Megaman Eternities: Part Two

[spacecaptanface]

If you're reading this, stop. This thread is no longer relevant. Simply go to the original version since that is the one receiving updates now.

[Dragge]

Aug 7, 2008 18:39:32 GMT -5 @spacecaptanface said:

“Ok then. This is it. It’s time to take back Saul Cada.”

This is going to be awesome! Just those lines make someone like me know that this is going to be some of the best work you've done. Glad to see you back and writing again!

[Musashi]

Haven't actually read it yet, but Dragge's quote shows a misspelling, it's actually 'Saul Kada', nothing major, just thought I should point that out.

Anyway, I'll edit this message when I get around to reading it.

[spacecaptanface]

Thanks for the comment Dragge. It feels good to be back, and I hope you and everyone one else who reads this will enjoy my take on the MML3 concept as much as I enjoy writing it.

Oh, and yeah, I mispelled Saul Kada . I made sure to fix it. You can read it now if you like musashi!




1. Flight to Kattelox (Part I)



Three years earlier




“No! No! No! The left one! Pull the left one!” Tron screamed in my headset, nearly deafening me as her piercing voice sliced into my eardrum.

“I am pulling the left one!” I screamed back.

The mechanized exoskeleton Tron had built jerked violently back and forth as I wrenched around in the cockpit trying to rein the controls.

“Seriously Roll, all you have to do is turn left! Is it really that complicated!?”

“Well it wouldn’t have to be if you designed this thing a little more efficiently!”

“Okay, just stop! Stop! Let go of the lever!”

Without hesitation I immediately released the lever and accelerator pedal and the armor suit went inert. I sighed in relief and leaned my head back onto the seat as I waited for my head to stop spinning. This was quickly becoming much more trouble than it was worth.

“Roll…” I heard Tron sigh heavily through my earpiece, “are you pressing down on the far right pedal?”

“Well…yeah” I replied, looking down at my right foot that was rested on the accelerator. “That’s how you make this thing go forward right?

I could hear Tron taking in deep breaths. This new breathing method for coping with the frustration I placed on her was new and experimental after she discovered loud, high pitched noises didn’t work on me as well as it did on her servebots. She must have lost her paper bag since I couldn’t hear the crinkling sounds.

“I mean… it is the far right one… right?” I said hesitantly.

“No… Roll. That’s the power brake. Press down on the right pedal of the two that are located under your left foot to go forward. But first, pull back on the left control lever. The one with the yellow handle.”

“Oh. Ok.” I said, ruffling my forehead in embarrassment. “I can do that.”

Gently, I pulled back on the lever and the mech smoothly began to turn left.

“Alright!” I said excitedly. “I think I’ve got it!”

“Congrats.” Tron said sarcastically. “You turned left. Would you like a certificate?”

I sighed, feeling the confidence and pride of my little achievement being swept away by Tron’s snide comment.

“Give me a break. It’s only my first time piloting this thing and I’m not used to your design. It’s a little overly complicated. Maybe I should just stick with flying the Flutt-”

“First of all!” Tron immediately cut in, apparently abandoning her breathing methods. “It’s not overly complicated! You’re just a lousy pilot! And secondly, we don’t have a lot of time! We’ll be arriving at Kattelox in less than an hour so you’d better get used to the controls fast! Megaman told me to teach you how to pilot this thing and by golly you’re gonna learn! I’m not gonna let you trash my best machine just because you can’t turn left!”

I nodded in defeat as her words hit me one by one. She was absolutely right. There wasn’t much time left at all. Not just for training me to use the Gustaff, but for Kattelox as well. They were running out of time.

Reaverbots were attacking en masse; completely overwhelming the entire island and every second that passed by brought the city closer and closer to total destruction. The local forces from the island and some from nearby islands were desperately holding them back as best they could, keeping them from invading the unscathed sections of the city, but it was obvious that they wouldn’t last much longer.

Megaman was going to stop it. I knew he would. He had to, and we were going to help him; I was going to help him. Not just as a spotter, but as someone who could actually do something. And as painful as it was for both of us, Tron was going to help me.

“Now…” She said coolly, trying to collect herself. “Would you like to learn how to turn right?”

