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Ch.5
Spring the Trap
"You are sure that there is no way that it could have a been just a bunch of normal Reploids out for a march or something?" Light seemed to be adamant on the fact that they didn't check to see if it was a column of Mavericks there was no way to be sure that they were Mavericks. Zero sighed.
"Doc, in our time, the only Reploids there are, other than Mavericks, are us. Any Maverick that goes Hunter is destroyed immediately by his fellows."
"Then the only thing you can do is go and destroy the entire column."
"By ourselves?" Zenton was confused. "You want us to go take out an entire column of Mavericks when I don't even have armor yet?"
X cleared his throat before Light could get another word in. "We could liberate the nearby town and distract them from the direction they're heading." X outlined his plan to them. Light was laughing with delight when he finished.
"Get to it, boys." He said when he finally quit.
The normal townspeople all watched as the tall man walked through their midst. They all knew each other by sight if not name, but no one knew this person. He walked straight through their town and headed straight for the local store. He asked a few questions and left the store to head down a side alley. Not a one of them saw as he suddenly disappeared.
The town held a general meeting every night while the Reploids were on the outer rings of their patrol. The man they deferred to was known as Toronto. Some said it was the name of one of the ancient cities, but none were very sure. They only knew that the young man was the only one who had the guts to lead them, not to mention the brains. What the rest didn't know is that he could sense their minds. That was how he knew exactly when to call off the meeting. He could tell when the Reploids were coming back.
Everyone could tell that something strange was going on. They all had seen this man but only the storekeeper had actually been able to get a good look at him. Some thought he might be an angel and were discussing this at length when Toronto called them to order.
"Yes, we all saw him. No, I'm not going to do anything about it. He may very well have been a Reploid in disguise for all we know. We don't know what his intentions were. I will try to contact him next time he appears," Toronto's voice was one that made you wonder if he weren't perhaps somehow connected to the bowels of the earth itself. His words rumbled across the space of the room where they met.
Suddenly a new presence intruded upon Toronto's mind. "Perhaps I could show you the man you saw earlier today. I might even be able to give away part of his thoughts. For a price." The voice seemed to come out of the air itself. No one knew where the voice came from except for Toronto, who only had a vague notion. Toronto got up from where he sat. He was huge. He suddenly held an enormous broadsword in his hand. The blade itself seemed to shine with an almost holy light.
"Show yourself or be harmed," came the rumbling threat.
"You mean to tell me you've had that thing in your pocket the whole time and you still haven't gotten rid of the Reploids? Geez, it's no wonder we humans are always in trouble. Most of the people who can fight won't and all the people who can't fight get in the way of those of us who are willing to. Oi."
"I said show yourself."
"Just as soon as you put your knife up, big boy."
The broadsword disappeared as quickly as it had come and Toronto seemed only to get more impatient. "Well?"
Seero chose to discard his armor and jumped down from the ceiling. He landed directly in the middle of their circle. The people gasped and collectively moved back a few steps. Seero didn't bother to stand up straight. He merely crouched right as he landed and froze in that position. Toronto was the first to break the silence. "You're the one who went through the town earlier today. Why?" Toronto seemed offended for some reason.
"So, you're the leader of this community?" Seero asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"I'm offering you the chance for freedom." A gasp went through the room. One of the older men in the back began yelling.
"Just how do you expect to do that, kid?"
"You ever heard of a Reploid, gramps?" asked Seero, now standing up to his full height.
"I should hope I have. Had'em looking me over for fifty, sixty years now. All my life in any case."
"Then you're about to get a shock. You might wanna sit down. Those aren't real Reploids. Those are Reploids who have gone what's known to some as Maverick. I myself am a Reploid. I am not a Maverick."
"You look awful human to me."
"Really?" Seero asked with a bit of sarcastic surprise. "You could have fooled me with all of your talk about my possibly being a Reploid spy. But do you believe me?"
The old man looked at Seero as if judging his soul before the heavenly throne. "Nope. I don't."
"Then you shall be made to see, as was the one who doubted." With that Seero crouched and jumped straight up into the darkness that hovered above the chamber, yet under the roof. Melodrama had its uses. Zero came down to replace him, now wearing the black armor that once belonged to his imposter. "Now do you believe, old man?"
"It seems that I would have no choice, seeing as how the evidence stands in the middle of the council circle."
