Mega Man Fan Fiction ❯ Warmachine ❯ Chapter 1: Searching for Answers ( Chapter 1 )
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By: VileMK3 
Non Anime: Mega Man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.22.2010 | Updated On: 10.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 445 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Mega Man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.22.2010 | Updated On: 10.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 445 | Status: Completed
Chapter 1: Searching for Answers
Flashes of red light, insane laughter, the cry of pain of a woman, a huge explosion and then suddenly, blackness. Vile slowly sat up in the pod he had been using to regenerate, his hand moving to the side of his head as the last images from the strange dream lingered on for a brief moment before vanishing.
“That dream again…” he muttered before swinging his legs over the side of the pod and rising up out of it. He reached for his helmet and quickly reattached it to the synthetic fabric of the undershirt he wore beneath his Reploid armor. Vile was a medium length Reploid built for resilience and strength, not finesse. His green and gold armor was still dirty, damaged from his latest defeat. His dark orange colored shoulder cannon was still only operating at half its full capacity and his jet boots still had no energy to properly function. In short, he was a mess, but he was alive.
His defeat on the moon, within Sigma’s final inner sanctum at the hands of the three Maverick Hunters: X, Zero and Axl, had been another painful kick to the groin for his pride. The renegade Maverick Hunter felt rage swelling up again before he smashed his fist hard into the plated wall of the small room he had chosen to hide in. The steel plate bent under the strain of the attack, the thin paint layer flaking more than it already had been. But he had survived the encounter; he always seemed to survive anything his life threw at him, with or without the help of some crazy scientist to rebuild his broken body. That battle had been three months ago now. They all thought he was dead.
“I showed them…” he muttered to himself as he looked at the sole object in the room other than the pod, a small mirror. A corner of his visor was cracked; he’d need to get that fixed as soon as possible as well. Despite all the work that needed to be done urgently on his body he didn’t have the money to pay for the maintenance. Everyone thought him dead so he could work as a mercenary, a gun for hire, but he couldn’t show his face in any of the more populated cities or important hubs such as Central City, which instantly narrowed any job offers. To make matters worse, the latest catastrophic defeat of the insane renegade Sigma and the mastermind behind the uprising: Lumine, had given the public image of the Maverick Hunters a much needed boost. The common people revered them as heroes, just like in the old days and the criminals and Mavericks feared them. There was little need for mercenaries now, or Mavericks to do another Reploid’s dirty work. No one dared risk having Hunters breathing down their necks. This resulted in a time of relative peace and for the first time since the Eurasia Incident people had the time and security to continue to rebuild the Earth. The planet was still on a slow descent to hell but they could slow it down, reduce the damage enough to make it habitable until they can find a new way into outer space. The Jacob Elevator sure was a complete and utter failure, Lumine saw to that.
To make matters worse it seemed Vile’s already fragile mind seemed to be slipping. Almost every night he was plagued by dreams, visions from the past, nightmares, whatever you want to call them. It was always the same scene. The scientist, the blood, the pods and himself inside of them. Vile was convinced it was a memory, a very old and buried memory of his origin, but it could just as well be an hallucination from the extensive damage he had suffered on the Moon.
‘He had no money and he was going insane. What better time to delve deeper into once past?’ That was the decision Vile had made a couple days ago. He had never known where he came from, who created him and why. He knew he could fight and he knew that was his only purpose, but why? Regardless of the difficulty, the renegade had made up his mind. There was nothing else to do, and perhaps in his research he could find something that would get him the money he needed to put himself back in perfect working order.
Turning to face it, he opened the door and walked through. Vile had been hiding in the rundown, crummy West City. The Eurasia Colony’s drop to earth had wreaked havoc here more than anywhere else on the mainland and it had become mostly a refuge for criminals. Some sectors of the metropolis were being used to house civilians who had nowhere else to go and local law enforcers and Hunters made sure they were kept safe from the scum that lived around those inner sectors. Vile looked the part so the scum had left him alone, allowed him to enter their sectors. Vile walked through the dirty, debris filled corridors of what used to be a much more homely apartment building and made his way down to the lobby. He passed numerous empty rooms along the way, most of which didn’t even have a ceiling anymore. The new proprietor had managed to scrounge up a few semi-working pods to regenerate the Reploid’s seeking shelter. Since he was one of the few who had been able to get his hands on them, and managed to keep them, he was able to ask the most ridiculous of prices for their use.
