Replication: A megaman zero quest (20% less edgy)

Return: Talks
You are currently walking towards one of the strategy rooms in the Tower. Since not that many people will be present in this meeting, the science team reserved one of the conference rooms currently not in use.

You are among the first to arrive. There are 2 pantheons in guard duty standing at each side of the door, one of them holding a data pad.

"Name" says the one holding the data pad. His voice sounds remarkably like yours, if a bit distorted. You also didn't know pantheons could talk.

"Name" it repeats, throwing you out of your train of though.

"Megaman X" You answer almost hesitating. In all the recording you have of Master X speaking he always called himself 'Megaman X', but it still feels... disrespectful to refer to him in such way.

While you think about it, the pantheon checks the list item by item, until he finds "your" name in it.

The guard gestures with his free hand, and you finally enter the strategy room.

The room is a dark, medium sized one, the only source of illumination consisting on several screens in the walls.

Along the screens there are various navigator stations, and in the center there is a big holographic machine.

Besides you there's a couple scientist and technicians working on the holographic station, and standing on a corner is Tech Kracken, one of the leaders of the Zan'ei army.

...​

Several minutes later, and everyone is either present, or confirmed to be unable to assist. All the science team and engineering syndicate members are present, and the representatives of the Meikai, Zan'ei and the Explorer Corps are here as well.

Then, the presentation starts. A 3D map of Neo Arcadia appears on the holographic table, showing 8 big circles distributed across the city, and several dozen smaller points roughly at an even distribution.

The scientist explain what the map shows: The 8 points represent the 8 main reactors, while the rest of the points represents storage plants, smaller reactors and main distribution nodes.

The map changes again. This time, it shows the state of all the machinery described.

Most of the smaller reactors and secondary equipment is in good conditions or down for routinely maintenance, and as such they present no troubles for the electrical grid.

The bigger reactors on the other hand, are a far more complex matter.

3 of them, the "newer" ones, are in specialized buildings at the surface. Those are operating at optimal capacity, but there is no replacement pieces for those kind of models, and there hasn't been for a long time.

2 them are in near-surface underground facilities, access to them is difficult and one is starting to fail. The second one halted 17 years ago, and it has been impossible to fix ever since.

The last 3 are in what is denominated Under Arcadia, an extense network of tunnels and machinery, whose upper layers house all pipelines and service transmission machines, along with many maintenance stations.

The lower layers once were part to a bigger city, and were abandoned and built upon for several centuries, until all semblance of order and planning was lost. Most of it remains unexplored, and is on this level that the 3 reactors are located.

The technicians proceed to explain the oddities with the last 3 reactors, while the holographic station shows several graphs and historical photos.

When the city was facing a previous energy crisis 40 years after the elf wars, an expedition team found a functioning energy grid on Under Arcadia. They were able to pinpoint the source to 3 reactors, and later a team of engineers was able to stabilize the output and connect the grid to Neo Arcadia.

Currently, it is not know in what conditions the 3 last reactors are, but combined they provide roughly 40% of the energy used by the city.

The last expedition to check on those reactors was 15 years ago, and the next one is scheduled in 5 years.

After that, the holograms change again to show a big graph, illustrating the consume of energy of the city over time.

At this, one of the scientist explains that the levels of consumption have been increasing due to the natural growth of the population, while the generation of energy has increased due to new machinery being found, and brought over to the city to meet the demand.

At this Blizzack Staggroff, colonel, envoy of the Meikai Army and an imposing reploid with cannons instead of arms and horns made of ice, interrupts.

"The solution seems pretty simple to me. If we need more machinery, we should search more machinery and bring it here."

"That's not as straightforward as you make it seem to be" mentions Cuninth Dezorr, cutting the reply the scientist was about to say.

"Most remaining cities outside in the wastelands are either destroyed, plundered, or hidden. You could count the remaining ones with your h... You could count them with... There's too few of them left, and they are all heavily guarded."

The humanoid reploid stands up, and proceeds to walk around the room while speaking.

"Our corps and the Jin'en army intend to crackle them, eventually. But for now, they remain an option only on the direst of circumstances."

"There are many possible avenues, were the circumstances to require it" Mentions Tech Kraken from his corner, while the scientist sits, his face showing some degree of resigned exasperation.

"Doctor Pierre, show us a map of under arcadia if you please."

You didn't knew Tech Kraken knew the scientist, and by Dr. Pierre reaction, he also didn't.

A minute later, a rough, 2D map of the superior levels of Under Arcadia appears on the hologram table.

"Much Appreciated. Since we received the notification of this meeting, the Zan'ei army has been discussing alternatives to increment the strength of our energy production. As mister Dezorr already exposed," You notice the use of 'mister' instead of 'explorer' "we are not in capacity to raid the remaining cities yet."

"However," Tech Kraken continues, while he draws a line on the map "As the army of the shadows, we have extensive knowledge of close quarter combat and the layout of the city. A team of our most powerful members could travel the unexplored regions and collect the necessary machinery, or observe the conditions of the deepest reactors."

"Heh, I don't think so, squiddy" Answers Cuninth, arms crossed. "Your people is not qualified to identify the necessary equipment, much less bring it intact. And that is without even considering what kind of war machines lay down there. An army trained to catch petty terrorist has no place doing exploration."

