Author notes:
Tetsuo Tsubushi: If it will make you happy Aztec Falcon is different than he is in Megaman Zero 1, in MMZ 1 his wings were also his arms but in MMZ 2 he had those talons for hands so he probably has a new body and yes, he is Anubis Necromansess the third. I'd personally be happier if you'd focus on the more important things like commenting on the way I write the story, instead on focusing on the unimportant stuff okay? Thanks.
Warp da warp liger: The guardians did use their EX skills, the parts with the flames surrounding them. Some of the attacks never appeared in the games but I thought I'd like to imagine them doing that. And no, this fic occurs before MMZ 3. So that certain character (No spoilers here) will not appear.
After that is finished please, please focus on the story and not on the detail and I'd still like to hear stuff about my battle scenes, stuff more than 'The fighting scenes are good". If you have the time I ask that you say what you like in particular.
Thank you all so much, one last thing. I'd like to explain that this chapter focuses on the Executioners, instead of Zero and Harpuia's battle. And yes today you'll finally get to know Bullion, the golden executioner (Who is completely mine!).
Chapter 7: Four of a kindWhirlpool and Daemon were together in their training facility, and have just finished sparring.
The training facility of the executioners was unlike that of the guardians. It was a huge hall, the walls in a dark gray and decorated with various pictures of the executioners in training.
Against the walls were weapon racks, holding every weapon imaginable. From old swords and spears to beam swords, beam axes and energy cannons and busters.
Inside a glass case hung high up on the wall, was what was considered the perfect weapon. A mega beam:
A beam weapon capable of reproducing every other beam weapon in existence, meaning that it could be a beam sword that has all of the qualities of the Z-saber, or a beam axe like Hyena Hahira's and even a beam scythe like Thoth's, it could even be a beam dagger or a beam staff. This weapon's hilt was silvery-white, the buttons on it were actually carved diamonds and the beam mechanism (The mechanism that controlled the energy, thus creating a weapon) was the best in the world. Approximately fifty years and an uncountable amount of money were spent on this extraordinary one of a kind weapon.
Whirlpool and Daemon kneeled in front of the weapon and bowed their heads for a few seconds before getting out and each went to his quarters.
The beautiful dark blue lady of waters walked down the dark corridor, in front of her it was pitch dark and the only things lighting the darkness of the hallway were two bright yellow eyes.
"Vulture..." Whirlpool smiled.
"Whirlpool how was your sparring. I found it quite enjoyable to watch, your new technique is outstanding." Vulture stepped out of the darkness, if his helmet wouldn't have covered his face a large grin would be spread all over it.
"Daemon got quite the surprise when I showed him the move you taught me." Whirlpool laughed darkly.
"Using it along with your spin combo was a wise move." Vulture said as he walked alongside her down the hallway, backwards.
"I do wish to have a sparring session with you, dear Vulture. But you are always busy building your reploid." Whirlpool complained, even though the sentence itself didn't sound like any kind of complaint. It seemed like a pleasant remark in Whirlpool's voice and tone.
"Friend Whirlpool once I finish my reploid I promise I will spar with you, and as you know I have never contradicted myself." Vulture said, his voice wasn't his real voice because the helmet filters changed it and made it sound cold.
"I trust your word as I trust you, Daemon, Bullion and the master with my life." The blue female said with an enchanting and melodic voice. That would probably make any man do her will.
The black armored reploid stopped, as they reached Whirlpool's chambers.
"Have you finished your reploid yet?" he asked.
"Yes, Poseidon is ready. I have already sent him to the particular spot where the guardians would next search." Whirlpool said with a nod.
Vulture held Whirlpool's chin gently, "It is such a shame, I would have liked to see him."
"I'm sure you will." Whirlpool looked into Vulture's cold eyes.
When Vulture was first created a freak accident destroyed everything he ever cared for, as well as disfigured his face. Since then he was a cold-hearted murderer.
He is a century old, he would travel the world by himself with a weapon he found once; a double-edged beam saber.
He killed any reploid that ever challenged him, maverick or not it did not matter. He wiped out an entire maverick base by himself. The maverick hunters arrived after he left and classified the destroyed base as 'Maverick internal wars'. Not knowing that one reploid caused this.
Vulture looked into Whirlpool's eyes as well, a human scientist created her some time after the Doppler incident, just two years after Vulture was born.
The scientist was bent on creating the most beautiful and perfect woman, and ended up doing exactly what he wished.
However, the scientist went mad with her beauty and was obsessed with her. He stopped letting her out of his lab and sometimes he sat for hours looking at her.
He ordered her around and she followed his orders obediently.
She hated him though; deep inside her she despised what he had become.
She kept doing his dirty work until one day; Vulture broke into the human's house.
An awe struck Whirlpool opened the door to find a cloaked reploid with a black mask standing on her doorstep.
He murdered the human and offered Whirlpool to join him.
Back then Vulture and Whirlpool had different names, and were nothing but ordinary reploids, without wings or fins.
But all of that changed when they met Bullion about seventy years after they met.
Neo-Arcadia had already risen and there were four guardians protecting the brutal Copy X, who retired hundreds if not thousands of innocent reploids.