-

I wiped the beads of sweat off my forehead with my arm as I walked toward the entrance door of the Eclipse’s cockpit. I wasn’t sure whether the sweat was a product of the heavily heated interior of the Gustaff, the sheer anxiety of what was to come, or perhaps a combination of the two. I felt a chilly breeze brush past me as the door slid open, compliments of the cockpit’s climate control Yuna was using to pump out arctic winds.

The ship was flying at a rapid speed, but from how well the engines functioned, coupled with Yuna’s precise piloting, one wouldn’t be able to tell whether the ship was even moving. I looked over at the pilot’s seat to see Megaman sitting at the controls. He turned to look at me as I walked inside.

“Hey.” He said calmly.

“Hi.” I smiled weakly back at him.

He raised an eyebrow as he examined my facial features. He was reading me like a book; a book entitled: The Worthlessness of Roll

He stretched his lips into an awkward smile.

“Dare I ask how it went with Tron?”

“I think it went just fine.” I tried to lie.

It was going fine for a while, at least from what I thought, until I somehow managed to confuse the weapons lock button with the timed self-destruct button, a feature I couldn’t understand why Tron had installed in the first place. Regardless, she was now in the hanger bay busy un-installing it, least I make the same mistake again.

“Glad to hear it went well.” He replied, apparently letting the obvious lie slide for this one time.

“Are we close?” I asked, my voice suddenly becoming more solemn.

“We have ten more minutes till we reach Kattelox.” Yuna’s disembodied voice said over the intercom. The Gesellschaft and Flutter are still an hour out, trailing behind us as fast as they can move.”

“Wow. Ten minutes? Really?”

That was faster than I ever expected. But then again, the Eclipse was the fastest, most powerful airship in the sky. With Yuna’s upgrades from Elysium, not to mention her transferring her data files into the ship and effectively embodying it, the Eclipse was unmatched in speed.

“I’d suggest you two head to the drop bay. I’m warning you now that this isn’t going to be pretty.”

“Understood Yuna.” Megaman nodded. "Roll, are you ready?”

He stood up and looked over at me.

“I’m ready,” I said as confidently as possible, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut, the sickening feeling of my impending doom.

[Dragge]

So tell me if I'm correct. The whole battle against the reaverbots has been going on for three years? That would seem like an eternity to me. Imagine seeing reaverbots every waking moment.

[spacecaptanface]

Okay then, it's been an eternity since I've updated this story, and after returning from my two year sabbatical only to discover the glorious news that Legends 3 was finally in production, I figured that would be the end of all Legends 3 fanfics. After a while though I decided that I might as well try and finish what I started since the story was actually turning out to be kind of interesting and because I need to polish my writing skills anyway for some of my other real projects and figured this would be the best option. So alas, here I go again.

Like I said, for anyone who's never heard of this story before, it's not going to be in sync with the actual legends 3 plot but just bear with me since I started this thing years ago.

The story so far: After finally being rescued from Elysium by Roll and Tron, Megaman has at last been returned to Terra. Almost immediately upon arrival, however, Megaman and his friends are engaged in a suprise attack by Glyde and an entire army of birdbots who had been lying in wait for the return of Roll and Tron and the anticipated cache of technology they must have undoubtedly brought back with them. Megaman, demonstrating his new, terrifying powers, unlocked after Data and Serra reactivated his Purifier Functions on Elysium, makes short work of the birdbot army but in the process loses himself to past Purifier instincts and nearly kills Glyde as a result, only to be stopped by a courageous intervention by Roll.

Reeling from the horrible realization of what he'd nearly done, Megaman now faces the internal struggle of trying to find the balance between his past life as the indomitable Purifier, Megaman Trigger and his currently known life as a simple, yet golden hearted digger boy. But his contemplation is cut short as an emergency broadcast announces a sudden, unexpected Reaverbot attack on Kattalox Island. Now Megaman, Roll, and the rest of the Bonne family race to Kattolox to help defend the citizens of the Island. But time is short, and Megaman is uncertain whether he will be able to control his new-found powers before the the actual fight begins.


Chapter 1: (Continued)

I could feel the gears inside of my head grinding and fluctuating as calculations of what was to come screened through my mind. This was a strange new feature, added to the pile of strange, newly activated features that had been lying dormant within me for who knew how long. It was only until recently that Data and Sera had unlocked my true Purifier functions up on Elysium that all these aspects of my “true” self started popping up in the most unexpected ways.

