Once the maverick uprising was finally dissolved by the two hunter divisions and the Light's reploids, all that was left was aid the injured, secure the area, and of course; have a word with the noteworthy reploid X, the very first creation from the robotics' precursor, Dr. Light, and the most advanced robot compared to the industrial reploids that followed him in the production line.
"Impressive, you really live up to your name, X. I don't think any of us could have lasted longer if it weren't for you and the others" commented Signas, praising the blue bomber and his brothers.
"Indeed, General wasn't lying about you when he delivered the orders to me. You are far more powerful than you look" added Colonel, who also seemed impressed by X's display on the battlefield.
"Thanks commanders. I'm glad I was able to help everybody" replied the humanoid reploid, pleased of his usefulness for the robots in need.
"Please, stop fighting, miss"
"You'll only get yourself in more trouble if you keep struggling"
"I warn you, I know my rights as a human!" retorted the black haired girl, already pissed of the treating she was receiving from these abusive reploids.
"Which brings us to this other matter" pointed Colonel after finally meeting the mysterious person that was coincidentally at the abandoned Light Labs the moment X woke up.
"Who is she?" he asked, curious.
"I really don't know" replied the blue bomber with honesty.
"We already checked her profile and personal information from all databases, Colonel, and this is what we found" informed him Signas before he displayed several virtual records regarding the young woman.
"Crude…" she cursed under her breath.
"Luna Syrus, I see you got quite a file here" commented the leader of the 1st division with a hint of irony in his voice.
"Charges for stealing, breaking into research institutes and private properties, and ties with the underground market. Hmm, I can see you're also friend of the infamous Vertex".
"She's more like a freeloader…" she corrected him a little displeased after hearing her name.
"Hmph, nothing more than a filthy scavenger!" stated Cutman angrily with both hands on his hips.
"Who are you calling filthy, you little reploid!" retorted Luna furiously at the now scaredy-robot hidden behind his trembling Eskimo little brother.
"Scavenger?" asked X confused by the term used to address the eggplant eyed girl.
"Someone who preys on careless reploids to steal their parts from, just so they can sell them later to shady buyers for a high price" answered Elecman, explaining him everything as the blue reploid tried to fully grasp all the things he needed to know about this world.
"No wonder she was in Light Labs by the time we got here" he added while crossing his gray coated arms above his black and yellow chest.
"I'm not sure, Elecman, she didn't seem that dangerous to me when I first saw her" pointed out X in hopes of easing the tension and clear out any suspicion on the girl.
"You're always like that! Throwing yourself carelessly into the enemy lines without properly addressing the situation!" said Gutsman's thick voice, scolding someone outside the main station within the hunter's camp.
"Oh, spare me the words, old man! I got the job done at the end, and besides, is just a little scratch" replied Bombman unconcernedly as he, and his big brother, regrouped with their siblings.
"What happened?" asked Fireman concerned.
"Your idiot brother here went all out and ended damaged in the process again" replied the foreman before showing Bombman's unusable right arm.
"And I already told you that I'm fine!" he answered after snatching his broken arm from his brother's grip.
"Once we get home, I can repair it by myself" he reassured to his family.
Still, that would be the least of the worries. Like a swift thunder, the detainee managed to free herself from the hunters and ran towards the damaged reploid, who barely had any chance of fend back from his aggressor.
"Ohhh! Look at these amazing joints and upper extremity parts! Sure, they're not what you find nowadays in the market, but man oh man! These were like the foundations in which the current reploid type production is based on!" commented Luna rejoiced like an anxious child that just opened her Christmas gift.
"Ey-he-hey! Watch your hands, lady!" tried to fight back a startled Bombman, but it was futile. Due to his unusable arm, and unwillingness to harm a human being, the young woman easily kept the industrial yellow reploid down and proceeded to check the broken limb closely.
"Oh, quit whining, you big baby!" she scolded him while examining the damage.
"S-stop it! You don't know anything about my dated design! You'll only make it worse than already is!" he pleaded desperately.
"There, done" she announced-in a matter of just seconds-after making a few small repairs here and there in his prosthetic arm.
"I managed to recalibrate and adjust some of your hand's functions, as well as enabling your arm's mobility again. Sure, I could coat that naked limb of yours quickly too if I had the spare parts from your model" admitted Luna proudly while the remaining industrial reploids were taken aback by her quick and precise performance.
"Impressive" pointed Fireman genuinely surprised.
"Not many engineers these days are that familiar with our old model designs" he added as his demolition brother tested the truthfulness of her statement.
"You kidding? Is basic robotic studies for God's sake!" she replied back.
"Heheh! Not bad sweets! I feel my arm's movements less sluggish than before!" praised her Bombman after he was done with his prosthetic limb's mobility test.
"C-cough! Cough! I think I need some maintenance too" lied Cutman, pretending to be damaged like his older brother.
"M-me too!" stuttered an anxious Iceman, faking inexistent malfunctions as well.
"I ask to be third!" called Oilman happily, raising his normal human hand.
"Really? Awww, you guys are so awesome!" cheered Luna excited now that they had given the chance to put her robotic engineering knowledge-and skills-to her heart's content.
"What's happening to them?" asked X confused, feeling he had missed something.
"We normally perform our regular maintenance and repairs by ourselves since our outdated model designs are considered antiquated in comparison to the new reploid models", explained him Elecman.
"To find someone who truly understands our simple robotic design is really extraordinary" he added.
"Don't you mean…shockingly extraordinary, brother?" teased him Cutman while he was being repaired by the female engineer.
