A Megaman/Megaman X Fanfiction
By: Sanjuno Shori Niko and Squall Highwind
Timeline: Prelude beginning of Cataclysm, Main storyline Post MMX7
Rating: T
Pairings: Forte/Roll & Forte/Rock (NOT Rock/Roll!), Gospel/girl!Rush, Gospel/any available female, Zero/X (so, so very canon), one-sided Alia+X, Axl/Pallette, one-sided Layer+Zero, and Blues is too cool for j00.
Warnings: AU, female!Rush, crackity-crack-crack, massive character death (Robot Masters), non-organic romantic relationships, language, fanfiction is automatically OoC deal with it.
Disclaimer: We can’t whistle in tune.
Disclaimer 2: We don’t own Megaman/Rockman/X/kumquat. If we did there would be less plot-holes and more sex.
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AN:
Niko: So we had this idea where Forte and the other reasonably cool characters from the classic Megaman games managed to survive far into the X series.
Squall: …>_>… and somehow Rush ended up female…<_<
Niko: It’s cracktastic! Anyways, we started writing it. And then this stuff came out.
Squall: May God have mercy on our souls. Read on peeps!
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Prelude: Blues has a cunning plan.
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… The Remains of Skull Fortress 16…
Forte sat in the middle of the smoking crater that was once Wily’s fortress. The piles of debris heaped around him were a mixture of rubble and the dismantled pieces of all the former Robot Masters. The black bioroid himself was on the verge of shutting down, sparks leapt from dangling wires and internal fluids leaked from the gouges in his armour. The white and gold highlights of his armour were nearly invisible under the layer of char that coated his form.
His support unit was not in much better shape, similarly battered and stained. Gospel maintained his upright posture by wearily resting his head on Forte’s knee. Forte rubbed the robotic wolf’s ears and subtly ground the heel of his other foot into the red back it was resting on, ignoring the fact that the dig would not be felt.
Blonde hair a meter long spilled across the buster-fire pitted ground, a cracked red and white helmet resting a few feet away. Faint sparks still occasionally jumped from the recently activated control chip in the back of the red and white figures head. Demonic red eyes glanced down at the body, filled with a sort of rueful admiration.
“I guess he wasn’t such a sissy after all.” Forte muttered under his breath.
When Wily’s new creation had gone postal immediately upon activation Forte’s first action had been to open fire on it. When his buster shots had simply rebounded off the crimson armour and into a nearby bank of computers, Forte had made an executive decision to utilize nearby resources in the form of throwing Wood Man into the new robot’s face. Wood Man was soon splintered and strewn about the room. Soon enough the other Robot Masters who had come to witness the activation shared similar fates and were demolished by the newborn’s devastating barehanded attacks. By that time Wily had ordered the entirety of his Robot Armies to converge on the berserk robot.
The new robot took what seemed to be an unusual amount of joy out of crushing metools under his feet as evident by the fantastic leaps taken in order to do so. The destruction of so many Masters and service robots in such quick succession activated the base’s self-destruct protocol. Forte, who had been nearly unable to escape the explosion, combined with Gospel for a second strike on the somewhat worse for wear berserker. Thanks to the combination with Gospel and the other robot’s accumulated damages, they were essentially evenly matched despite the red robot’s superior design.
Then Wily, who had somehow survived again, remembered the control circuit. The crimson robot fell, and Wily shoved the handheld transmitter back into his tattered and singed lab coat.
Breaking out of his revere Forte looked back up at his creator, grinning wildly.
“Yo, old man.” Forte paused as his air filters strained in simulated panting, “You didn’t do so bad this time. That was fun!”
Wily could only stare at his so-called greatest creation in disbelief as the black bioroid threw back his head and laughed.
“Have your logic circuits finally burnt out? That thing nearly destroyed us both, and you call it ‘fun’?!” The aging scientist’s wrinkled face went white, then red as he sputtered in the face of Forte’s mirth.
“Sure I do! In fact, reactivate the loser! Let’s do this again!” Forte’s wild crow blended with Gospel’s challenging howl.
Gasping and raging Dr. Wily started towards his only functioning creation, hands outstretched in the desire to strangle. He hit the ground face first, clutching his left arm only seconds later.
Cutting off his laughter at the thud, Forte turned towards the sound and stared. A few second later, Forte looked down at Gospel, who had tilted his head to look up at his master. “Uh… I don’t suppose you know CPR?”
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“This place looks like an atom bomb hit it.” Rock finished his survey of the crater that was formerly known as Skull Fortress 16, and shifted a large fragment of wall out of his path.
“No. Just the auto-destruct explosives. Look.” Blues waved his brother over to a mangled panel, which read ‘Warning! Sensitive materials within. ALL Masters to stay away… THIS MEANS YOU, FORTE!’ It was a familiar sight from many a previous Skull Fortress. The panel was bent and nearly unreadable, the opposite side blistered from the heat of the explosion.
Cresting a particularly high mound of debris, they sighted a familiar fin-helmeted figure sitting with his back towards them. Cautiously approaching the temperamental bioroid, the two brothers were surprised when the purple wolf at Forte’s side did not bother to turn and growl a warning. Stopping a few meters away, Blues and Rock exchanged a confused look.
