He was an old bot, a very old bot. Probably one of the oldest Mavericks here. Guys like him usually don't last long before the 'Virus' takes them over, so his continued competence and maintained sanity was worth as much as any weapon.

He was there when it all began, when Sigma united those that agreed with his vision of the future under his banner, granting them the title of Maverick. He was there in Sigma's first fortress, barely escaping with his life when Mega Man X and the Red Savior massacred everyone inside. He assisted the X Hunters in assembling the Red Savior, only for the hated Blue Bomber to undo all their work with his poisoned words, corrupting the web of truth Lord Sigma placed in his mind.

He was there for DopplerTown, the Repliforce War, the Eurasia Colony Crash, and throughout it all he could see the deterioration of their once proud leader's mental state. He was there when Mega Man X was nothing more than a fly in the ointment, he was there when X was considered a worthy foe to be respected, and he was there for his leader's final days, as Lord Sigma's constant defeats and resurrections reduced him to a frothing, disgusting creature forced to play servant to a human AI that long since abandoned the Maverick cause.

Seeing the Maverick's hated foe reduced to barely a torso, his face scrunched in pain as his Energen flowed from what remained of his corpse, was the happiest day of this clunker's life, right next to discovering this dimension full of resources to plunder!

And then, 50 years after their arrival, the Blue Bomber suddenly came back to life and took down three of the eight generals, and gave the Zennin proof of their existence to the United Nations. Fat lot of good that did, but with Saginata's death and Perckershark still under repairs after 8 years, they were fully reliant on the fleshbag known as Dogen to finance their endeavors. For years his belief in the Maverick cause had been dimming with Lord Sigma's sanity, watching in disbelief and terror as the fleshbag's champion changed from a naive, lucky son of a bitch to a one man army. Whereas once he needed a full platoon of hunters against a single Maverick general and their leader, now he can take on the generals and their men by himself!

Maybe that was why Lord Sigma, or rather, that insane gibbering wreck that used to be Lord Sigma, decided to destroy the very planet they were built on. It certainly wasn't the idea of that human AI he partnered himself with, loathe as he was to admit it. Lord Sigma…let his hatred take over. If it wasn't for his new masters, the Maverick cause would have been dead in the water.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

His internal comm turned on. {D-33J, please report to my office.} And speaking of their new masters, it looks like he was needed once again.


D-33J was the name he was given by his Reploid creators in the Reploid factor he was built at. He wasn't Arnold James, babysitter extraordinary anymore, a pitiful servant of the fleshbags built to rear their spawn because they were too lazy to do it themselves, he was a vital function in the day to day minutia of whatever general he found himself in the company of. From Chill Penguin to Gravity Beetle, he'd seen and experienced a lot, but for his master to keep calling him in again and again? He wasn't being modest when he said that the advice of an Energen Supply Manager wasn't worth that much, but she thought otherwise.

His trek through the base took only a couple minutes, which was an eternity for him given how freely teleportation was used before Saginata's death. What once took half a second now took 40 minutes, and unless you were in a squad, you were hoofing it everywhere.

He walked past the window, ignoring the angelic, impossible scenery out there, having gotten used to it decades ago. The entire base was a love letter to the human religion known as Christianity, fitting given the designs of the new masters. It was a welcome change from the drab and dreary look of a typical Maverick base, that's for sure.

Two elevator rides up and he was at her office door. It was completely different from the other master's, a privilege Mistress Eratoeir wouldn't even give her own siblings. It was so sterile, some might say AI Generated. The door was a stereotypical science door from a 3D asset pack you could get for free back in their own world. The only bit of passion or creativity he could see was the giant, blue uppercase L placed above the door, and he only knew that because something deep in his Maverick coding absolutely, utterly loathed it for no adequately explainable reason.

"This is Maintenance Unit D-133J reporting." He announced calmly as he felt an invisible body scanner go down his frame. Once it was complete, the door slid upward, revealing a very empty room with only a single desk in the center. "What is it that you require of me?" Her blue eyes bore into his monooptic in response, her emotionless gaze causing his CPU to imitate the human act of shivering in response. "M-mam?"

He ought to have been used to the uncanny, the repulsive, and the terrifying. The Maverick forces were usually made up of those types of bots for the ground troops, bots that were glad to hide their faces under a visiage actually meant to inspire fear. Lord Sigma was a prime example of that, his skin tone and the internals of his head resembling that of a human, but his face was more alienlike, uncanny. His pupiless, lens-like blue eyes, the perfectly sculpted square chin, the claw marks going down his eyes that he kept with each and every resurrection, Lord Sigma knew he was terrifying to friend and foe alike, and he loved it.