Reaching the ground floor Vile spotted a bit of loose change lying on the counter and grabbed it as he passed by.
“Shouldn’t of asked so much.” He muttered, not even glancing at the destroyed body of the owner. The man had been a nuisance and Vile was stretched for cash so he hadn’t exactly felt like paying for a place to rest. The easiest solution was to put the Maverick scum out of his misery and be done with it. It wasn’t like there was any law to abide in that hellhole.
Walking out onto the streets Vile looked up at the morning sky. One would think the rays of the sun piercing through what few clouds filled the blue sky would brighten up the sad state in which the city found itself. But instead it made the place look more sad, decrepit and repulsive than it did by night. Ruinous buildings and makeshift hovels filled the streets. Some parts of the city were completely uninhabitable due to the sky highways that tumbled down onto the streets below as the columns that normally held them aloft broke down. The force of the impact of the colony years ago had ravaged the streets, the homes, the vehicles, and the people. The dead had long been removed from the streets but the carnage was still there. The renegade sighed once, not at the senseless death that had been the result of Sigma’s folly, no, he couldn’t care less about inferior creatures. He sighed at how low he had sunk, killing apartment proprietors for poor quality regenerating pods and then stealing from the dead Reploid to boot. He didn’t doubt that if this kept up he’d run into trouble sooner or later, trouble he couldn’t handle in his current condition and which would be the end of him.
His investigations into the visions had come up empty handed, but that was to be expected. But instead he had delved deeper into the archives of the Maverick Hunter history which was available to the public. One public report in a newspaper from a couple of decades ago had spoken of an incident in Central City. Some gigantic explosion had blown an entire block sky high. It had happened around the time Vile entered service as a Maverick Hunter and he had no recollection of anything happening prior to his enlistment. It was a long shot but perhaps it was connected. Perhaps he was some kind of Reploid gone haywire and decided to take down the block for fun. Zero had been crazed like that in the past, no reason why a loose cannon like Vile couldn’t have been. Vile had been unable to visit the site personally but through some further inquiries he had tracked down the reports from the salvage crew to a small archive installation here in West city. If he was lucky the facility was still standing in one of the sectors and if he was even luckier the files had survived the fallout. Fortune smiled on Vile but sneered at the same time. The facility was still standing, safe and sound if not a little shaken, but it was in one of the civilian sectors. Few would truly recognize him as Vile, especially not since they weren’t exactly looking for him. But you never know which old familiar faces you could run into there. He had to find another way in, and he knew just where to begin. Vile set off towards sector A-7, where the facility was located. He had made arrangements with one of the local guards to meet him at the side entrance with the false promise of information on a wanted criminal. In any other circumstance such a meeting would be suspect right from the start and reek of a trap or a setup. But the guard had been young and all too eager to claim the fame of capturing a wanted criminal and perhaps get an instant promotion in. So the rookie had agreed and when Vile checked his internal time display he knew the anxious young Reploid was already waiting for him at the meeting spot. He had chosen his victim well; the Reploid would most certainly be carrying the necessary key cards to gain entry as he was able to sneak in and out unopposed for a meeting like this. Vile quickly found himself running through the streets of the ruinous city. He was being watched. Not by anyone in particular, but he had weapons, he looked like he had a few healthy parts left and he was alone. Those were all the trademarks of easy-pickings for the thieves, thugs and generic criminals that roamed the ghostly city unsupervised.
~~*~*~~
The Civilian Sectors, more specifically sector A-7 through 12 and B-0 through 5, had been closed off from the rest of the city with barricades, walls and guard posts. No one got in or out without the proper clearance or permission. Despite this inhibition of freedom, the people who lived in those sectors gladly gave up that freedom for the security it offered them, something they thought they had lost so long ago.
The meeting place was an old square a few houses south of the east entrance of sector A-7. The richest of the refugees lived in that sector so they could afford to have a wall encircle the entirety of their domain. Security was tight; Vile could spot that from his vantage point in one of the few standing buildings around the square. Large turrets had been installed that would activate when the alarm was sounded and there were 24/7 patrols atop the walls. Checking the time again, Vile was pleased to see the guard was on time and as expected; alone.