You think you should deescalate the situation befor-

"You DARE mock the Zan'ei!?" Yup, you are stopping this now. "What does an undisciplined army of thi-"

"Enough!" You say, standing up to increment the effect.

"...As you wish, Master X" Says Kraken, lowering his body in-lieu of the head, which is kinda immobile.

"Erm, sorry about that" Says Dezorr, sitting down and undecided between looking down and killing kraken with his eyes.

Since no-one is speaking right now, you take your chance to share your ideas.

"It seems that the few sources of new reactors are more difficult than what we are able to deal with, as of now."

"While we may disagree on the methodology," You make a point to look at Tech and Cuninth "What it's clear is that the standard way of solving this particular problem has been to loot a new reactor from the wastes, and wait until the demand comes closer to the limit of generation."

"It occurs to me," You look at the scientist and technicians "perhaps we should attempt to research new sources of energy? We cannot depend on our old sources forever."

"Mmm... Ideally, it would be great to do that, but..." One of the scientist, a middle aged woman says "Our current budget allows for little research on theoretical areas, and most of our brightest minds are dedicated to nano-hydroponic research... It would take a while to start an energy program"

"Some of our engineers have knowledge and experience in uncommon energy sources" Says Staggroff "Many of our oldest ships still use hydrogen capture engines, for extended voyages. Such techniques could prove useful if they are expanded upon."

"Sounds interesting. Perhaps an arrangement could be made, and one of your ships be reassigned for research?" Immediately several technicians look at the young one among them as if she had brought a pack of dynamite.

The demeanor of Staggroff quickly changes, looking warily at the tech team.

"We would need to discuss such arrangement at length. Isn't the Rekku army in possession of energy generators too?"

"They are nominally in charge of all weather satellites, but currently they only have 5 under their control" Mentions Tech Kraken. "And their proper working is of vital importance to Neo Arcadia, so I doubt they will be willing to part with even one of those."

"Or you could, you know, use less energy? Out there in the wastelands, everyone and their creator knows that if you are low on water, bathing is a no-go. If the energy grid is similarly taxed, there's lots of luxuries than, strictly speaking, are luxuries"

"I'd prefer to leave such drastic measures in reserve, for the moment" You say. You fear the energy grid could collapse, but it is not happening just yet. "Hopefully it never will be necessary, to lower the life quality of the entire city..."

"Agreed" Says Tech Kraken, pensive "That kind of measures can always lead to... unhealthy though patters"

"You mean mavericks" Replies Dezorr. It would appear he is a very direct person, if not the entirely of the explorer corps.

"I believe my meaning was clear enough."

"Thank you for your insight, and your time. I will meditate on what was said, and if I come to a decision I will let you know." You have the intuition that everyone's points were already said. "With that said, I declare this meeting over."

And that was that. You have several options to muse about, later. For now, you walk towards your work-station, perhaps there's still time to check some of the papers they send you.

...​

It has been several weeks since you called your creator. It's late afternoon, and you are currently on the platform outside the old cargo bay in Area X.

You look at your left, your right, behind and just in case up, before initiating the call. You don't think even the satellites are high enough to spy on you on this place, but better safe than sorry, and all that.

"Hello?" Yep, is the right person in the line.

"Hello, Ciel" You say, a bit of happiness in your tone.

"Huh? Who is it?" She asks, perhaps as to not reveal delicate information by accident.

"It's me, Copy X" You answer.

"Is everything all righ? You haven't appear in public yet, and I've been checking all the channels"

"It is. And I intend to appear in roughly 2 weeks." You tell her.

"Oh. That's -crash- Sorry, give me a moment."

You hold the line, while on the other side you hear Ciel scolding someone.

"...What was that about?" You ask, puzled.

"Oh, that's agitt. I'm making some research on Cyber elves, and he is helping me test some theories. He is a playful little thing~"

"Ciel, can I ask you a favor?"

"I've already told you, of course you can. What is it?"

You organize your ideas a moment, before answering

"Well, I was wondering if you could tell me how to obtain combat armor? I need to increase my combat abilities, and knowing about armor would be incredibly helpful"

"Mmm... The kind of armor Master X used is named adaptor armor" She says, thinking out loud a little. "It is hard to make, but it completely bypass the need to carry it all the time, and can be used in a modular way."

"Master X was known to find those armors all the time" She continues, "and in time, he gained the capacity to integrate their code into his DNA. So technically speaking, you should be able to call forth some of his armor pieces."

You look at your hands and feet. Being able to invoke armor at will would be very nice, and possibly help you fight better.

"That would do it." You say, a smile on your face. ""What do I have to do to use such armor?"

"I... I don't really know." So much for that smile. "It should be natural, maybe... I really don't know."

You would never meant disrespect to Master X, but if this body is an exact copy of his, then his body is utterly, absolutely frustrating to use.

"There's another alternative..." She continues in a pondering tone "I could ask Cerveau to help me make some basic armor, but I would need to find adequate materials"

"If that's what it takes, I could provide them... I think" You answer. You would like very very much some way to improve your combat abilities, and if this can help...

"All right. I'll think about details as soon as I can, and will contact you later."