This master however…he didn't know if she even cared. She did not share Lord Sigma's alien-like features, and instead was what the humans would call 'uncannily beautiful.' if they weren't looking at her prodigious artificial mammary glands and instead stared at her face, they'd see just how inhuman she truly was.

Then again, what Reploid truly looked human? Their parts quite often had blatant physical signs of being artificial, like the giant hands and clunky armored feet indicative of their race, but part of the purpose of Reploids was to bridge the gap between man and machine, with varying results, as history showed. Although some Reploids certainly displayed less emotional range than others, usually it was caused by a serious defect in their construction, the most likely scenario was that it was a flaw in their personality data affecting their ability to express themselves physically or verbally. Mistress Ico looked like she had those problems, but there wasn't a chance in hell Mistress Eratoeir would have some junkbot with a major software glitch into her inner circle.

Mistress Ico did not have a glitch in her Personality Matrix. She did not have a hardware malfunction that rendered her facial servos nonfunctional. No, she acted like a cold, lifeless machine because she felt like it. And like how the L outside made him and many other Mavericks feel that instinctive hateful rage, that some coding made him feel utter disgust, as if the Maverick side of him was offended by her very existence.

"Preparations for Operation Delta9 are complete." She said robotically, like a newbuilt that hadn't had a single personality training program installed into them. "After eight years of recovery we are finally going to make ourselves known to the world, and the Mega Man's allies will be the first to know our wrath." She stared at him for a full five seconds before asking. "Does that make you happy?"

He took a step back. "Y-yes?" Mechanical. Artificial. Stilted. These weren't words used normally to refer to Reploids, even ones meant to look as robotic as possible, yet they were the best words to describe her. Her facial servos hadn't so much as twitched since the conversation began, almost as though her CPU lacked the programming to move them. Helping with the unsettling nature was the deathlike pallor of her synthskin, which combined with everything else made him feel like he was talking to a well made animatronic. "I-is there anything you need, mistress?"

She nodded softly. "Tell me about my little brother once again. The upcoming mission is giving me a rush of nostalgia that I must quench immediately."

"R-right away!" He sat down on the air, a chair materializing for him as his CPU was synched up to this room's server. 'Something's wrong.' The 3d renderer displayed the proper files into a 3D space, showing a very familiar blue robot that loathed the Mavericks as much as he did them. Though you wouldn't be able to tell with that dumb youthful expression on his face, the image of a boy trying to play in the world of adults. 'I can feel it!' Why couldn't he shake this feeling?!


Hyōki shot up from the waterbed, feeling healthier than she had been for months. 'Doesn't take a genius to figure out where I am.' Shinobi and subtlety rarely went together, and Nachi was no exception. Looking down, she found that she was dressed up(describe outfit here) with a bra to boot! She missed having those, and it was a moisture wicking bra too! Now these two giant bastards won't be drowning in her sweat! Her hair felt light as a feather, and she didn't feel the overwhelming need to shovel away the dander from her locks with her fingernails! Hell, did she even have dandruff anymore?! She rubbed her arm, and her skin felt so buttery smooth! The fair creaminess she was supposed to have was actually there! On it's own! Without Chakra Supplementation!

'She even bathed me by hand!' Hyōki could feel Nachi's chakra signature all over her body, and yet she couldn't smell a lick of soap. No doubt the older Shinobi used her Chakra and affinity with water to quickly clean her up before Senpai came back to her. And speaking of Senpai, he was finally coming back to her! "Senpai…" Hyōki let out a nostalgic sigh as she rubbed the gift he left on her arm. Now that she wasn't fearing for her life or a reunion with her family, she could finally reminisce without interruptions.

For as long as she could remember, Hyōki never met a challenge she couldn't conquer. When she was 3 months old, she was walking when others were crawling. In her first year of life, she was speaking in full sentences. At 5 years old she was deemed fit to receive basic ninjutsu training. At age 8 her skills had jumped to the point she could be considered a team leader for the Zodiac Star Committee, and at age 9 she was performing her first assassinations for her family.

This was also around the time of her 11th birthday that her thieving sister took her family's attention away from her, so you could say that her meeting Senpai was like the gift those bastards would never have given her.