“Hello?” the young man called out, gripping the arm-mounted buster a little more tightly. He was nervous and knew that against a serious threat his low-grade buster wouldn’t do much good. Why he would risk coming out here alone in the first place than, even for fame and promotion, was a mystery to Vile.
“I-I’m here. On time. Just as we agreed!” the Reploid continued, jumping at shadows and looking around nervously until he finally reached the waterless fountain. His eyes seemed to admire the stone mermaid that once poured water into the basin below through a jar on her shoulder.
Vile had no time for pleasantries so he decided to act now, while the guard was distracted, and not to mention outside the view of anyone on the walls. Placing one booted leg on the window frame of the building, Vile jumped out of it, landing with a loud thump on the tiled ground behind the guard. Before the Reploid even had time to turn and face the threat, it was over. Vile had gripped the back of his foe’s head and slammed his forehead into the side of the fountain, breaking a part of the Reploid’s helmet and severely damaging him. Vile didn’t feel murderous today so he decided to spare the knocked out Reploid, at least for now. A quick search of the disabled body revealed the necessary keys and paperwork to pass through any of the entrances. For now the side entrance was still unguarded so it would be easy to infiltrate through there.
“Thanks for being such a moron. Next time you might consider using your brain.” Vile taunted, tapping the unconscious Reploid’s helmet with his knuckles twice before rising to his feet and departing the scene.
The short walk to the side entrance took longer than Vile thought it would, a patrol had just been sent out and he hoped they wouldn’t find the missing guard too soon. The two guards atop the wall were taking their jobs seriously as well and kept a watchful eye out for anything suspicious lurking the streets around the sector. Regardless, Vile managed to reach the unguarded door unnoticed. The massive debris in this part of the city had provided ample cover, even from watchful eyes on higher ground. Slipping the keycard through the door’s slot Vile was surprised to find that it was denied.
“That little…” there was no need to finish his sentence as he noticed he had slipped the card through the wrong way. Sweat dropping slightly; he was glad no one was around to have seen that.
“I really need to get a check-up… This is embarrassing.” He muttered before turning the card over and trying again. A positive bleep from the door and a green light put a smile on Vile’s lips. The door slowly slid open and allowed the renegade entry into the streets of Sector A-7. “Now all that’s left is to find the facility, get my data, get out of this place in one peace and get preferably get out of the city functioning as well. Easy… right?” Vile asked himself before storing the keycard on his belt and continuing on through the alleyways and darker streets of the sector.
Flashes of red light, insane laughter, the cry of pain of a woman, a huge explosion and then suddenly, blackness. Vile slowly sat up in the pod he had been using to regenerate, his hand moving to the side of his head as the last images from the strange dream lingered on for a brief moment before vanishing.
“That dream again…” he muttered before swinging his legs over the side of the pod and rising up out of it. He reached for his helmet and quickly reattached it to the synthetic fabric of the undershirt he wore beneath his Reploid armor. Vile was a medium length Reploid built for resilience and strength, not finesse. His green and gold armor was still dirty, damaged from his latest defeat. His dark orange colored shoulder cannon was still only operating at half its full capacity and his jet boots still had no energy to properly function. In short, he was a mess, but he was alive.
His defeat on the moon, within Sigma’s final inner sanctum at the hands of the three Maverick Hunters: X, Zero and Axl, had been another painful kick to the groin for his pride. The renegade Maverick Hunter felt rage swelling up again before he smashed his fist hard into the plated wall of the small room he had chosen to hide in. The steel plate bent under the strain of the attack, the thin paint layer flaking more than it already had been. But he had survived the encounter; he always seemed to survive anything his life threw at him, with or without the help of some crazy scientist to rebuild his broken body. That battle had been three months ago now. They all thought he was dead.
“I showed them…” he muttered to himself as he looked at the sole object in the room other than the pod, a small mirror. A corner of his visor was cracked; he’d need to get that fixed as soon as possible as well. Despite all the work that needed to be done urgently on his body he didn’t have the money to pay for the maintenance. Everyone thought him dead so he could work as a mercenary, a gun for hire, but he couldn’t show his face in any of the more populated cities or important hubs such as Central City, which instantly narrowed any job offers. To make matters worse, the latest catastrophic defeat of the insane renegade Sigma and the mastermind behind the uprising: Lumine, had given the public image of the Maverick Hunters a much needed boost. The common people revered them as heroes, just like in the old days and the criminals and Mavericks feared them. There was little need for mercenaries now, or Mavericks to do another Reploid’s dirty work. No one dared risk having Hunters breathing down their necks. This resulted in a time of relative peace and for the first time since the Eurasia Incident people had the time and security to continue to rebuild the Earth. The planet was still on a slow descent to hell but they could slow it down, reduce the damage enough to make it habitable until they can find a new way into outer space. The Jacob Elevator sure was a complete and utter failure, Lumine saw to that.