"Thanks" You say, and cut the call. You briefly wonder how is she exactly going to contact you, perhaps with some kind of secret encrypted signal or something.

With that in mind, you walk inside to practice your aim against the crates.

...​

You wake up. It has been several days since you last spoke to Ciel, and more than a month since you took control of the city, sort of.

You are reading the messages and dossiers from all the city, when you notice a letter from the principal laboratory.

It indicates that the activation of the 4 Reploid units and generals-to-be is due tomorrow, and ask is you are going to precede the procedure.

You are going to...
[X]Lead the activation procedure.
[X]Let the scientist proceed on their own (Will skip to the discourse)
[X]Write in.

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It seems like my muse likes to abandon me in my moment of need. Or maybe I'm just bad at writting while mildly sick. Perhaps someday I will master the art of consistent update lenght and time, but this is not the day!

Also, this is how Tech Kraken and Blizzack Staggroff look.

As always, questions and corrections are welcomed and appreciated.
 
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[X]Lead the activation procedure.

This is an important enough occasion that I think we should be there personally. In a way, they are almost our children.
 
Return: Awakening

The reploids to be activated are important. If everything goes well, they are to become the new generals of the Neo Arcadian forces.

They will lead the efforts to retake and recover this dying planet, and make it something better.

They are among the most advanced reploids made ever, and certainly the most advanced reploids officially made by Neo Arcadia.

And they are part of the last project Master X left.

Taking the decision does not take you time at all. You are supervising the activation procedures personally.

...​

The day passes as any other day. You spend the morning reading and cheching every last archive they sent you, studying your disks in the afternoon and practicing your aiming before noon.

You are slowly but surely gaining knowledge in all general topics, and you sure hope you are becoming a better shot each day. You think you are slightly better at shooting static targets, but it could be an artifact of perception.

You close the history lesson from your view, and deposit the disk close to the sleeping pod.

Tomorrow will be an important day, and being well-rested is a must. With that in mind, you drift to sleep.

...​

It is a hour before the specified time. You turn off the screens on your workstation, and walk towards the transerver room.

A pair of teleportations later, and you are on your way to the principal laboratory.

Finally, you reach the entrance. There is less activity than usual, you assume every non-essential personnel was asked to leave for today.

One of the scientist notices you, and bows. "Master X"

You nod respectfully, and proceed to ask.

"Is everything on schedule?"

"Erm, yes of course. We are checking that all the computers be on working order, and making final... uhm, checkings" He says, somewhat nervous. You can tell he has not slept well the last few days, by the rings under his eyes.

"I would like to see the pod chamber, if that's not inconvenient."

"Well, we are currently doing adjusting things, and, well.." He takes a couple seconds to collect his thoughts "Well, the thing is, they are rather delicate checks, and it may take... we need to perform a couple more info-runs on the things over the left, and..."

Another pause pass by.

"Give us a few couple minutes. 2 half hours, tops." He finally says.

Well, you can wait. You weren't going to do something in particular there, anyways.

"Of course."

You go towards one of the laboratory terminals. The only thing on display is the logo of the laboratory, a golden-yellow L on a blue background, behind a small Neo Arcadian symbol. It feels right and proper, for some reason.

...​

One hour and half have passed. You have an illusion to keep, and Ciel was very clear on what does and what doesn't constitute good behavior, but you are so very tempted to just glare at everyone until they get whatever they are doing done!

While you meticulously study the personnel while hoping they hurry up, one of the doors leading to the room 16 opens.

"All check-ups completed. Every system is ready to go."

At this, the few scientist in the area begin to enter the capsule room, and you walk after them.

The place looks the same as last time, there is the computers in the wall, and the 4 capsules in the center of the room, each at one side of a big cylinder-like device.

Dozens of cables go from the capsules to the ceiling, while others travel through the floor and connect to several computers.

The few scientist present (2 reploids and 3 humans) stand around the capsule, and the leader of the group, a reploid with a very fancy metal beard steps in front of one of the panels and primes the activation sequence.

"At your command, Master X" He says, his voice grave and serious, but his eyes showing great anticipation.

You pause for a moment. At this moment, you are about to see the metaphorical birth of 4 reploids, your kind. The closest you have been to this kind of moment was your own activation 2 months ago.

Now that you remember, when you got activated your arms had been removed for safety reasons. Yet here, the 3 you can see appear to be complete.

Different protocols, you muse.


"Proceed" you finally say.

The doctor press the screen, and immediately all the monitors change.

Hundreds of bars appear, accompanied by strings of protocols being activated and deactivated, and a dozen diagrams and models are shown.

Some of the energy cables begin to shine, and the capsules containing the reploids are simultaneously lowered by 4 pistons behind them, like some kind of flower.

Once the capsules are at ground level the bars begin to fill, and the diagrams with the bodies of the reploids become greener and greener as all the components shown are activated and tested.

The glass covering the front of each capsule slides open, several clamps around the reploids body deactivating with a soft "clinch".

The reploids are not active yet. You can still see a few bars filling up, the last systems charging power, the core reactors of their bodies activating, and then the crystals on their foreheads begin to glow.