Zero took off his helmet. "Thank you. I hate arguing with stubborn people, even when they happen to be right. My name is Zero in this form." He flashed back to his true crimson colors. "This is how I am usually colored. I have two friends who help me. One goes by the name of Mega Man X, or just X. The other goes by the name of Zenton."
Toronto was up like a thunderstorm, sudden in its ferocity. "What do you know of Zenton?" Zero noticed that the broadsword had reappeared. He teleported behind Toronto. Everyone else gasped. Toronto spun, not really knowing where Zero had gone, just that the direction hadn't been specific. As he spun he brought the broadsword down in Zero's vicinity. Zero sidestepped the blade and caught it as it came around from the other side, being forced to use both hands to counter Toronto's colossal strength.
"I believe I told you to put the sword up. I expect to be listened to."
Toronto controlled himself with an obvious effort. He turned and looked at Zero.
"Where is Zenton?"
"Zenton's fine. He's actually one of my best friends. "
"Can you get him here?" Toronto asked, after a moment.
"I can try." Zero seemed to be looking out into nowhere. "He's coming. In the meantime, do you want to hear our plan or not?"
"We will listen to your words."
Two beams of light came down through the ceiling as Zero was outlining the plan. X and Zenton formed in a moment. Zero turned and looked at the two of them. "It's about time you got here. I was beginning to think you had abandoned me."
Zenton walked forward into the middle of the circle to stand with Zero. "Hello, Toronto."
"Zenton."
"It's been a while, Toronto." Zenton still was not wearing any armor. Apparently Light was taking a little longer than he thought.
"Too long. Last time I checked you were only about a step ahead of the Reploid squad that was after you."
"They all kind of ran out of steam when I jumped into the river and swam across. For some reason Sigma forgot to waterproof them."
"Sigma?"
Zero stepped in. "You'll find out about him in due time. Does anyone know how much time we've got left before the Mavericks come back?"
Toronto's face took on an almost absent look. "We've still got a good bit of time. Probably close to an hour."
Zero looked around at the massed people, a good number of which were still staring at X and himself. "In that case, why don't I outline this plan that X, Zenton, and myself have put together and we'll see what you all think about it."
A line of Reploids was coming across the field toward the town. The leader was clothed in a cloak that hid his face and body features. He held up his hand for a halt. Another robot came forward and talked to him for a moment. The leader held his hand up and motioned for the forward motion to continue once more. They passed the town, talking only to the leader of the guards for a moment. The column continued on down the road.
A riot had erupted in the square. The captain of the guards didn't know what to do. The humans here had almost been likable. He didn't have the slightest idea what was going on. He looked and saw two figures darting this way and that through the crowd. He realized that everywhere one of them went, one of his guards seemed to collapse. He noticed that one of the figures seemed to be a reddish color while the other one was sort of white with the occasional glimpse of blue. He stood dumbfounded as he realized that they were moving beyond the speed he thought possible for humans. The white one was almost in his face as he turned to run and came face to face with Zero.
"Going somewhere?" Zero asked him. "I'm afraid we can't let you do that. You'd miss all the fun that way. You're going to have to remain here for the rest of your life." Zero smiled sinisterly. "You don't need to worry, though, 'cause that won't be long." Zero deliberately began counting off his charging levels while the captain stood frozen to the spot, his face pure terror. Zero brought his cannon up. "Time's up." He fired and watched what remained of the captain's body fly through the air.
The column had halted again for the usual rest stop that evening. One of the soldiers who was on lookout noticed what looked like a human coming down the road. He turned and looked at one of the Reploids who were lounging on the ground. "You. Go get the boss. We need to reinstall a few lessons." The Reploid got up and went running to find the leader.
The old man looked like he was scared out of his wits when the leader finally showed up.
"What happened? Why aren't you at your community?" The leader asked in a snarling voice.
"We were attacked by robots, masters. They were fierce and overwhelmed our guards. You must go destroy them. Please, masters!"
"Somebody take this wretch out of my sight. Reverse the column. It looks like we'll have to go back. This just might be the Reploids we're looking for."
The column was done looking through the town several hours later.
The cloaked leader still spoke with a snarl. "Have they found anything yet?"
"No sir," Replied on of the Reploids that stood nearby.
A voice came out of the air behind them. "What's the matter pal? Can't find us? You should teach your Reploids to look up. We've been on top of this building the whole time."
The leader turned dropping the cloak from his head in his haste. Zero grinned when he noticed that the leader was actually Bass. All Bass could see was the outline of four people.