To make matters worse it seemed Vile’s already fragile mind seemed to be slipping. Almost every night he was plagued by dreams, visions from the past, nightmares, whatever you want to call them. It was always the same scene. The scientist, the blood, the pods and himself inside of them. Vile was convinced it was a memory, a very old and buried memory of his origin, but it could just as well be an hallucination from the extensive damage he had suffered on the Moon.
‘He had no money and he was going insane. What better time to delve deeper into once past?’ That was the decision Vile had made a couple days ago. He had never known where he came from, who created him and why. He knew he could fight and he knew that was his only purpose, but why? Regardless of the difficulty, the renegade had made up his mind. There was nothing else to do, and perhaps in his research he could find something that would get him the money he needed to put himself back in perfect working order.
Turning to face it, he opened the door and walked through. Vile had been hiding in the rundown, crummy West City. The Eurasia Colony’s drop to earth had wreaked havoc here more than anywhere else on the mainland and it had become mostly a refuge for criminals. Some sectors of the metropolis were being used to house civilians who had nowhere else to go and local law enforcers and Hunters made sure they were kept safe from the scum that lived around those inner sectors. Vile looked the part so the scum had left him alone, allowed him to enter their sectors. Vile walked through the dirty, debris filled corridors of what used to be a much more homely apartment building and made his way down to the lobby. He passed numerous empty rooms along the way, most of which didn’t even have a ceiling anymore. The new proprietor had managed to scrounge up a few semi-working pods to regenerate the Reploid’s seeking shelter. Since he was one of the few who had been able to get his hands on them, and managed to keep them, he was able to ask the most ridiculous of prices for their use.
Reaching the ground floor Vile spotted a bit of loose change lying on the counter and grabbed it as he passed by.
“Shouldn’t of asked so much.” He muttered, not even glancing at the destroyed body of the owner. The man had been a nuisance and Vile was stretched for cash so he hadn’t exactly felt like paying for a place to rest. The easiest solution was to put the Maverick scum out of his misery and be done with it. It wasn’t like there was any law to abide in that hellhole.
Walking out onto the streets Vile looked up at the morning sky. One would think the rays of the sun piercing through what few clouds filled the blue sky would brighten up the sad state in which the city found itself. But instead it made the place look more sad, decrepit and repulsive than it did by night. Ruinous buildings and makeshift hovels filled the streets. Some parts of the city were completely uninhabitable due to the sky highways that tumbled down onto the streets below as the columns that normally held them aloft broke down. The force of the impact of the colony years ago had ravaged the streets, the homes, the vehicles, and the people. The dead had long been removed from the streets but the carnage was still there. The renegade sighed once, not at the senseless death that had been the result of Sigma’s folly, no, he couldn’t care less about inferior creatures. He sighed at how low he had sunk, killing apartment proprietors for poor quality regenerating pods and then stealing from the dead Reploid to boot. He didn’t doubt that if this kept up he’d run into trouble sooner or later, trouble he couldn’t handle in his current condition and which would be the end of him.