“Ah, Forte-kun? A-are you okay?” Rock asked, genuinely concerned for his once-friend.
Jerking as if in surprise, Forte spun around on his seat, sending Gospel tumbling to the ground with a yelp. Wobbling precariously on his perch, Forte managed to right himself facing the other bioroids.
“Hey! It’s Whistleboy and the Blueberry-baka! What brings you here?” He spoke brightly with an abnormally good-natured grin.
“How about the fact that Wily’s base is a smoking hole in the ground? What the hell happened here? Your place doesn’t usually look like this until after we visit.” Blues dared to move a few steps closer, Rock following at his side.
“Fuck, you two missed the best. Fight. Ever.” Forte threw his head back and roared with laughter as he slowly slid from his seat on the cracked block towards the ground. Blues and Rock exchanged another worried look at Forte’s antics.
“So what happened, Forte-kun? Can you tell us?” Rock ventured, edging closer as it became apparent that Forte was in no condition to fight against them.
“Ah, nothing much. Baby brother threw a tantrum.” He drawled, directing their gazes to the unfamiliar robot behind him with what remained of his thumb, “But Daddy dearest finally managed to get him to take his nap. But he trashed everyone and everything else first!” Forte had to pause as he erupted into a fresh fit of chuckles, “Oh. And I think the old man is dead…” At that Forte’s eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped forward then fell to the side across Gospel’s back.
“… Dead?” Rock blinked in utter shock as Blues darted around Forte to the old man’s body. Running a full scan, Blues was able to confirm two things: one; it was really Wily and two; he was really dead.
“Looks like it.” Standing and dusting off his hands Blues turned back to his little brother, who he was amused to see had not wasted any time in going to Forte’s side.
“We should get them all back to Father’s lab.” Blues stated as he moved back towards his brother, only to be warned back by Gospel’s growl. Pausing mid-step and eyeing the pinned and exhausted support unit who was being absentmindedly scratched behind the ears by his oblivious little brother, Blues made a quick decision. “I’ll take Wily, and we’ll have Rush take the new guy. From what little we know about this guy I’ll have Father prepare a reinforced stasis pod. Gospel looks like he should be able to make it on his own if he feels like following us, and you can take Forte.”
“Got it! Do you think you can handle him Rush?” The blue bomber asked his support unit as the red dog landed beside them. Rush barked affirmatively and stood ready beside the still crimson form.
“Then let’s do it!”
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… Dr. Light’s Lab…
Thomas Light sighed in relief and lifted his face protector as he turned off the welding torch, casting an apprehensive look at the sealed pod that held Wily’s blond robot.
So much like Him. Yet, to cause this much destruction… Am I making the right decision?
“So what do you make of him?” Blues asked from where he leaned against the doorframe.
“I don’t know where Wily got the armour from, it’s certainly not one of my designs. To take on all of Wily’s Robot Master’s and still be in one piece, not to mention he’s actually in better condition than you would expect considering what he must have been subjected to. I can’t tell you what his programming is like, and after cleaning up the conflicted mess Wily made of poor Forte’s mind, I don’t think I want to. But I will none the less.”
“From a good distance away I hope.”
Casting a fondly amused look at his eldest ‘son’, Dr. Light closed up the room behind him as he entered the main repair bay. “Worrying about me are you, Blues?”
“You aren’t getting any younger you know, Father. What happened to Wily could happen to you too.” Blues warned.
Dr. Light sighed, and nodded almost reluctantly. “I promise to be careful son, but I doubt I’m under the same sort of stress as poor Albert. I just hope the media doesn’t make a circus out of the poor man’s last rites.”
Paramedics had been called to take Wily’s body away as soon as Blues had arrived with his unexpected burden. The autopsy had yet to be finalized, but Dr. Light had been informed that the most likely cause of death was stroke.
“So how’s Forte coming along?” Blues questioned as they crossed the room to the table where Forte was laid out with Gospel recharging nearby. Rock and Blues had been able to complete Gospel’s repairs on their own once Dr. Light had finished scanning the purple wolf’s programming, leaving their father free to deal with Forte and the strange red robot.
“Better than I expected, given Albert’s unstable state of mind. I’ve straightened out all the problems that I could find, and did my best to maintain the integrity of his personality algorithms. He might be a little different from what you’re used to now that the conflicting protocols have been cleared out of his head, but he’ll still be Forte. Make no mistake about that. As far as his body is concerned though, it’s going to be a while before he regains full mobility.” Dr. Light took a seat next to the black bioroid and started to patch the major damage.
“I see.” Blues said as he placed a tool in his father’s blindly groping hand.
After about an hour had passed, raised voices from the hall interrupted the quiet repairs. The door opened to let the youngest members of the Light family into the repair bay.
“Roll-chan, Father said not to disturb him right now!” Rock wailed from behind his sister.