At the time she thought he was some male Zennin with the stupidest Shinobi Tenshin imaginable. He looked like a giant toy,down to the oversized limbs the designers used to hide whatever flavor of the month they were using to sucker stupid kids out of their money. And to make the image even more hilarious, he treated her like a civilian and tried to help her!

Naturally she buried the urge to laugh like a maniac, and decided to play along in his last moments She kept him talking, using his naivete of her true nature against him, and when he least expected it, she slashed at his throat and watched as her knife shattered against it, the force of her strike so powerful that not a single piece of metal was visible as the tiny shards fell to the pavement. Naturally he was confused, and so was she, though she came to a conclusion faster than he did. And that conclusion was: she didn't hit him hard enough.

She came back home bawling like a baby with broken bloodied hands. The most insulting part of it all was that he just stood there and took it, and then, to stab the knife in as deep as possible, he gave her a solid look of shame before he departed.

Now think about all that and all she accomplished at such a young age. She was a prideful young lady and that pride was so shattered that Hyoki reserved a large part in her hateful little heart just for him. Those giant armored feet, those giant ape-like white hands, and that blue Tokusatsu like armor, etched themselves deep into her heart and soul. Honestly, looking back on it all, it may have been the signs of her first crush.

That wasn't the end of their confrontations, and it wasn't the end of the piling failures she accumulated from them. He wasn't faster than her, and as far as she knew at the time, he was a physical fighter, as he didn't have any weapons she could see. What he did have however, was that armor of his. That beautiful blue armor…those giant, clunky feet…those stupid, massive ape hands…what a man! How could she have been so blind to his existence?!

Time and again she came back from her missions involving him with failure, her 'hatred' for him grew and grew, and the fact that the losses happened back to back, in a spawn of a week, was therapeutic in a twisted way. See, Hyōki had a dream, a beautiful one any Nukenin would gladly aspire to, and that was to kill the people she hated most: her family. She'd start with the bitch that popped her out her cobweb of a vagina, the tinydicked bitch that did whatever the first bitch said and playing bitch to whatever hooker he was affording so he didn't have to bang his wife, and that bitch of an older sister that the other two bitches loved more than her.

It was times like that that she wondered: did her desire for Senpai warp her psyche in any way? Nah, that's a stupid idea. 'God I hope he holds me again!'

She wiped the drool from her face and shook her head. 'Calm down..think happy, non pervy thoughts!' Now back to the thoughts of killing her family. Just thinking about the fantasies she came up with when planning out their slow, agonizing deaths made her shudder. And why stop with them? By the time she thought about slitting her father's throat with a kunai throw she already had access to her family's private servers and bank accounts, which meant she had the knowhow and info on a lot of Shinobi and the money to get to them. Why not just go hog wild on everything she hated? Being a Shinobi sucked, and what better way to get her revenge than to destroy the entire Shinobi way of life? And every other bimbo who followed their creed, Zennin or Akunin? And once she got that ridiculously overpowered armor off that blue jackass, it would've been sweet sailing from there on then!

And then in their next fight in the outskirts of the city, Senpai punched her through three buildings before she even drew her weapon. Next thing she knew, she woke up with bitch sister at her side in one of their family's hospitals. So the thief got to see her at her lowest, how fun! And then Bitch said something that really, really pissed her off, which helped put some things into perspective. so once she was cleared, any thoughts of familicide were put on the backburner. She had a giant blue eyesore to kill.

And she'd celebrate that by murdering her family sixteen times harder than she was originally going to!


Once he finished his tale, D-33J scooted his hoverchair away from his mistress as her internal temperature began to skyrocket from the stress. "S-should I continue?" All he received was an emotionless nod. "O-ok."Sigma's chin! How did she pull off a persona well crafted enough to fool the Mega Man?! "Aaaanywaaay, as I was saying…"

Responding to his thoughts once more, and pushing back the urge to yell at her to stop staring at him, the room's projector pulled from his memory banks another story, showing the Blue Bomber, whose colder, more calculated eyes indicated that this very late in his career, doing the most repulsive thing one could do to a Maverick. "J-443…" D-33J shook his head, the appearance of the other robot causing the recording to pause. "We were brothers, made by the same company and sharing the exact same mold. I always knew he was weak willed and fell for the Fleshbag's propaganda, but…. But…. The recording resumed, and showed the day he lost his brother.