His investigations into the visions had come up empty handed, but that was to be expected. But instead he had delved deeper into the archives of the Maverick Hunter history which was available to the public. One public report in a newspaper from a couple of decades ago had spoken of an incident in Central City. Some gigantic explosion had blown an entire block sky high. It had happened around the time Vile entered service as a Maverick Hunter and he had no recollection of anything happening prior to his enlistment. It was a long shot but perhaps it was connected. Perhaps he was some kind of Reploid gone haywire and decided to take down the block for fun. Zero had been crazed like that in the past, no reason why a loose cannon like Vile couldn’t have been. Vile had been unable to visit the site personally but through some further inquiries he had tracked down the reports from the salvage crew to a small archive installation here in West city. If he was lucky the facility was still standing in one of the sectors and if he was even luckier the files had survived the fallout. Fortune smiled on Vile but sneered at the same time. The facility was still standing, safe and sound if not a little shaken, but it was in one of the civilian sectors. Few would truly recognize him as Vile, especially not since they weren’t exactly looking for him. But you never know which old familiar faces you could run into there. He had to find another way in, and he knew just where to begin. Vile set off towards sector A-7, where the facility was located. He had made arrangements with one of the local guards to meet him at the side entrance with the false promise of information on a wanted criminal. In any other circumstance such a meeting would be suspect right from the start and reek of a trap or a setup. But the guard had been young and all too eager to claim the fame of capturing a wanted criminal and perhaps get an instant promotion in. So the rookie had agreed and when Vile checked his internal time display he knew the anxious young Reploid was already waiting for him at the meeting spot. He had chosen his victim well; the Reploid would most certainly be carrying the necessary key cards to gain entry as he was able to sneak in and out unopposed for a meeting like this. Vile quickly found himself running through the streets of the ruinous city. He was being watched. Not by anyone in particular, but he had weapons, he looked like he had a few healthy parts left and he was alone. Those were all the trademarks of easy-pickings for the thieves, thugs and generic criminals that roamed the ghostly city unsupervised.
~~*~*~~
The Civilian Sectors, more specifically sector A-7 through 12 and B-0 through 5, had been closed off from the rest of the city with barricades, walls and guard posts. No one got in or out without the proper clearance or permission. Despite this inhibition of freedom, the people who lived in those sectors gladly gave up that freedom for the security it offered them, something they thought they had lost so long ago.
The meeting place was an old square a few houses south of the east entrance of sector A-7. The richest of the refugees lived in that sector so they could afford to have a wall encircle the entirety of their domain. Security was tight; Vile could spot that from his vantage point in one of the few standing buildings around the square. Large turrets had been installed that would activate when the alarm was sounded and there were 24/7 patrols atop the walls. Checking the time again, Vile was pleased to see the guard was on time and as expected; alone.
“Hello?” the young man called out, gripping the arm-mounted buster a little more tightly. He was nervous and knew that against a serious threat his low-grade buster wouldn’t do much good. Why he would risk coming out here alone in the first place than, even for fame and promotion, was a mystery to Vile.
“I-I’m here. On time. Just as we agreed!” the Reploid continued, jumping at shadows and looking around nervously until he finally reached the waterless fountain. His eyes seemed to admire the stone mermaid that once poured water into the basin below through a jar on her shoulder.
Vile had no time for pleasantries so he decided to act now, while the guard was distracted, and not to mention outside the view of anyone on the walls. Placing one booted leg on the window frame of the building, Vile jumped out of it, landing with a loud thump on the tiled ground behind the guard. Before the Reploid even had time to turn and face the threat, it was over. Vile had gripped the back of his foe’s head and slammed his forehead into the side of the fountain, breaking a part of the Reploid’s helmet and severely damaging him. Vile didn’t feel murderous today so he decided to spare the knocked out Reploid, at least for now. A quick search of the disabled body revealed the necessary keys and paperwork to pass through any of the entrances. For now the side entrance was still unguarded so it would be easy to infiltrate through there.
“Thanks for being such a moron. Next time you might consider using your brain.” Vile taunted, tapping the unconscious Reploid’s helmet with his knuckles twice before rising to his feet and departing the scene.
The short walk to the side entrance took longer than Vile thought it would, a patrol had just been sent out and he hoped they wouldn’t find the missing guard too soon. The two guards atop the wall were taking their jobs seriously as well and kept a watchful eye out for anything suspicious lurking the streets around the sector. Regardless, Vile managed to reach the unguarded door unnoticed. The massive debris in this part of the city had provided ample cover, even from watchful eyes on higher ground. Slipping the keycard through the door’s slot Vile was surprised to find that it was denied.
“That little…” there was no need to finish his sentence as he noticed he had slipped the card through the wrong way. Sweat dropping slightly; he was glad no one was around to have seen that.
“I really need to get a check-up… This is embarrassing.” He muttered before turning the card over and trying again. A positive bleep from the door and a green light put a smile on Vile’s lips. The door slowly slid open and allowed the renegade entry into the streets of Sector A-7. “Now all that’s left is to find the facility, get my data, get out of this place in one peace and get preferably get out of the city functioning as well. Easy… right?” Vile asked himself before storing the keycard on his belt and continuing on through the alleyways and darker streets of the sector.