Sithking Zero: Megaman is not mine. 'Nuff said.

Author Note: I might raise the fic's rating due to some… shall we say, more vulgar language and visuals, like actual fight scenes with deletion and stuff like that. However, as I said, this is not a Roll/Zero fic. I believe that Roll should either be with Megaman (In EXE and Legends though I don't really care about the Legends series) or with Bass (in the original series.) So there will be no romance between the two. I will write a chapter in the sequel about Lan/Maylu, so those fans will be happy. To Maylu/Chaud people…. You are all freaks. That's my opinion, and I'm sticking to it.

It has also come to my attention that the navi in the last chapter was similar to Gridman from Battle Network 5. Sorry, fans of Gridman, this was merely accidental. Honestly, I've only seen him in action maybe once or twice before.

Chapter 8:

Maverick Attack!

As the two last net savors in existence raced from the site of their previous battle with Sigma, they reflected on the important things in life.

Like how they had had their rears handed to them on a platter by one of the most powerful navis ever.

Eventually, Roll pulled Zero into a shadowy alcove, completely hidden from view.

Both navis just sat there, panting, for a moment.

Roll was the first one to speak.

"Do you think we're safe?" she panted.

Zero just shot her a look.

"We're in the middle of an underground, enemy fortress. There is no way out except through the main entrance, we just got our backsides handed to us on a platter, and there's about ten thousand navis who want us dead. Trust me, Roll, if we're safe, then it's a new definition of "safe" that I'm not familiar with."

Roll rolled her eyes. "I mean," she stated with exasperation, "Do you think that we can rest for a bit without getting deleted?"

Zero shrugged.

After a few minutes, in which both navis took the time to rest after their catastrophic battle with Sigma, the pair of Net Savors dashed down the narrow corridors.

"So, It is guaranteed, then?"

"Yes, those… BEASTS… are in hall THX-1138."

"They shall be destroyed, master…"

"They had better… Protoman."

With a flash of a white ponytail, the red warrior dashed away.

Roll and Zero were running down hallway N4T3 when suddenly, a high, wailing screech was heard.

The pitch was so high as to crack the decorative mirrors that flanked both sides of the hallway, and forced our heroes to clap their hands over their hearing receptors.

Simultaneously, our favorite two navis looked around and muttered, "What the…"

Their answer was given with astonishing swiftness.

With the force of a locomotive, a huge crash behind Zero and Roll made them spin on their heels and gasp in horror at the sight ahead.

In front of them was a Rhakshi. However, it was obvious that it had fared very badly. All across the specially designed armor, huge gashes and cuts bled the precious, precious data from deep within his core.

Roll felt a pang of sypmpathy. The poor thing had scared her to death at Zero's HP, but now… it was as helpless as a puppy.

The Rhakshi looked up, saw the two navis, and extended his hand towards them.

"P…please…" He rasped, his white color now getting darker by the second, one leg now totally de-rezzed, "R… run, L…lord Zero. B…but,"

Zero crouched over the dying navi.

The Rhakshi spoke in barely a whisper. "A…venge… my… brothers…"

It was the last thing that the beautiful creature ever said in his life.

As soon as he had stopped speaking, his arms and leg loosened completely, finally losing all cohesion and disintegrating.

A computer-generated voice announced, "Rhakshi White: Deleted."

"Pathetic."

Roll turned around slowly. Standing in the hole where the now-dead Hunter had flown through, was Megaman's oldest rival.

The red-clad net savor, Protoman.

The two groups stared at one another before Protoman gave off a decidedly dark smirk.

"Pity. Master Sigma was hoping to kill you off himself, you slime."

He gave a clearly theatrical sigh.

"Oh, well, at least things are going ahead of schedule."

And with that, he attacked.

Surprisingly to him, it was not Zero, whom he had heard was the better fighter, who parried his blade.

The pink-and-red navi, Roll, was holding a spear, obviously pilfered from the corpse of the slain Rhakshi.

Protoman quickly assessed the situation. Roll had her hands on a powerful weapon. However, she was inexperienced with the spear's proper usage, as was fairly obvious from her posture and grip on the weapon.

A small grin formed on his face.

With that, the red warrior disarmed (not literally) Roll, and deflected her Roll Blast attack she launched at him.

Roll watched helplessly as her attacks were knocked to one side, destroyed, or dodged completely.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

Spinning around, she dashed around Protoman's side, charged up her Roll Arrow, and fired.

It was a narrow hallway. There was no room to dodge. And not nearly enough time to block.

A blast of power slammed into Protoman's blade, but, shockingly, split into two separate blasts which missed him entirely.

A smirk formed on the face of the now-evil Net Navi.

"Power without control is pointless, Roll. Chaud taught me that."

However, his smirk slid off his face like molten butter on a griddle.

Bisecting his symbol was a green triangle. Which looked suspiciously like the end of…

Protoman briefly looked towards the logo, then behind him.

Zero was holding what looked like a lightsaber in his hands. The blade was cylindrical for a few centimeters, then swept back, then tapered into a diamond-shaped blade.

Zero gave a twist, and the blade ripped through more of the vital programs that held the navi together.

"Consider my friends avenged." Came Zero's voice, cold as iron.

Protoman gave a slight gasp of shock, then de-rezzed.

Roll and Zero were alone in the corridor when a computerized voice stated, calmly, emotionlessly, "Protoman: Deleted."

Zero glanced at Roll, then deactivated his blade.

"C'mon, Roll," he said simply, "let's get outta here."

Sigma gave a snarl.

"I… DON'T… BELIEVE IT!" He roared.

"How could two rejects defeat the best netnavi in the net? He has the most combat experience out of anyone here!"

"Sir," an emotionless voice came form behind the sinister navi.

Sigma glanced back. "What?"

"We're ready to attack. What are your orders?"

Sigma stared at the navi for a second. Then, a slow grin made its way onto his proud, ugly face.

"Begin the attack in three days. Failure will not be tolerated. You shall lead them. NOW GO!"

Bowing slightly, the green navi made his departure, gun barrel glinting in the dim light.

Turning away, Sigma turned towards a black circle on the ground. Pressing a button on his console, the Maverick Lord stood at attention.

A navi appeared. Roughly six feet, two inches tall, with an almost-spherical helmet, orange gauntlets, and orange stripes.

"Excellent. You have answered. How goes project Biomav?" asked the navi in a sibilant hiss.

"We will acquire the data in three days, dread lord."

"And Zero and Roll?"

Sigma winced. He had been hoping to avoid this subject as long as possible…

"They escaped, supreme one."

The navi seemed to consider this for a moment.

"No matter. They shall die. We cannot be stopped now."

"A thousand pardons, feared one, but…"

"A question bites at your tongue."

"Yes. I understand why the Dimensional Area data is necessary, but… Why the blueprints for the net-transfer laser?"

"I shall need them."

And with that, the hologram faded away.

Sithking Zero: DUN DUN DUUUUNNN! It's all coming together now! Oh, and if you get the hidden joke about the hallways, please post it in your reviews.

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