{I-I can't!} J-443 shouted, pointing his handgun at him. Y-you're the Mega Man! You're a traitor to your race! You're a failure of a Reploid!}

{Then I guess that means we have something in common.} The Blue Bomber told him with all the warmth of the arctic, looking more like the Red Savior than humanity's last hope. {You saved more humans than I killed your men} He knelt down, not even flinching when the blaster bolt shot him in the face, not even damaging his synthetic skin. {And do you think Dread SquidKongis going to forgive you for doing my job for me?} The sarcastic shake of his head caused D-33J's mental state to fluctuate, which paused the recording yet again.

'Why didn't we see it coming?!" He groaned, pounding his fist in the air, a hard light square appearing below it just to give him something to hit. "If we became more ruthless in the futility of our quest for Reploid Supremacy, of course our enemy would adapt to our tactics!" And when the thing that became Lord Sigma boldly announced to the world his plans to crash the Eurasia Colony into the Earth..and when he did it… "Oh..oh good lord…" Never in his life would he have imagined that the famed Blue Bomber, the beacon of hope for humanity, could match and exceed the ruthlessness of the Red Savior. "So many men died, so fast..I barely had time to think!" There was a difference between the Blue Bomber's killings of his own people to…he shook his head. "I still can't delete it from my memory files!" Mega Man X hadn't snapped, but by Sigma's grace he wished he did; it would have made him so much easier to deal with. "Are you sure he doesn't remember-"

"-He spared Angepitoyeir and Droitclair, didn't he?" She gave him a cold stare. "Lord Sigma spared no expense to demoralize my brother, and five generals on our home world paid the price."

"Are you sure?!" The bot worked himself to points that any other Reploid would have suffered total system failure! "I-I can't deal with that monster again!"

"Trust me." Mistress said as warmly as she could, which was barely. "He doesn't remember." To think she derided their creator as a fool for locking away so many integral files from his CPU! Seeing her little brother so filled with hope was the one thing that kept her in that charade for so long. But alas, like every other person in his life, she shattered whatever wonder and happiness he might have had. At least unlike with the Maverick Wars, he had the time and support system needed to process his grief instead of holding in it. 'If I was still that girl, I would love to meet those five girls again, and thank them for everything that they did for him.' It was such a shame that she didn't have the capacity to draw on those emotions on her own anymore. "Please continue, D-33J."


Hyōki let out a yawn as she stared down at Tohno village from the top of Nachi's mansion. 'God it feels so good to be back at full strength!' 12% strength to be precise, which for the past 2 years was her 100%. The pain from the Energen Suppressor was a loving reminder of her Senpai.'This hovel is looking a lot better than it did last time.' there were more bricks and cement buildings, yet they still kept that old rural architecture. Nachi's place already had plumbing, but now it had even better plumbing, and knowing that timophile, she probably gave the rest of the village the same amenities in her effort to modernize it.

She honestly forgot how good middle class living felt compared. When you spend months in the crappiest parts of Japan, this might as well be top of the line luxury! And to think it was Senpai that brought her to such a low that she'd miss this mediocrity. She'd cut his head off if didn't result in her own head six feet underground. Once Senpai learned how durable a true Shinobi was, that was when she learned how much he was holding back. You'd think the fact that he knocked her unconscious with a single punch without even looking at her, with the same type of automatic response one would have swatting a mosquito, would have clued her in, but this was before she learned some restraint.

Though the thought of seeing him again did make her wonder something: what if they never had their last fight together? The one that changed her? Sure, fight was a strong word considering the utter beating he gave her, but-

"Are you done sightseeing?" Nachi ignored the shriek of surprise from the younger girl, who turned to her angrily. "Yes, it truly is a beautiful place to live-"

"-If I was 80 years older, then yeah." Hyōki rolled her eyes at the glare the older Shinobi gave her. "What do you want?"

"It's almost time." Nachi began. Hyōki's eyes lit up in wonder as an eager smile befitting a girl her age began to form on her face. "Our meeting place is-"

"SEEEENPAAAAI!" Nachi didn't have the chance to finish before Hyōki came running her way- "MOVE BITCH!-" and tossed her aside like a used napkin, laughing like a maniac as her voice disappeared into the distance. Nachi groaned and got up, dusting herself off. 5…4…3…2..

"Hey!" Doing her equivalent of an eye roll, the blue haired girl turned to the window where an embarrassed, red-faced Hyōki was sitting on the windowsill, trying not to look her in the eye. "W-where do I go?"