"Who are you?" Bass seemed to be unworried.
"What? You mean you don't recognize the sound of my voice? I figured you'd never forget it after that first fight." Bass's eyes widened in recognition. "I only knocked you around like a rag doll. Surely I get some recognition for that."
Zero jumped off the building to land in front of Bass. Bass stepped back and once again called his shrill whistle. Zero watched as Treble once again came bounding out of nowhere. The dog slid to a stop. Bass had a sneer plastered on his face.
"This time I don't think you'll find me as easy to beat. You caught me off guard last time. Now I'm ready." Bass stepped back and once again set himself for a fight. Zero noticed that it wasn't too much different from the way X stood. Bass launched himself at Zero and watched as Zero stepped to the side and smoothly avoided his attack. Bass turned and narrowly avoided a double blast from Zero's arm cannons. Treble took that moment to attack Zero from behind and actually managed to get a hold on Zero's shoulder before being swung off and away. The dog yelped and whimpered but somehow managed to land on his feet. Zero turned back to face Bass and noticed that Bass had disappeared. He stood up completely and looked around. The others had quickly taken care of the few guards that Bass had brought with him.
"Did you kill all of them already? I figured they'd put up at least some sort of fight."
"We let a few of them go free. Just to tell the tale, of course." Zenton was grinning from ear to ear. Zero hung his head and groaned for a moment. He noticed that his armor seemed to be ripped and torn around his shoulder. He stopped and looked at it for a moment.
"Hey X. Come over here for a moment." X walked over to Zero and looked at his shoulder.
"How did they manage that?" X asked after examining the tear.
"I'm not sure. I think that's from when Treble gotta hold of my shoulder."
"That shouldn't have happened. Nothing Sigma can create could rip Titanium-X alloy like that."
"But if you add in the strength of Treble's jaws and then add in the fact that I literally swung him off of my arm you might find that another alloy could do it."
"We should probably go and ask Dr. Light."
"Good idea." Zero turned and looked at Toronto and Zenton. "Can you two handle things here? We need to go see the doctor." Zenton looked at Zero's shoulder and nodded. He stood and watched as X and Zero turned into their separate beams of light and went into the sky.
Dr. Light noticed the gash in Zero's shoulder before they were even in the lab.
"You were right about the combination of events that led to your shoulder being torn, Zero," he said as the two materialized. "You didn't, however, notice that one of Treble's teeth got lodged in your shoulder. Come over to the table." Zero looked at the table that always came up when Dr. Light mentioned it. Different repair instruments came out of the table as Zero sat down. He winced as they pulled the robotic dog's tooth out and then they went to repairing the rip in his armor. "Did you want Toronto to become part of our little group of Reploids?"
Zero thought about it for a moment. "What about that broadsword of his? Would he still be able to use it?"
"Is Zenton a sorcerer?"
"Good point. If we can bring him around to it, it wouldn't be a bad idea. He's huge. You turn him into a Reploid and we might be able to match Sigma for size as well as armor. Can we actually feel pain? That's the first time I've actually been hit since you turned me into a Reploid. I don't remember feeling a thing. That might have just been the adrenaline rush." Light's face looked amused.
"The only thing that can truly hurt you is a plasma blast or if they manage to get to the circuitry under the armor like Treble did. If you're out of the armor, you can feel everything but you will notice a severe reduction in the amount of pain you feel."
"What about breaking bones?"
"What did it take to rip your armor?"
"Same material?"
"Of course. Only the Titanium-X alloy is light enough and strong enough to handle the kind of force necessary for a skeleton." "Thanks, doc."
Toronto and Zenton were catching up on old times when the other two came back.
"You've been on the run from Sigma for this long?" Toronto was asking.
"Pretty much. I finally managed to run into the rebels that have been fighting Sigma for a while. That's where I met Seero. We been friends since then."
"Unfortunately," Zero said sarcastically from behind the two of them. Zenton turned to face the two of them.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to get stitches. What did you think? You saw the gash in my shoulder."
"Which doesn't happen to be there anymore. Does the doc have some sort of band-aid set in the lab or something?"
"Apparently the Titanium-X alloy is easy to repair too," Zero said and then turned to face Toronto. "The doc suggested that we ask if you'd like to join us. And I don't just mean helping us. I mean becoming a robot like we are."
"Who is this doctor?" came Toronto's rumbling reply.