Bullion spoke of his master, a reploid who offered them a permanent house and whatever they may wish for.
The master Bullion spoke of built their armors. Bullion introduced them to a reploid called Daemon, he didn't explain however who he was or what was his story.
The four trained for years to be able to defeat the guardians, learning their every attack and weapon and creating techniques to counter it.
The master renamed Vulture who didn't have a name to begin with. Whirlpool only referred to him as Reploid. He named him Vulture, like his armor.
As for Whirlpool, she despised the name the human had given her: "Alexia"
This mysterious master she had never seen then changed her name to Whirlpool and since then the master gave them all everything they ever needed.
He rewarded obedience with being able to spar and to use the various facilities they had in their compound and punished bad behavior by stripping them of their armor and reminding them all how they would be without him. All through Bullion the golden reploid was created as the ultimate fighting reploid. His skills matches the ones of X and Zero and with the master's armor, weapons and training had become the most effective killer.
It was rumored that Bullion had even destroyed a significant part of X's guard after being detected on a reconnaissance mission.
It has been a long time and they became completely loyal to the master, not questioning his orders and always praising him.
One day the master appeared before them, he showed them priceless knowledge of the art of creating and destroying.
He taught them how to fight himself, and as they improved he also improved their equipment.
The master then gave them sorrowful news, Copy X has been defeated, and only three guardians remained.
Avenging the guardians for retiring so many reploids was the thing they were training for so long, the disappointment was indeed great so they decided to destroy what was left of the guardians and the entire human race.
Whirlpool smiled at Vulture and entered her room, closing the door.
Vulture looked around and faded into the darkness.
Daemon was in his chambers, he was standing in front of a mirror; looking at himself.
His shining red eyes and arrogant smile weren't on him now, exactly a century ago was the day he was created. He didn't celebrate it however, it was not a happy experience for him at all.
As soon as the capsule's door opened three humans started to inflict pain upon him in a wide variety of methods.
They burned him, dripped acid on him, stabbed him, poked him with burning sticks, stick his hand inside a gigantic block of ice and didn't let him remove it until it was almost useless.
He removed his left gauntlet and looked at the back of his hand.
The human scientists wanted to see how much pain he could endure before going into his dormant repair mode.
They thrust some sort of beam needle straight into the back of his hand and kept it there for a whole day before he went into repair mode.
He yelled and begged them to stop but they treated him as an object.
"Do I have no feelings?" he asked his reflection, who had no answer.
"Don't I deserve to live a life free of pain?" he asked again and yet again his reflection taunted him by not answering.
The top of the pain was when they gave him a small rodent, a rat. He took good care of it and it was his only comfort that kept him going through all of the pain instead of shutting himself down.
He got so attached to 'Rattie' that he forgot what it was like to be without him he couldn't imagine it.
One day, the scientists came in with six armed guards who restrained him and kept his eyes open.
They tortured Rattie to death in front of Daemon's eyes, he struggled but they made him watch.
As the rat took his last breath Daemon discovered he was stronger, he broke free of the guards and killed them.
And then he turned to the scientists.
He made them suffer, he killed them slowly and painfully in front of each other.
He dripped acid on them and burned their faces. He froze them to death and electrified them.
The leading scientist, the one who made that project got the worst punishment of all.
He was skinned alive, and then was forced to watch as Daemon burned his skin.
The scientist cried but Daemon found it amusing.
He was wandering in deserts for all of his life, killing a great number of humans.
He killed an entire family of humans once as they were camping out in the desert.
He killed their children first and then the parents.
His mercilessly and malice got him his name, Daemon.
Daemon smiled at his reflection, "I deserve to live and rule the humans are weak and they will die." He said before punching the mirror and shattering it to a thousand pieces.
A golden reploid stood staring out into the storm raging outside his window, his golden armor reflecting the lightning.
This reploid was a human-like reploid but he was covered with the armor of a wolf, making him seem like some sort of animal like the Mutos reploids.
His greaves were v-shaped, as the others.
He was the only one who had known all along, that the master created the executioners and sent them to those horrible places they were in.
If it weren't for the accident Vulture would have realized that his 'parents' were two sick and sadistic reploid haters. But he loved them as he didn't knew they were actually punks and anti reploid brats.
Bullion's snout almost touched the glass as he looked outside; he was created by the master and lived with the master for all o his life.
The master made him the perfect killer, trained him with any weapon in existence and taught him all about demolition and terrorism.
"Fighting on my own terms..." Bullion said.
He was the strongest of the executioners, and the closest to the master.
He trained all of his life to be able to defeat Copy X. but since Zero had already destroyed X, his lifelong training was in vain.
He didn't care though, just the thought of destroying the humans after what they had done to his brothers and sister was enough to keep him wanting to annihilate all of Neo-Arcadia.
"I will destroy the humans, and anything else that stands in my way." He said to himself and left the window, the storm outside raging and a rumbling thunder boomed across the sky.
He and his siblings all had one thing in common, their hatred for humans.
They were four of a kind...
To be continued...
Author note: this chapter was the background on the executioners. I didn't say how Whirlpool and Daemon sparred in the beginning because their skills will show soon in all of their glory.
Until the next chapter...
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