This one, for example, apparently entitled under its file as a “battle simulator”, was currently using all the information I’d gained from what was happening in Kattolox and showing me every single stratagem, tactic, and method of approach I could take in engaging the enemy, not to mention every advantage my current resources could give me. Right now, my “resources” included the Eclipse, and Roll and Tron. My two other “comrades” as the simulator called them, were going to join me in the fight regardless of how I felt about that, and the simulator had already scanned and taken into account the mechs they were planning on using. I didn’t much appreciate some of the “advantages” my simulator had given me though.

According to the engagement possibilities I’d been given, several had stated that the most beneficial assistance my comrades could give me would be to have them hold down certain suppressing fire positions, even though the survival statistics for them would be considerably low. It analyzed this as “acceptable losses” however, since this was deemed in the battle simulator as a Rescue Operation, where the highest ratio of survivors was the main objective.

I leaned over in the seat of the cockpit as my hands clenched through the tufts of my hair. Such cold, unfeeling, and yet logical calculations made me feel as if I were being split in two, a feeling I’d grown more and more accustomed to with each passing hour. I was going to Kattolox to save lives, as many as I possibly could, but at the same time, there was no way on Earth I could possibly bring myself to willingly put either Roll or Tron in a life-threatening situation. But then, was I truly willing to allow the potentially numerous casualties that would come as a result of my desire to keep my friends out of harm’s way?

I shook my head in frustration and immediately switched off the battle simulator. Breathing a deep and heavy sigh, I started wondering to myself how my life had become so complicated. Why couldn’t I have just remained that every day digger trying to scratch out a simple life along with everybody else in the world? When in the world did I become the one whom would decide who would live and who would perish? Who was I to make such decisions? I was just…Megaman…Megaman Volnutt.

I looked over at the helmet sitting on the seat across from me, the one that had come with my newly acquired suit I’d obtained from Elysium’s Vault. The armor suit had appropriately been named Elysium’s Blade and was supposedly the apex of the Ancient’s technology. My eyes traced the intricate patterns and symbols that weaved around the helmet’s design. It was a magnificently beautiful piece of craftsmanship, yet it held a dauntingly fearsome visage inside that eyeless visor carved within the helmet’s faceplate. This piece of armor, the whole suit along with it, had once belonged to the iconic Purifier Unit, codenamed Megaman Trigger.

I’d read history files in Elysium’s databanks that spoke of him, this unit that had been known as the Master’s Vanguard. He’d been known as a hero and a true warrior, feared for his unmatched power and highly respected for his strict dedication to justice, honor, and an unbridled loyalty to and in defense of the Master and the Master’s System. He was a Legend among legends who had earned a garnished reputation for his services in an event only known in the databanks as “The Incident”. That was as much as I’d learned from the History files concerning this individual’s past life. For some reason, all the files that went beyond the time period of the Incident were corrupted. I almost felt grateful for this, knowing that, despite my curiosity, I didn’t want to know more about this person’s life. Whoever this Purifier was, he was not me. The life he led was not mine. It never would be.

“My name is Megaman Volnutt,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes tightly shut. “and I am just a digger…”

The door to the cockpit suddenly slid open and my head popped up and around to see Roll shuffle in. I stuffed all my introspective thoughts into the back of my mind and attempted what ended up being a weak excuse for a smile. Thank goodness she’d come. I needed the reminder, the proof of who I really was. My name was Megaman…and I was a digger, and this was Roll. My Spotter. This was all I really wanted…and the thing I could probably never truly have.

[Dashe]

Wow, I had to go back and reread the first bits just to remember what happened. You've improved so much in the last two years. I really hope you finish this one in time for the canon third installment!

[spacecaptanface]

So I got really bored today and decided on a whim that since i started up this story again, I might as well make a rough sketch of what Megaman's armor looks like in the story. Now I'm finished and if I do say so myself, it turned out pretty darn good! Exactly how I imagined it. The only bad news is that even though I'd really love to show it to you all, (and this is the really embarrassing part) ...I don't know how to use a scanner...yeah...It really sucks too because I really love drawing and basically any kind of art in general. I even went as far as designing my own mascot for that brightbat mascot contest, thinking that maybe I'd figure out how to put it on my computer in time. But alas, to no avail.