Ch.5
Spring the Trap
"You are sure that there is no way that it could have a been just a bunch of normal Reploids out for a march or something?" Light seemed to be adamant on the fact that they didn't check to see if it was a column of Mavericks there was no way to be sure that they were Mavericks. Zero sighed.
"Doc, in our time, the only Reploids there are, other than Mavericks, are us. Any Maverick that goes Hunter is destroyed immediately by his fellows."
"Then the only thing you can do is go and destroy the entire column."
"By ourselves?" Zenton was confused. "You want us to go take out an entire column of Mavericks when I don't even have armor yet?"
X cleared his throat before Light could get another word in. "We could liberate the nearby town and distract them from the direction they're heading." X outlined his plan to them. Light was laughing with delight when he finished.
"Get to it, boys." He said when he finally quit.
The normal townspeople all watched as the tall man walked through their midst. They all knew each other by sight if not name, but no one knew this person. He walked straight through their town and headed straight for the local store. He asked a few questions and left the store to head down a side alley. Not a one of them saw as he suddenly disappeared.
The town held a general meeting every night while the Reploids were on the outer rings of their patrol. The man they deferred to was known as Toronto. Some said it was the name of one of the ancient cities, but none were very sure. They only knew that the young man was the only one who had the guts to lead them, not to mention the brains. What the rest didn't know is that he could sense their minds. That was how he knew exactly when to call off the meeting. He could tell when the Reploids were coming back.
Everyone could tell that something strange was going on. They all had seen this man but only the storekeeper had actually been able to get a good look at him. Some thought he might be an angel and were discussing this at length when Toronto called them to order.
"Yes, we all saw him. No, I'm not going to do anything about it. He may very well have been a Reploid in disguise for all we know. We don't know what his intentions were. I will try to contact him next time he appears," Toronto's voice was one that made you wonder if he weren't perhaps somehow connected to the bowels of the earth itself. His words rumbled across the space of the room where they met.
Suddenly a new presence intruded upon Toronto's mind. "Perhaps I could show you the man you saw earlier today. I might even be able to give away part of his thoughts. For a price." The voice seemed to come out of the air itself. No one knew where the voice came from except for Toronto, who only had a vague notion. Toronto got up from where he sat. He was huge. He suddenly held an enormous broadsword in his hand. The blade itself seemed to shine with an almost holy light.
"Show yourself or be harmed," came the rumbling threat.
"You mean to tell me you've had that thing in your pocket the whole time and you still haven't gotten rid of the Reploids? Geez, it's no wonder we humans are always in trouble. Most of the people who can fight won't and all the people who can't fight get in the way of those of us who are willing to. Oi."
"I said show yourself."
"Just as soon as you put your knife up, big boy."
The broadsword disappeared as quickly as it had come and Toronto seemed only to get more impatient. "Well?"
Seero chose to discard his armor and jumped down from the ceiling. He landed directly in the middle of their circle. The people gasped and collectively moved back a few steps. Seero didn't bother to stand up straight. He merely crouched right as he landed and froze in that position. Toronto was the first to break the silence. "You're the one who went through the town earlier today. Why?" Toronto seemed offended for some reason.
"So, you're the leader of this community?" Seero asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"I'm offering you the chance for freedom." A gasp went through the room. One of the older men in the back began yelling.
"Just how do you expect to do that, kid?"
"You ever heard of a Reploid, gramps?" asked Seero, now standing up to his full height.
"I should hope I have. Had'em looking me over for fifty, sixty years now. All my life in any case."
"Then you're about to get a shock. You might wanna sit down. Those aren't real Reploids. Those are Reploids who have gone what's known to some as Maverick. I myself am a Reploid. I am not a Maverick."
"You look awful human to me."
"Really?" Seero asked with a bit of sarcastic surprise. "You could have fooled me with all of your talk about my possibly being a Reploid spy. But do you believe me?"
The old man looked at Seero as if judging his soul before the heavenly throne. "Nope. I don't."
"Then you shall be made to see, as was the one who doubted." With that Seero crouched and jumped straight up into the darkness that hovered above the chamber, yet under the roof. Melodrama had its uses. Zero came down to replace him, now wearing the black armor that once belonged to his imposter. "Now do you believe, old man?"
"It seems that I would have no choice, seeing as how the evidence stands in the middle of the council circle."
