Greetings, this will be my first completed fic to actually get posted on the web! And it's also my first attempt at a one shot. I'm so proud of myself wipes away a tear So, on with the disclaimers!

I don't own Rockman/Megaman. I don't own RockmanX/MegamanX. I don't own any of the characters or plots or ideas related to the series either and make no money from this. Darn! It's purely for my own enjoyment to write and post this. Liking it or not is up to you. And so, let the fic begin! D See if you can guess who it's about.

System reboot initializing.

Systems check...

Huh? Wha? I'm rebooting? When did I deactivate?

Damage found. Classification: extensive

Extensive damage? That's a new classification. The awakening robot grimaced inwardly as a rather long list of damages to his body and their affects on his systems began compiling in his mind. I'll just let the auto repair kick in, I need to figure out where I am and fast.

Auto repair initiated.

Warning: damage is too extensive for auto repair alone. Manual repair recommended.

Yeah right, I've seen that message before.

Wake up mode initiated.

The world came nearly into focus as the robot's audio and visual receptors came online; the tactile sensory system was lagging behind a little. He didn't need to open his eyes, seemingly having shut off unexpectedly and without following the proper shut down procedures. The very damaged robot tried to focus more clearly on his surroundings, but he couldn't seem to get beyond a haze in his vision and hearing. The visor over his eyes was broken on the left side, leaving one eye revealed to the world. Apparently the haziness was a film of dust and dirt over the exposed eye. How long have I been inactive? The query was mostly rhetorical as his internal chronometer has incredibly buggy.

The robot sat up to get a better look at his surroundings and to see the damage to himself. He was just looking over his grimy, faded armor when his hearing seemed to clear up a little. Either some sort of dirt shifted with his body or his auto repair was doing better then it thought it would. He could now hear what sounded like a few people walking through the rubble that surrounded him far as the one good eye could see. The damaged robot looked around and to his relief saw a part of his armor less than a meter away from him. It was just close enough for him to reach without putting to much strain on his creaking joints. Geez, from how stiff I am you'd think I'd been out a hundred years! He grabbed the piece of armor, a dirty and worn shield about the same color as his armor, and pulled it in close when he heard the unknown persons start talking.

"Hey, something's moving over there!" A voice said a bit loudly, perhaps from nerves.

"It can't be anything too dangerous. The commander went ahead with the rest of the unit, we're just cleaning up whatever they leave behind." The second voice sounded bored and a bit offended at the same time.

The damaged robot froze in place, hoping that by not moving the two voices and their owners would just over look him. It seemed today wasn't his lucky day. "Look there! Armor!" The first voice again, definitely nervous.

"Now wait, we don't know if it's a maverick or not." The damaged robot wanted to turn to look at the newcomers, presumably human from the tone of their voices, but thought they sounded a bit too trigger happy to risk it. He listened intently as the two walked right up to him, one kicking gently at the shield.

The robot didn't respond to their poking at all, a small upside to being nearly too stiff and dirt encrusted to move. Then one of the people got right in front of the damaged robot to look at his face. If that is human, he's wearing some heavy looking armor. Indeed the figure was wearing armor from head to toe with a blaster attached to his right arm just like any robot the damaged one had ever known.

The armored stranger peered closely at the damaged robot, then jumped back fearfully. "Its eye was focusing!"

"Eh? It's still functioning?" The second figure, still out of the damaged robots line of sight, stepped back a couple times. "It must be pretty old though, look at that thing."

"I don't care, it could be very dangerous!" The nervous one was right in front of the damaged robot, pointing his blaster at him.

"If the commander didn't think it was a threat, then it probably isn't. You'll scare the old tin can."

Old tin can! Why I'll... the damaged robot growled, but the sound came out rather rasping with a few pings. Voice synthesizer's busted, of course. He would have sighed if he could.

"It's making weird noises, Charge!" The nervous one began to shake a little. "Charge" better hope his aim wasn't too terrible.

"You're scaring it, that's why. Leave the poor thing alone and let's get moving before Channel starts yelling at us for getting too far behind." The one apparently called Charge moved behind the damaged robot and was continuing on his way when the damaged one decided to take his chances and move his shield to block the nervous one.

Unfortunately, the nervous one freaked out and shot the damaged robot then, shattering the shield and overloading the robot's systems. It fell over with only about half its arm left intact.

"Now you've done it!" Charge yelled.

"It... it wasn't even a charged shot!"

"What did you two rookies do this time!" A new voice was yelling over the two rookies' head sets.

"Oy, oy! Tone it down a little, Channel! You'll break our ears!"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shot an old reploid we accidentally found," the nervous one sheepishly explained to his spotter.

"Was it hostile?"

"Nah, he was just all worked up and scared... again! This is why we always get left behind." Charge glared at his partner angrily.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" He hung his head in shame and embarrassment.

"Well, may as well bring it back to HQ and have Lifesaver check it over."

"Yes ma'am." The two reploids began gathering what they could of the damaged robot. It seemed the shot that took out the shield had overloaded the robot's systems and he shut down again. A slight whirring informed the two reploids his systems weren't completely shut down, though. Once they had finished gathering the pieces, they teleported directly to the med bay.

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Lifesaver shook his head as he looked over the dusty parts spread over the table. "This is like no reploid I've ever seen before. I'm not sure it even is a reploid."

"What do you mean, it's not a reploid?" Channel stood nearby yet out of the way as Lifesaver looked over robot the rookies had brought in earlier. They were currently explaining the situation to their commander.

"It's a very old design. Look at this here," Lifesaver stated almost impatiently, motioning to the exposed part of the robot's damaged arm, "No one in their right mind would use that anymore. It's older even than X!"

"So you're saying those two bumbling idiots managed to totally destroy an ancient relic? That's a new record." Channel held her chin in thought for a moment. "Can you repair it?"

"I could..." Lifesaver responded slowly, "But that seems a bit un-kind. Judging from the armor it was obviously a robot built for battle, and even with upgrades it wouldn't stand a chance against anything around today. I think it would be best to shut it down completely and send it to some scientists for further study."

Channel thought about it for a moment, then walked over to the table and removed what was left of the robot's shades. "I suppose you're right, this weary warrior deserves his rest." She gently closed his eyes as Lifesaver disconnected the robots power source from his body to prevent accidental activation.