For a few seconds, the red light coming from the crystals illuminates the room, but as quickly as it begun it ends. Then the 4 reploids open their eyes.


The closest one to you, a green reploid remarkably similar to you, but with a helmet carrying 2 wings, tries to walk forward.

Were they human of the same age, they would surely fall down an begin to cry, but a reploid's age works different. With only a few seconds of life they are capable of walking, and once the green reploid comes out of his capsule he begins to look at the screens and the room at large.

The other 3 are doing similar things. The blue reploid tries to test the movement of her fingers and her hand, while the red one looks at his brothers and the scientist.

Coming from behind the cylinder, you can see a black-colored reploid, with a helmet shaped like a horned mask. He appears to notice you looking at him, and decides that you are the most interesting thing in the room, for the moment.

"Who... am I?"

Every person present in the room turns towards the green-colored reploid. The leading scientist strokes his beard for a moment, then straightens his coat and proceeds to answer the question.

"You are the reploid 04 of the X numbers." The scientist slowly turns toward the other 3 "Your name is Sage Harpuia," He then looks at the blue reploid "Yours is Fairy Leviathan," He turns towards the red-fuchsia one "Fighting Fefnir," Finally, he looks at the dark reploid. "And lastly, you are Hidden Phantom".

The four stay still, until the dark one and the green one nod, accepting their names. The other 2 promptly follow.

The doctor pauses, looking at their reactions as an expert looks at their work, and only then decides to continue.

"You were created and are intended to direct and lead the forces of Neo Arcadia in their tasks." He then pauses for a moment, thinking "Do you... Understand what I say?"

The 4 reploids stay quiet for a moment, looking at him.

"Soo..." The red one finally asks "Which one of you is 'Neo'?"

...

...

In their defense, they are only 2 minutes old. At least they didn't accept to cover for someone before asking who he is...


[X]Let the doctor continue

-[X]Write in what to do later.​

[X]Explain things yourself now (Write in what to say)

[X]Explain things yourself later (Write in what to say, and where)

[X]Write in
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This took longer than expected. Although longer than expected does tend to be my usual writting speed... As always, comments and corrections are welcomed and appreciated.
 
[X]Explain things yourself now (Write in what to say)
-[X] Neo Arcadia is not a person, it is the last beacon of hope for humans and reploids. You four will help protect and nurture this city so one day the planet can be reclaimed from the damage dealt to it in the past. I am Megaman X, leader of Neo Arcadia. You four are derived directly from my DNA, which I guess in a way makes you my children.

This look good to everyone?
 
[X]Explain things yourself now (Write in what to say)
-[X] Neo Arcadia is not a person, it is the last beacon of hope for humans and reploids. You four will help protect and nurture this city so one day the planet can be reclaimed from the damage dealt to it in the past. I am Megaman X, leader of Neo Arcadia. You four are derived directly from my DNA, which I guess in a way makes you my children.
 
Return: Explanation
You could let the scientist end. He would most likely finish to explain what exactly Neo Arcadia is, tell them in detail about their purpose and so on and so forth.

On the other hand, this is a golden opportunity to introduce yourself to them, and the scientist can always finish his explanation and enter in details later.

With that in mind you collect your thoughts, and answer the question of the crimson reploid.

"Neo Arcadia is not a person, Fefnir" You try to convey amicability, and being good with names helps, you think. "It is a city. It is also the last beacon of hope for humans and reploids."

At this, the other 3 young reploids turn around towards you, a puzzled look on the blue one and a frown on the rest.

"Last beaco-"

"Why?" Says the female reploid, interrupting the green one and making him frown at her.

You take a moment to formulate the answer. There is so many details you simply don't know, several of them almost no-one alive knows, but you doubt they need such level of detail. At your right, the scientist is busy taking notes, while the others remain farther away, discreetly giving the 6 of you some space.

"During 2 hundred years, the world was engulfed in total war against the mavericks" You explain. They can be taught the details later "Each year more and more was lost, until at the end of the elf wars the only inhabitable place remaining was this one."

You look at their reactions. Being reploids, they should be mature enough already to understand the implications of your words.

Fefnir and the blue reploid -Fairy Leviathan, you highlight in your mind- look intrigued, as if you had been just telling a tale.

The green and dark reploids, on the other hand, show a more frowny expression.

"That is why we need you. You four will help protect this city, so no threat can destroy the last remnant of human and reploidkind. And you will nurture this city so one day the planet can be reclaimed from the damage dealt to it in the past. "

"You will be provided with all the tools and training necessary for such monumental task, of course" Says the lead scientist, taking the silence as a chance to speak. "Given your specs, it should not take more than a few months to have the four of you ready. If we are to keep schedule, of course."

"So... we are to become generals, in order to fulfill our purpose..." The dark reploid says, speaking for the first time. "Will we serve under someone else's name?"

"Yes." You say, looking at Hidden Phantom. "I am Megaman X, leader of Neo Arcadia. You are expected to follow my commands, however you see fit."

You are actually not sure how the command chain will exactly go, but you assume your explanation is true enough.

While you think of this, Phantom takes his time to look at you. A moment later he speaks.

"Understood, master. I promise I will fulfill that which is asked to me, and follow my duty until death" At this the reploid kneels in front of you, quickly enough to make you take half a step back. The scientist takes notes furiously at this.