Zero took off his helmet. "Thank you. I hate arguing with stubborn people, even when they happen to be right. My name is Zero in this form." He flashed back to his true crimson colors. "This is how I am usually colored. I have two friends who help me. One goes by the name of Mega Man X, or just X. The other goes by the name of Zenton."
Toronto was up like a thunderstorm, sudden in its ferocity. "What do you know of Zenton?" Zero noticed that the broadsword had reappeared. He teleported behind Toronto. Everyone else gasped. Toronto spun, not really knowing where Zero had gone, just that the direction hadn't been specific. As he spun he brought the broadsword down in Zero's vicinity. Zero sidestepped the blade and caught it as it came around from the other side, being forced to use both hands to counter Toronto's colossal strength.
"I believe I told you to put the sword up. I expect to be listened to."
Toronto controlled himself with an obvious effort. He turned and looked at Zero.
"Where is Zenton?"
"Zenton's fine. He's actually one of my best friends. "
"Can you get him here?" Toronto asked, after a moment.
"I can try." Zero seemed to be looking out into nowhere. "He's coming. In the meantime, do you want to hear our plan or not?"
"We will listen to your words."
Two beams of light came down through the ceiling as Zero was outlining the plan. X and Zenton formed in a moment. Zero turned and looked at the two of them. "It's about time you got here. I was beginning to think you had abandoned me."
Zenton walked forward into the middle of the circle to stand with Zero. "Hello, Toronto."
"Zenton."
"It's been a while, Toronto." Zenton still was not wearing any armor. Apparently Light was taking a little longer than he thought.
"Too long. Last time I checked you were only about a step ahead of the Reploid squad that was after you."
"They all kind of ran out of steam when I jumped into the river and swam across. For some reason Sigma forgot to waterproof them."
"Sigma?"
Zero stepped in. "You'll find out about him in due time. Does anyone know how much time we've got left before the Mavericks come back?"
Toronto's face took on an almost absent look. "We've still got a good bit of time. Probably close to an hour."
Zero looked around at the massed people, a good number of which were still staring at X and himself. "In that case, why don't I outline this plan that X, Zenton, and myself have put together and we'll see what you all think about it."
A line of Reploids was coming across the field toward the town. The leader was clothed in a cloak that hid his face and body features. He held up his hand for a halt. Another robot came forward and talked to him for a moment. The leader held his hand up and motioned for the forward motion to continue once more. They passed the town, talking only to the leader of the guards for a moment. The column continued on down the road.
A riot had erupted in the square. The captain of the guards didn't know what to do. The humans here had almost been likable. He didn't have the slightest idea what was going on. He looked and saw two figures darting this way and that through the crowd. He realized that everywhere one of them went, one of his guards seemed to collapse. He noticed that one of the figures seemed to be a reddish color while the other one was sort of white with the occasional glimpse of blue. He stood dumbfounded as he realized that they were moving beyond the speed he thought possible for humans. The white one was almost in his face as he turned to run and came face to face with Zero.
"Going somewhere?" Zero asked him. "I'm afraid we can't let you do that. You'd miss all the fun that way. You're going to have to remain here for the rest of your life." Zero smiled sinisterly. "You don't need to worry, though, 'cause that won't be long." Zero deliberately began counting off his charging levels while the captain stood frozen to the spot, his face pure terror. Zero brought his cannon up. "Time's up." He fired and watched what remained of the captain's body fly through the air.
The column had halted again for the usual rest stop that evening. One of the soldiers who was on lookout noticed what looked like a human coming down the road. He turned and looked at one of the Reploids who were lounging on the ground. "You. Go get the boss. We need to reinstall a few lessons." The Reploid got up and went running to find the leader.
The old man looked like he was scared out of his wits when the leader finally showed up.
"What happened? Why aren't you at your community?" The leader asked in a snarling voice.
"We were attacked by robots, masters. They were fierce and overwhelmed our guards. You must go destroy them. Please, masters!"
"Somebody take this wretch out of my sight. Reverse the column. It looks like we'll have to go back. This just might be the Reploids we're looking for."
The column was done looking through the town several hours later.
The cloaked leader still spoke with a snarl. "Have they found anything yet?"
"No sir," Replied on of the Reploids that stood nearby.
A voice came out of the air behind them. "What's the matter pal? Can't find us? You should teach your Reploids to look up. We've been on top of this building the whole time."
The leader turned dropping the cloak from his head in his haste. Zero grinned when he noticed that the leader was actually Bass. All Bass could see was the outline of four people.
