, not you! The power's been cut, that means some one has tampered with the control box!" Shouted Palette.

"Hun?" Now it was Massimo's turn to stare at them idly.

Nana glanced at anything in the room that would give her an explanation as to who had cut the power, when her eyes caught a flash of blue run past the door.

"Hey, you stop!"

The little troop followed Nana as she raced out of the room to stop the perpatraitor. They ran until they got to a little room.

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"Hurry, place the bomb two more inches to the left. My calculations predict that the damage will spread more evenly."

Picking up the LCD timer, Justifz started to type the final countdown.

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"Stop! Thief!" Arriving to a small room, Nana gasped at the figure that was standing over a neat little package.

"What!" Looking up, the blue reploid saw the rest of the reploids form a sort of barricade in front of the only exit.

"Justifz, what's wrong?"

Keeping his voice low, he spoke into the comunicator. "I've run into some trouble." 17 seconds should be enough. Typing the final password, he threw the device down and broke into a run.

"What the..!" The sniper jumped over, and zoomed around their heads by rickochaying off the walls.

Nana had no more time to say her sentence as she aspied the little box on the ground, "Everyone quick! It's a bomb, run!"

No sooner than they had grabbed the other two navigators and run down two flights of stairs, the top floor exploded, shattering all windows and support beams above them.

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"Nice work."

Hanging off the side of the building by a fastened rope, the reploid ran a finger by his cheek.

"No problem."

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Uzu: Random people keep getting added to this.. I never expected to have a messenger reploid. Oh well, the characters seem to evolve so much that I can't control them ;. I'm glad to have continued this. Justifz, though has to be one of my favs.. heheheh Now I must go draw messenger reploid. Yays.