"I will not disappoint you, master" He finally says, while the other 3 look at him.

"...You can rise, Phantom" Please.

A moment later, you decide to continue your explanation.

"In order to be the ones to heal the world of its grievous wounds, you were designed to be among the most powerful and capable reploids in existence. Your code is derived directly from my DNA"...Well, close enough ", which I guess in a way makes you my children. "

The 4 reploids look at you, then at each other, and then back at you. The scientist continues to take notes, evaluating their response. You can hear a faint 'so, that was what that was...' coming from his lips, though.

"We are... derived from your DNA?" Finally ask the green reploid -Harpuia-, after a moment of thinking. "What does that mean?"

"It means both the programs that make you You, and the programs that make your body Yours come from him" The scientist stops writing for a moment "Master X was the one that ordered your creation, and he gave us the programs necessary for your development."

"This DNA also makes all of you the closest reploids to Master X, genetically speaking" The doctor continues "In fact, your code is more akin to his than to each other. If any of you ever feels you having nothing in common with your fellow units, that may be the reason. But I digress."

The 4 units in question look at each other.

"If we share DNA, and we were made at the same time..." Fefnir says in a pensive tone "That would make us 'siblings', right?"

"That is correct" Mentions the scientist, already back on his notes.

"And since my number is the lowest..." Says Fairy Leviathan, continuing Fenfnir's idea" it means I'm the Eldest, and therefore the most Mature."

"It doesn't quite work like that" Says the scientist "I think that was enough questions for the moment. There's still several tests you must undergo, to ensure everything is going well. Also to assert your mental age, and personalities"

With that, everyone begins to leave the laboratory. You can see the 4 reploids follow the scientist to receive further testing.

...​

They seem quite young mentally, but promising all the same. And given that they must become generals in less than 6 months, anything less would not be acceptable.

You still have your daily duties to do, among other things. Ciel could try to contact you at any moment with the information on the basic armor, you have planned to talk in public, and you'd like to see how the new energy generation strategies go.

Well, you can think about things later and start walking now, since you are standing in the middle of the corridor.

You are going to... (unless something happens, all options will lead to discourse day)

[X]Continue with your routine (paperwork, studying, aim training)

-[X]Change something?

[X]Watch the development of 4 reploids (write in how)

[X]Write in
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Short update. And by the look of things, the introductory chapter is about to end in a few more updates (as usual, results may vary). You have so far created a routine, things have been fairly easy, and most allies have appeared.

Comments, corrections and suggestions are, as always, welcomed and appreciated.
 
[X]Continue with your routine (paperwork, studying, aim training)
-[X]order the scientists to forward all their findings to you
 
I I want to thank you for continuing this quest despite how underappreciated it is.
Low participation does hurt a bit, but as long as there is one person willing, I will do my best (or at least I'll warn before stopping).

And to tell you a "secret", I'm kinda hoping that, when the number of pages increases and desicions become more... tactical, participation rises a tad.
 
Omake: Forgotten tales, part 2: Ghosts
Omake: Forgotten tales, part 2: Ghosts


The sun rises slowly over the horizon.

Far away, a small figure walks along the dying grass.

She is a child, having seen no more than 14 springs.

Several kilometers away, there are some ruined buildings, clear signs of battle visible even from this distance.

The girl walks towards those buildings, seeking refuge from the sun and the arid wind. The sun is barely in the sky, but the temperature is going to rise fast.

She grabs a bottle of water and drinks. There's enough rations in her backpack for 3 days, so she must find a city before then.

There's a sound of turbines in the air. 3 transport vessels overfly the zone, traveling fast above the arid plains.

The girl throws herself to the ground. It is not strategy, but a terrible fear what moves her. She doesn't want to think about it. She must be strong, she must survive.

She reaches the buildings, after some hours. The heat is noticeable, but she doesn't care that much. The sun burns her skin however, so she is relieved when the shadow of the structures embrace her.

Hours pass. The girl search among the buildings. There's little of value there, only spent energy packets, rubble and junk.

There's a noise. Mavericks. Those terrible machines of war must have invaded the place!

Not enough time to run. She tries to find a hole to hide until the danger goes away, but it's useless. In her panic, she stumbles against her backpack and falls.

The steps, barely audible before become louder and louder. She tries to shrink as not to be seen, and then the figure enters the room.

He is a humanoid reploid. His size is rather short for a construction machine, but still large enough to tower over most people.

His hands are strong, used to carry heavy loads from place to place, yet his face is human, to better interact with human workers.

He looks around the room, searching for the source of noise. There's a metal bar on his right hand, on position to strike any enemy daring to attack him.

He looks down, and then he sees her. A tiny, fragile human trying to hide on a corner.

She sees a machine, taller than most people she knew, and with 2 gaping holes in his body.

"This is not a trick, is it!?" He says, looking at his sides for any hidden enemy.

She says nothing, against such foe there's no chance of escape.

He exhales. No other way around it.

"Are you human? Are you okay?" He asks.

She nods. The reploid is not trying to kill her, and there's nothing else she can do if he tries.

"I'm BM215-PA30, but you can call me Bob. What's your name" He says, some concern in his voice.