So umm...this may sound like a dumb question but...could any of you tell me how the whole art uploading thing works? I've even drawn out sketches of what my story would look like in comic form a while back so it would be cool to show that off as well. You know, kind of like HF's thing he's got going. I've noticed a lot of people seem drawn to his stuff and it has caused me to suffer a slight case of the envies :21:

P.S.- thanks for the comment Dashe. It's always nice to be recognized. Thanks for being such a cool Moderator, or whatever it is you're called. ;D

[Dashe]

Admin, actually. Admins can ban people and see their hidden birthdays and email addresses, and get blue Elysian symbols. fAB and I are admins, but fAB does the tech and site-related stuff and I handle the community-related stuff (barring the caption contest, which is fAB's thing). Everyone with green Elysian symbols is a mod.

To upload images, you'll want to create an account at an image hosting site like Photobucket or Imageshack. I use Photobucket, myself. Upload your images there, and then use the image code provided in the normal MMLS reply window for the URLs you get from your image host after uploading. Have fun!

[spacecaptanface]

Okay...I'm excited. I've been looking forward to this section of the story ever since I started writing three years ago and now, at last, I can finally begin posting it. I know I've lost a lot of readers since my long departure two years ago, and that's understandable, but I hope that all of you who are actually taking the time to read these next few portions will know how much fun I've had writing this little fanfic, as it really is the only way I can actually express my fanaticism over this series since I'm not too great with videos or comics or all that other fun stuff. I also really hope you all like this next bit because this is where the story finally hits the "deep" end. Deep, I mean, as in plot thickeners, introduction of main antagonists (finally), and hints of how the true human race ultimately came to it's tragic end, and the ancient enemy who started it all. Enjoy! Alonzee!




2- The Raging Storm (Part 1)

It was only moments after Roll had entered the cockpit and engaged me in a bit of small talk that Yuna had announced our imminent arrival to Kattolox. It had not nearly been enough time. After everything that had happening, what was ‘going’ to happen in the next several hours, any moment that I could spend with Roll was like a cherished jewel. But now she was down in the hangar bay with Tron, prepping the mech she’d been provided for what was to come. As for myself, I was currently standing atop the Eclipse, eyes closed as I let the wind rush through my hair, holding my helmet firmly by my side. It was oddly peaceful up here, and I tried to soak up as much of the feeling as possible with what little time I had left. For only the briefest of moments, I was able to convince myself that I was back on the Flutter, feeling the gentle strokes of the sea breeze smoothly caressing my sun-reddened cheeks. I imagined Roll gliding the ship through the sky, charting the course towards our next big adventure as I looked forward to that surprise dessert she’d promised me for bringing back such a great haul from our latest dig.

“Five more minutes until the Island comes into view.” Yuna’s voice echoed from the comm system, immediately snapping me back into reality. “I hope you’re all ready for this. I can’t imagine this being a comforting sight for any of you.”

“Is there anything new you’ve picked up since the last time, Yuna?” I spoke hesitantly into my comm unit, hoping the chatter from the News Networks had reported any improvements in the Island’s ongoing struggle to increase their defenses. The last time any of us asked, Yuna had told us that reinforcements had finally arrived from neighboring Islands. That was a huge relief that could be felt throughout everyone in the entire ship. That is, until Yuna continued by saying that yet another district had been breached. That meant that only fifty percent of the city was left yet unscathed, and if things continued the way they were currently going, there wouldn’t be a city left to defend by the day's end. Time was running out.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing new Megaman” Yuna replied apologetically. “Several stations have even dropped frequency. I suppose you could count that as a new development, though not exactly one that improves our situation.”

“Obviously,” Tron’s voice murmured through my headset’s receiver. Apparently she was still getting used to Yuna’s strange take on sarcasm. “I really hope that doesn’t mean those apparent Reaverbot anti-air things have been improving their aim. I’m just glad that a least I’m not one of the reporters on any of those News Ships. Then again, I’m guessing they’re grateful that at least they’re not one of the citizens who are actually on the ground”

I tried not to think of the likely possibility that Tron’s words were, in fact, spot on. I lowered my head regardless as I gave my hopefully unneeded respects for any of those reporters Tron’s speculations could have been correct about, not to mention the citizens who must have been praying for rescue ships to carry them away to safety.

“Please... don’t talk like that Tron.” I heard Roll speak up. “It may be hard for someone like you to imagine, but a lot of the people on that island were close friends of ours. I won’t listen to them be disrespected like that.”