“Oh foo, Rock-nii, I just need to show him the change in prices for the latest grocery… bill?” Roll’s voice trailed off as she stared at the familiar and totally unexpected bioroid on her father’s repair table. Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock, “Forte-kun? What’s he doing here? What’s happened to him? What’s going on?” Her voice kept rising higher with each rapid-fire question.
“Roll-chan, calm down! Please!” Rock begged as he clung to her arm in an attempt to hold her back. Gospel raised his head at the commotion, watching the siblings curiously.
“Yes, Roll, please calm yourself. Forte is fine, I’ve just finished his repairs and he should be awake in a few hours.”
“I’ve been awake for the last five minutes, old man.” Forte’s voice was slurred, but steady.
All activity in the room halted in surprise.
“Why didn’t you tell me, young man?!” Dr. Light exclaimed, “I’ve been working on some very delicate circuitry, I’m certain it must have hurt. I could have at least given you a pain dampener if you’d told me you were conscious.”
“Pain dampener?” Forte blinked up at the scientist, “Doc Wily never bothered with those.”
Something close to anger flickered across Dr. Light’s gentle face at that announcement. “Well, we don’t like unnecessary pain here in my home, Forte. If you’re feeling up to it though, you can make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’m sure that Rock and Roll will be able to keep you amused.” The last sentence was spoken bemusedly as his two youngest appeared at Forte’s sides to tuck themselves under his arms.
Forte looked a little bewildered as he turned his gaze from Rock to Roll and back again. For some reason, he did not really feel like ripping Rock’s head off and using it as a bowling ball anymore. In fact, instead of annoying him, the two sets of worried Bambi eyes looking up at him made him feel kind of warm and fuzzy inside. Maybe he had a virus or something.
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Time passed as Forte and Gospel made places for themselves in the Light household. Forte was still loud, rude, violent and abrasive, but he was really a very sweet boy underneath it all. According to Roll at least. Rock was in total agreement, although he never dared to say so out loud, in Forte’s presence or otherwise. And the three of them were hardly ever found apart from each other. Still, Rock and Roll could do worse, not that Blues or Dr. Light understood the attraction the two younger Lights had for the black bioroid.
Zero, as Forte informed them was the red robots name, was transported to a remote region where Dr. Light could monitor him.
Although things seemed idyllic enough, Dr. Light worried about what would happen to his children after he was gone. The government was already making noises about turning Forte over to them as evidence. When Blues came to him with his plan, Dr. Light was ready to try anything.
“Upgrades?” Dr. Light paused in his typing to look at his eldest.
“Yeah. I’ve seen your newest project. That’s where Wily got the idea for that Zero guy, isn’t it?” Blues tilted his head to one side as he questioned his father.
“Hmm, possibly. Forte could very well have taken a copy of the initial plans the time he raided the lab.” Sighing, Dr. Light saved his work and turned his full attention to his son. “So, what did you have planned, Blues?”
“Well, as I said, I saw your latest project. He looks more mature than we do. More advanced. What’s more, it’ll be easier for us to get along after you’re gone if we don’t look like children. And whatever you’ve developed for him could easily be applied to us, we’ve got the same manufacturer after all.” Blues grinned slyly at his father.
Chuckling, Dr. Light started nodding. “Yes, that you do. And it’s a good plan, I must admit. You already have established personalities and memories, so there’s little threat of another Zero incident happening.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“I think I will.”
“Thank you, Father.”
“You’re welcome son.”
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The preparations for the bioroid’s upgrades to the new bodies had taken a long time. Far longer than Dr. Light had anticipated. His health had been declining at an alarming rate, and it was all he could do to hide it from his children, knowing that none of them save Forte would go through with the plan if they knew he was dying. Surprisingly enough, Forte had not been likely to go through with it without Rock and Roll.
They were all now safely regenerating inside their pods, hidden away from the nosey officials who would no doubt seize his estate after his death. Blues, Rock, Roll, Forte, Rush, and Gospel… they were the only ones he had been able to complete before his health reached the point of no return. Dr. Light hoped that the support units at least enjoyed their new ability to use the handheld can opener.
He made his way slowly over to the capsule on the far side of his hidden lab, checking the ethics program installed within.
“I pray that this works. X, you are the future, the last of my children. I hope you and your siblings can live together in that future in peace.” He turned away from the pod to look at the black marking on the floor a few feet away. “And I hope that you can recover enough to share your future with my children and with your brother as well… Zero.”
Dr. Light powered down the lab and left the room.
End Prelude.
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EN:
Niko: WE WIN!! Seven pages, written and edited in three hours!
Squall: Calm…down…glomp…choking…me…
Niko: Bah! A minor detail. We still win.
Squall: Indeed we do! I’ll get the booze ready!
Niko: Kampai!
Squall: Now where’d the experimental moonshine get to?
Niko: Second cupboard to the left, third down from the top.
Squall: We have WAY too much of this stuff. Lets thin the herd!
Niko: Sounds like a plan to me!
Squall: Are we forgetting something?
Niko: Review whoring?
Squall: Oh yeah, that.
Niko: Now be nice readers and review for us pretty please?
Squall: Or the mallet o’ justice will fall on each
of your heads!
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