"A-alice" She replies, trepidation in her voice.

"Nice to meet you. Where do you come from, Alice?"

She immediately remembers. Her city, bright towers of metal surrounded by highways extending to the horizon.

Her school, her friends, her parents worried watching the news.

The troops that came to defend the city from the mavericks.

And the fire. The blinding light, and then the ball of fire consuming everything she knew.

She starts to breath faster, trying not to remember. She promised to be strong, she said she would survive.

A hand touches her shoulder. "It's okay" He looks at her, while she looks at nothing in particular."It's okay"

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The sun is setting over the horizon. With the moon high in the sky, visibility is good enough for seeing anything approach. Or for anything approaching to see you.

She heats her rations on the bonfire, while he checks his own bag. There's the pistol he took from his aggressors, in general much better weapon than the metal bar at his side.

Unless your enemy stops to wonder why are you alive at striking distance, that is.

It could be said he got lucky. The first round perforated his abdomen, making it harder for him to turn to the left. A minor thing, considering the wound.

The second round passed through his chest. It blown his primary coolant compartment, compromised 35% of his left hand strength and partially fissured his core reactor before going its merry way through his back.

He shouldn't be alive, he knows as much. And the occasional electrical discharges are beginning to worry him.

But he is here, and if any maverick attempts to vent him or the child he knows enough about guns to make sure they don't.

"Want some?" She ask, offering some food.

He declines. Some reploids are capable of tasting human food, but he is a simple construction reploid. And she needs it more.

Instead, he grabs an energy crystal from his favorite pouch and pops it in his mouth. It should be enough for at least 2 days, or a particularly extenuating activity.

---​

It's past midnight. He watches as the little human attempts to fall asleep.

She is trembling, and for the sunburns she had it's likely she insolated herself recently.

There's not much he can do about that, but the closest city has medical facilities to treat sickness like the ones the humans get.

---​

It's the second day of their travel, and the city is still several days away, if not more.

They stop at the small town, or rather, what until recently was a small town.

There's food, water and combustible things. The child is obviously sick, and the reploid had to carry her for the most part of the way. 2 days of walking and 3 energy crystal later they can allow themselves to rest.

There's a blinding fireball, and then a shockwave signals the arrival of new individuals.

"I detect some rodents in here. Rodents! Scum ready for the furnace!"

Another shot, another explosion and a car is sent flying in pieces across a street.

She reacts as fast as she can. Other reploids are here, and this ones are true Mavericks.

She feels weak, nauseous, cold, and without a weapon there's little she can do to help.

So she runs inside the closest house, as fast as her legs and health allow her.

He sees her running, being not fast enough to stop her. If they see Alice before him, she's dead.

Another structure explodes. Whoever those mavericks are, at least one of them is carrying a rocket launcher.

He runs toward a store. Climbing is agonizing, but he gets to the roof before another explosion shakes the empty town.

"Get out from whatever hole you are hiding, vermin! It is time for the exterminator to cleanse this place!"

Hidden in the roof, he sees the maverick. A robust model, with threads instead of feet and 4 arms ending in rockets, this enemy is clearly beyond his league.

He crawls anyway, drawing his new pistol to get a lucky shot and maybe make his arms detonate.

He aims his gun. The maverick roars another challenge, a 3 stories building being demolished by the insane machine.

A sudden kick in his abdomen sends him flying, falling barely over the edge and losing his aim.

A slender, tall reploid appears in front of him, and another nasty kick propels him toward the ground.

He falls hard. The maverick jumps to finish him off, and he only gets 2 shots before the insane machine kicks his weapon away.

He tries to rise up. A punch sends him to the ground, pain cursing across his back.

He then tries to grab the maverick, but his damaged hand is stopped by the stronger grip of the aggressor.

They struggle. The maverick barely strains himself, while BM215-PA30 tries to grab the weapon, now almost close enough to his right hand.

Then, the slim maverick laughs.

"Silly little bug, don't you know your sting is harmless? No matter. Nothing matters anymore"

The maverick uses his free hand to grab the gun.

And suddenly his head is in the grip of the right hand of the reploid.

A construction reploid is expected to grab and carry objects weighting several tons as a casual activity.

A war machine can support such pressures in most cases, and knows more than one technique to incapacitate the reploid attempting it.

This maverick is not a war machine, only a crazy reploid guided by his madness.

And so BM215-PA30 closes his hand.

The explosions continue. The reploid grabs his gun and runs toward the houses, hoping against hope the children is still alive.

She tries to run away, but there's no place to run. Some of the houses are already rubble, and the maverick is circling the area, relentless.

She grabs an alarm clock. Another boom, and the fragments of another house fall around the town.

There's little she can do. But still she holds the clock, and slowly walks around the building.

4 missiles fly away from the maverick, and fall in random places around the town. The insane machine roars, and demands the insects to come out of their nest.

She peeks from the window, and sees BM215-PA30 run from behind the maverick.

This is less than a chance, she knows. But she is a strong person, she promised she would survive and there are no other alternatives, so she opens the window and throws the clock against the maverick.

The clock didn't even hit. But the insane reploid notices it, and turns towards the correct house.

"Pitiful little mouse, human vermin must be..."