"Oww! That was sweet, bro!" exclaimed Oilman before celebrating with a brotherly fist-bump.
"Heh, I guess you could put it that way" said Elecman with a light chuckle.
"Ehem! Yes, quite surprising indeed" coughed Colonel in an attempt to slightly divert the attention from Luna.
"However, I'm afraid we're on schedule. X, now that we know you're not a threat for anyone, there's someone who wishes to see you and I'm here to escort you to him" informed him the solemn hunter leader of the 1st division while X could only wonder about the identity of that man.
Meanwhile, many miles away from their current position, another story began to take shape
Across the sea, in the ancient continent of Eurasia, was the disquieting country of Nefterom; powerful in terms of scientific knowledge and military power, and praised by its compelling architecture and strong political order; yet, that seemed to be its weakest point within the country's affairs.
Just now, in a live broadcast, all eyes were centered in the capitol, while the masses were eagerly waiting outside of the humongous edification. Soon, they'd be the first ones to witness the new future of their country unfold right in front of their eyes. However, saying that all its inhabitants were happy for this outcome would be a misconception.
"You're still worried?" asked, incredulous, a pharaoh-like-humanoid reploid with his arms folded.
DCN. 003
Name: Pharaohman
"Oh! Pharaohman, I didn't notice you" admitted, sheepishly, a young woman of long honey-colored hair and green eyes, dressed with a long winter coat and a black ushanka.
"Then we have to be thankful that didn't wake our friend here" pointed Pharaohman, referring to a shadowy reploid, covered with a long torn robe, that was resting in a dark corner of the room.
"They're finally coming out, people! It's official! The council has elected Melor Cossack as its new leader! May his wisdom and might lead South Nefterom to greatness!"
Suddenly, loud cheers and applauses erupted through the capitol's surroundings as the members of the council, along with a man of straight brown hair and short moustache with beard approached to the podium. Following Melor, and the council members closely, was the always diligent and righteous humanoid reploid: Ringman, one of the four Cossack's numbers assigned to assist his predecessor.
DCN. 002
Name: Ringman
"Thank you. Thank you, dear citizens!" greeted them Melor while waving at them.
"It is a real honor that the illustrious figures that represent the council have accepted my petition to become its new leader, and I promise you all that I will lead our country in the right path!" he fiercely stated, earning the acclaims of his faithful supporters.
"Sigh…and here I thought the council would think it twice before accepting my uncle's proposal" sighed the young woman, disappointed, before turning the TV off.
"Master Melor is a man of powerful words and ideals. Surely that was what the council was looking for to strengthen communism in South Nefterom" reminded her Pharaohman, unsurprised by this result.
"Not that he really shares the democratic views we have here in the North side of Nefterom" he quickly corrected himself.
"Agreed, that's why we must do whatever we can in our power to let the world know that we are not to be feared. That North Nefterom can extend a helping hand to the other countries overseas" she quickly pointed out.
"So, are we ready to go?"
"Almost, Brightman has gone to pick up Axl and Toadman on the backyard".
"Ready, big brother Axl?" asked a small, cartoony, toad-like reploid with black face.
DCN. 006
Name: Toadman
"Heh, ready and rockin!" chuckled, eagerly, a teenage humanoid reploid of spiky auburn hair and green eyes after loading his twin pistols.
DCN. 001
Name: Axl
"Hit it!" he called once he was in position.
"Prepare for launching! And go!" cried the toad reploid before activating a small machine that started shooting flying discs up on the air. While there, the teenage reploid with an 'X' shaped scar across his face began to practice his target shooting skills with his new toy. One after the other, the targets were reduced to nothing more that ash and scraps through the sky as Axl's quick fingers pull the triggers continuously and rapidly as he could.
"46…47…48…49" counted the trigger happy reploid while shooting all targets.
"Oh! That one's getting away!" informed him Toadman as he pointed a flying disc that was almost out of sight.
"And 50!" he stated contentedly after taking out the last one.
"Well, how was it?" asked Axl curious.
"Perfect, big brother Axl!" answered Toadman happily as he showed him a virtual board with a time on it.
"10 minutes less than the last time!"
"Only 10? Ugh…not good enough. Come on! Hit that again, I think I can finish in 20, no! In 30 minutes less now!" insisted the teenage reploid stubbornly.
"No more games now, kids!" called them sternly a third voice that approached them.
"Big brother Brightman!" said Toadman surprised by the presence of a chubby, humanoid reploid with a light bulb at the top of his head.
DCN. 005
Name: Brightman
"Did you come here to play with us?" asked the naïve little reploid after he jumped on Axl's right shoulder.
"What?! Of course not! I came because you two are wasting ours, and Alisa's precious time. We have to leave now if we want to arrive on time for her meeting in Delta City" he scolded them like an old boring parental figure.
"Man, chill out for a second, Brightman. Otherwise that light bulb of yours will explode one day" teased him Axl snickering.
"You little!"
"Ribitt-ribitt" chuckled Toadman playfully.
"Hmph, if you two are done with your childgames, then do us a favor a get a move on or we'll leave you here. I swear I feel like I'm taking care of two runts that…" ranted Brightman as he walked away towards the big manor, followed-closely-by the two reploid siblings.
"You think he's mad at us?" asked the little toad-like reploid with genuine guilt.
"Nah, don't worry about him. He'll calm down in a sec, he's always that uptight" reassured him Axl nonchalant.
"And besides, we're finally having a rest from this boring and problematic country" he commented, unaware of the upcoming battle he was going to take part of.
Let's go to the very first intro stage of this adventure!