"Who are you?" Bass seemed to be unworried.
"What? You mean you don't recognize the sound of my voice? I figured you'd never forget it after that first fight." Bass's eyes widened in recognition. "I only knocked you around like a rag doll. Surely I get some recognition for that."
Zero jumped off the building to land in front of Bass. Bass stepped back and once again called his shrill whistle. Zero watched as Treble once again came bounding out of nowhere. The dog slid to a stop. Bass had a sneer plastered on his face.
"This time I don't think you'll find me as easy to beat. You caught me off guard last time. Now I'm ready." Bass stepped back and once again set himself for a fight. Zero noticed that it wasn't too much different from the way X stood. Bass launched himself at Zero and watched as Zero stepped to the side and smoothly avoided his attack. Bass turned and narrowly avoided a double blast from Zero's arm cannons. Treble took that moment to attack Zero from behind and actually managed to get a hold on Zero's shoulder before being swung off and away. The dog yelped and whimpered but somehow managed to land on his feet. Zero turned back to face Bass and noticed that Bass had disappeared. He stood up completely and looked around. The others had quickly taken care of the few guards that Bass had brought with him.
"Did you kill all of them already? I figured they'd put up at least some sort of fight."
"We let a few of them go free. Just to tell the tale, of course." Zenton was grinning from ear to ear. Zero hung his head and groaned for a moment. He noticed that his armor seemed to be ripped and torn around his shoulder. He stopped and looked at it for a moment.
"Hey X. Come over here for a moment." X walked over to Zero and looked at his shoulder.
"How did they manage that?" X asked after examining the tear.
"I'm not sure. I think that's from when Treble gotta hold of my shoulder."
"That shouldn't have happened. Nothing Sigma can create could rip Titanium-X alloy like that."
"But if you add in the strength of Treble's jaws and then add in the fact that I literally swung him off of my arm you might find that another alloy could do it."
"We should probably go and ask Dr. Light."
"Good idea." Zero turned and looked at Toronto and Zenton. "Can you two handle things here? We need to go see the doctor." Zenton looked at Zero's shoulder and nodded. He stood and watched as X and Zero turned into their separate beams of light and went into the sky.
Dr. Light noticed the gash in Zero's shoulder before they were even in the lab.
"You were right about the combination of events that led to your shoulder being torn, Zero," he said as the two materialized. "You didn't, however, notice that one of Treble's teeth got lodged in your shoulder. Come over to the table." Zero looked at the table that always came up when Dr. Light mentioned it. Different repair instruments came out of the table as Zero sat down. He winced as they pulled the robotic dog's tooth out and then they went to repairing the rip in his armor. "Did you want Toronto to become part of our little group of Reploids?"
Zero thought about it for a moment. "What about that broadsword of his? Would he still be able to use it?"
"Is Zenton a sorcerer?"
"Good point. If we can bring him around to it, it wouldn't be a bad idea. He's huge. You turn him into a Reploid and we might be able to match Sigma for size as well as armor. Can we actually feel pain? That's the first time I've actually been hit since you turned me into a Reploid. I don't remember feeling a thing. That might have just been the adrenaline rush." Light's face looked amused.
"The only thing that can truly hurt you is a plasma blast or if they manage to get to the circuitry under the armor like Treble did. If you're out of the armor, you can feel everything but you will notice a severe reduction in the amount of pain you feel."
"What about breaking bones?"
"What did it take to rip your armor?"
"Same material?"
"Of course. Only the Titanium-X alloy is light enough and strong enough to handle the kind of force necessary for a skeleton." "Thanks, doc."
Toronto and Zenton were catching up on old times when the other two came back.
"You've been on the run from Sigma for this long?" Toronto was asking.
"Pretty much. I finally managed to run into the rebels that have been fighting Sigma for a while. That's where I met Seero. We been friends since then."
"Unfortunately," Zero said sarcastically from behind the two of them. Zenton turned to face the two of them.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to get stitches. What did you think? You saw the gash in my shoulder."
"Which doesn't happen to be there anymore. Does the doc have some sort of band-aid set in the lab or something?"
"Apparently the Titanium-X alloy is easy to repair too," Zero said and then turned to face Toronto. "The doc suggested that we ask if you'd like to join us. And I don't just mean helping us. I mean becoming a robot like we are."
"Who is this doctor?" came Toronto's rumbling reply.