The sound of the 4 arms recharging is clearer than ever, and an instant before he fires a shot hits the maverick in the neck.

Then another shot hit his back, and another, and another, and another.

Disoriented and in great pain, the maverick tries to turn towards the reploid, but among all the shots one manages to hit a rocket, making 3 of his arms explode simultaneously and sending him straight towards a school building.

Another detonation is heard, and then nothing else happens.

"Alice! Alice, are you hurt?" Is all the reploid can manage to say.

The children has her eyes shut tight, she is sweating and refuses to move.

"Everything is okay" He tells her, "They are gone. The mavericks are all gone"

He spends half an hour calming her down.

---​

They rest until Alice recovers enough for them to travel. Even among the devastation, there's enough supplies to survive in the battle-scarred place.

The reploid looks at his chest wound. He is feeling weak, and the sparks have increased in the last days. He feels his body running hotter too.

No matter. He grabs his favorite pouch, downs 2 energy crystals and readies himself for the travel.

Alice is ready to go too. Her face still shows the sunburns, but the nausea and fever receded already and the Cap she found should protect her skin from further damage.

The next city is still days ahead and the terrain is harsh and arid, so they part at midnight, well rested and as ready as they will ever be.

War helicopters and cargo planes fly over contested skies, the occasional flash signals the destruction of a satellite, and the reploid and the girl continue their travel in the wasteland, searching for the closest inhabited city.

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As you may have noticed by the lack of updates, I'm currently kinda stuck. So instead of hiatusing the whole thing until I forgot it exist, I decided to write an omake (I have 4 of those planned since long ago) and put it here while I catch my muses and send them to the "human resources" department.
If you are wondering, in this quest Omakes like this have little to no impact on the plot, and are merely side-stories. This one, for example, takes place in the beginning of the elf wars, 100 years ago.
The chapter proper is 25-50% done, and should be put here whenever I "convince" my brain to cooperate with me. Sorry for the delays.
Almost forgot, comments, corrections and questions are pleasant to my waxy ears.
 
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Return: Now it's official.
Days pass, as you continue your usual activities. In the mornings, you read all the documents, messages and assorted stuff the constant activities of the city need you to read. By now, most everybody working on the Tower know of your presence, and rumors run amok in the rest of the city, but there hasn't been any official declaration on the matter.

You intend to solve that.

The afternoons are spent between your studies and fire practices. By now you are a decent shooter against static targets, but you not practiced a lot against moving ones.

Today, you tried shooting while running, at the usual cargo bay. While some of your shots missed (good thing there's little of value in deep space, or you would be much more worried of your stray shots), most of them hit the target area.

You have advanced far into your studies, but there's still a decent amount of information in the disks that you are yet to internalize. Once you do you will be at a basic level of academic knowledge, but by your current speed that will likely take months.

On the information you requested the security forces to feed you, there have been little incidents, the most notorious being a drunken brawl that ended up including 36 people.

But you are currently thinking of other things. Specifically, tomorrow is the day you will declare 'your' official return to the city.

The discourse had been sitting on your desk for almost a month, and you have read it twice already since you grab it on your way to your room.

...​

You wake up.

Today, you are going to make the announcement of your return to the city, and everything must be perfect.

With that in mind, you step up in front of one of the biggest monitors and activate a few programs.

In response the screen shows a high fidelity live feed of you, which you use to make sure your armor and body look spotless.

After that, you grab your favorite draft and proceed to walk towards the teleporter room.

...​

It took you a few minutes, but you are in front of the Judgment room. You breath in, and release.

Inside, there should be a camera team, ready to initiate transmission as soon as you get in position.

You wrote that paper. You have read it enough times to know by hearth its content, and since your "birth" you have had enough knowledge of Master X's mannerism to make a perfect delivery.

You are also projecting the discourse in your HUD, of course.

Steeling your mind for the task, you step up in front of the camera. There's a red light signaling the transmission is not yet on, and with the push of a button it changes to green.

"Citizens of Neo Arcadia, I am very glad to announce my return, as I'm very glad to have returned."

You speak in a calmed but warm tone. Master X was a very empathetic reploid, but also 200 years old. Too much emotivity would be suspicious.

"We are living an era of mixed gifts. The terrible wars that once plagued the face of the earth are nothing but a distant nightmare, but the scars of such conflicts still taint the landscape and harm those that try to live."

"There's peace among humans and reploids, but the remnants of the Maverick armies still destroy any attempt to settle beyond the limits of this city, the weather itself makes life impossible far from Neo Arcadia and the infrastructure slowly succumbs to time."

"But that has never been enough to destroy hope, and I'm glad to see this city, our city stand against all that conspires to destroy it."

"For almost a hundred years, this city has stood. Against the hate of the mavericks, it has stood. Against the harsh climate of this wounded planet, against the cruel destruction of the nations of the past, against the end of the world itself, it has stood."

"And it is because we are here, because we are united that such miracle is possible. I've always dreamed of peace. Between mankind and reploidkind, among the world nations, and between the reploids. I feel this peace is now closer than it has ever been, but it still needs more effort to become a true reality."

No discourse given by the real Master X would be complete without mentioning peace. You feel quite proud of adding it to the speech.