I knew were this was going…

“Oh, is that right Blondie?” Tron spat back in her usual fiery defense. “Well then I guess that gives me the advantage since I never took the time to make bestest friends with people who’d be doing nothing for me now but messing with my nerve, of which I’m starting to wonder whether you’re already beginning to lose”

“How DARE you accuse me of losing my ner-“

“ENOUGH!” I shouted. “We don’t have time for this!” I heard the angered words escape my lips, and immediately wished that I could reach out and grab them before they hit the transceiver. I sighed in frustration at myself as I heard only silence come in response through the static comm system. Bad enough that I’d nearly killed Glyde only hours prior. Now I was yelling at my closest friends.

“You’re…you’re right, Megaman,” came Roll’s sheepish response. “Now’s not the time for petty arguments. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Tron said. “I suppose I can understand though. People can sometimes lose their head when they’re scared witless. Right, Blondie?”

At that moment, despite being separated by at least fifty feet of steel and wire, I practically could feel the popping vein that must have sprouted from Roll’s forehead. Thankfully, any choice words Roll could have responded with in retaliation to Tron’s back-handed comment were kept to herself.

“I’m sorry too Roll…Tron.” I said, hoping to ease the tension. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared myself.” I wasn’t actually scared for my own safety, of course, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t indeed terrified. No need to tell them the actual reasons why, however. “Just…both of you… try to keep a level head, you know? Like Yuna said, this probably won’t be very easy for any us. We’re not used to…this kind of situation. Just promise me both that you won’t do anything…reckless.”

“Don’t you worry about me Megaman.” Roll said with surprising enthusiasm. “I can hardly get this thing to move forward so I doubt I’ll be able to wander into trouble too easily.”

I blinked momentarily at that, not entirely sure whether Roll's statement was intended to put my mind at ease. If that was her intention, she definitely could have done better.

“That’s…great, Roll. Good to hear. What about you, Tron?”

“I'm going to do whatever needs to be done to help those people.” Tron said implicitly. “I’m not exactly doing this because I think it’s going to be safe for myself, ya know.”

It took several seconds for the sincerity of her words to fully absorb. Slowly, I nodded assent, and as much as it killed me, I simply couldn't help the small smile that suddenly etched the corner of my mouth.

“I guess I can’t really argue with that.” Even though I really wanted to.

“The Island is coming into view now.” Yuna said. “I hope you’re all ready for this.”

I tensed in nervous anticipation, wondering if I really was prepared for what I was about to see. Like Roll had said moments before, these people…they were my friends. I wondered grimly how many of those I’d come to know so closely...how many of them were still alive, if any? I cringed at the thought and felt my fists tighten. These people were my friends, and I was fully prepared to destroy every single thing that threatened their safety.

My eyes grew wide as the silhouette of the island started to come into focus. I discovered at that moment that nothing could have truly prepared me for this. Even at this range, I could see blossoming balls of fire rise from portions of the city while stacks of black smoke rose from others. My senses sharpened as the sight lit my blood aflame. As they did, however, another terrible sense took hold of me.

I could… hear it…I could hear the explosions, the weapons fire…and the screams… If my blood had been aflame before, then now… now it was a raging storm of fury!

“Yuna…” I said in a tone darker than any other I’d ever produced before. “Can’t you make this thing go any faster!?”



P.S. - I had a thought...I was thinking that since a lot of people on the site are probably not familiar with all this, that maybe I should simply get rid of this thread and just attach all of the second part of the story to the first part. That way, everything is in one nice little package for everyone. That isn't against any rules or regulations, is it? Can I even do that? Just wondering...

[Dashe]

Perfectly legal. You can also email the first part to fAB to put on the main site. In fact, anything you write can be sent to fAB for that purpose as it's being written (and there seem to be a lot of unfinished fics up there too.)

[spacecaptanface]

Alright!! I finally figured it out! Thanks for the directions Dashe! So yeah. This is that one rough sketch I made the other day depicting how I imagined Megaman's E-Blade Armor might look like. I still don't have the programs or hardware to make this look really good but maybe later I can remedy that. If you all like what you see, let me know cuz I'd love to post more. I probably will anyway, but I just like feedback.



- My brother told me that the energy blade made it look like he was flipping the bird.