"Because of it, I'd like to announce that a great project is in the making. In a year, and for the first time in many decades this city will expand. We will recover the land that war and madness took away from us. We will fight, for the chance to heal. Not just for mere survival, but for growth. Military resources and manpower will be destined towards that goal, to ensure our future in this peaceful world."

"This project I feel it is necessary, and the Council approves it. But it is not without risks and hardship. You have given much for this city, yet I ask you to give a little more. Measures might be taken in the months to come, to sustain and empower that growth. I ask you patience, trust and comprehension."

"And I know that together we can make this dream reality. Peace is at hand, and with it we can grow strong enough to rebuild the world that war once destroyed."

"Thank you for your effort and for your time."

You wait for a few seconds, and the transmission is cut.

It is done. Now it's official. The city believes Master X has returned, and their fears will vanish soon enough. Now you must manage to channel the same personality that was able to keep this city safe for nearly a hundred years.

You hope you can do it. You have the necessary tools, the right face, the potential. Now it's just a matter of execution.

You walk outside the room, to continue your daily activities. There's still things to do, and you need to practice your math lessons today.

...


Ancient Robot master. Smarter than modern mechaniloids, but not truly sapient.
This machines would always obey their directives to the best of their abilities.


Days pass by. Weeks pass by. You continue your studies, your practice and your work.

You have keep contact with Ciel, albeit occasional. She has been working on multiple projects, most of them Cyber-elf related, and you are still expecting that she says something about the possibility of creating an armor. But this sort of things take time, you suppose.

You have been following the development of the 4 Generals-to-be. In the martial aspect they appear to be advancing wonderfully.

Although there are plans for specialized weapons for them, for now they are training with "standard" gear, so to speak. Or they should be, as Leviathan's "complain" about Zan'ei's training method indicates.

Each one appears to be developing their own combat style, as was to be expected. Harpuia and Phantom are trying for very high mobility and physical combat, while Leviathan and Fefnir play a more balanced strategy, combining physical attacks with ranged strikes.

They have not yet finished their training, but they are already very good. Your abilities, by contrast, have not improved as much. Relatively speaking.

You are a much better shot than you were a few months ago, your aiming can now be considered good instead of 'passable'. But you can feel there's something lacking in your exercises, something which could allow you to become more.

And even funnier, when you see the 4 reploids training or sparring, some instinct of yours can almost tell what they are going to do, or which attacks they should be doing. X's body is just weird, even if yours is a copy.

Emotionally, they are still young. Technically you are almost as young, but unlike them you have to keep appearances most of the time.

Harpuia seems to be maturing slightly faster than his brothers, fulfilling his duties with focus and discipline.

Phantom appears to have picked some mannerism from Kraken, and it's taking his training with zeal. The Zan'ei army is quite eager to train him with their advanced weaponry, although the science team believes they should wait a bit more.

Leviathan and Fefnir are maturing slower, but still at a reasonable pace. Although their personalities are quite alike, Fefnir appears to take things a tad too seriously, while Leviathan does the opposite.

...​

It has been 5 months since you took Master X's place at the lead of Neo Arcadia. The armies re-organization is almost complete, crime is low and minor measures to reinforce the energy grid have been taking place, as per your 'suggestions'.

The people is focusing on the incoming operations, and the subsequent growth and changes on population dynamics.

That is why, when you are woken up by an alarm in the middle of the night, the first thing to come to your mind is a half-though 'huh?'

You check the source of the alarm. One of the central monitors is beeping and showing a message in red letters.

Security Level-4 message, Urgent

You open the message as quick as possible. If you remember right, level 4 is directed towards all military command, and urgent means whatever is happening will require an immediate response.

As of 3:18, explorer teams 15 and 8 of the Jin'en Army are currently engaging hostile mechaniloids. Explorer team 2, 23 and 17 have reported reploid movements close to their positions, the spotted reploids are presumed hostile.

The mechaniloid group fighting E. team 8 is composed by 30+ man-sized war machines, 5-8 car-sized machines, number of smaller units not know.

E. team 15 faces a group at least 3 times as big, one enemy golem spotted.

Both explorer teams contain the standard 14 members and light-armored transport land vehicles.

Rekku rapid response teams are getting ready to deploy.

Geographic distance of the mentioned teams suggest a large mechaniloid mobilization, direction and size cannot be determined currently.

This message has been sent at 3:20, Neo Arcadia time.


...That doesn't sound good.

[X]Communicate with the generals of the armies, tell them that...(Write in)
[X]Communicate with the generals of the armies, order a deployment
-[X]which armies?
--[X]which forces?​
[X] Communicate with the explorer teams
-[X]tell them that...(Write in)​
[X]Write in
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My muses are still causing me troubles, so I decided to kidnapp my own internet acess a couple couple hours to make them comply. It worked. Also, congratulations for finishing the intro chapter! It ended up being like 10 times longer than I expected, but c'est la vie.

Your canon deviation score is: What deviation?

And with the intro chapter over, expect things to become a little more troublesome. The name of the game has always been to fight against destiny, but remember, your butterflies can only fly so high so far. Stats should be upgraded shortly.

As always, comments corrections and questions are appreciated and welcomed.
 
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