Megaman X (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
usosmall) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
zeros_expanding_chest2022-10-19 06:31 pm
usosmall) wrote in zeros_expanding_chest2022-10-19 06:31 pm
return of ix
It had happened so quickly, X didn't have time to even send out a distress signal.
Zero had been occupied with another mission, so he'd taken a small squad of B-ranked Hunters with him to investigate a string of disappearances and disruptions in a remote district within the city. If anything happened, X would have been more than enough to deal with the threat... or so he thought. The other Hunters were equipped for combat, yes, but...
Nobody had been expecting the Mavericks to still be there.
Stragglers from the remains of Doppler's forces, though Doppler himself was long gone. Sigma had been destroyed as well, so why were these Mavericks even still around? None of this made any sense.
It wasn't like he'd had time to think about it, watching his own squad be cut down one by one. The last thing X remembered after that was a massive explosion, several bombs going off all over town, the sound of crunching metal and then... silence. He isn't sure how long it had been between then and his systems finally, sluggishly, coming back online, but the muffled sound of rain pouring against debris is enough to keep him from fading out again.
That, and dull, throbbing pain all over his body. The debris covered most of his body, and there was the stiff, morbid scent of oil in the air. Testing one of his arms, X finds his left completely mangled from the blast, but the right was still usable. Shards of his own armor litter the ground around him, most of his chestplate blown open and exposed. Lifting his head, he can feel his helmet caved in on one side as well, keeping it firmly tight and attached to his head as he struggles to crawl out from under the mess.
And somehow manage to pull himself to his feet, though his vision refused to settle. The sight around him stutters and glitches, static blasting in his own ears. X stumbles forward in a daze, grasping at his injured arm and unable to think of where he's going or what's happening. The mavericks have long-since departed, and dead, mangled bodies of fellow Hunters litter the remains of the torched town.
explosion, X manages to send out to whoever his first contact was.
explosion
dead
explosion
He can't think, a shudder running through damaged vents. The message repeats a few more times, the Reploid just blindly staggering forward through the carnage.
Zero had been occupied with another mission, so he'd taken a small squad of B-ranked Hunters with him to investigate a string of disappearances and disruptions in a remote district within the city. If anything happened, X would have been more than enough to deal with the threat... or so he thought. The other Hunters were equipped for combat, yes, but...
Nobody had been expecting the Mavericks to still be there.
Stragglers from the remains of Doppler's forces, though Doppler himself was long gone. Sigma had been destroyed as well, so why were these Mavericks even still around? None of this made any sense.
It wasn't like he'd had time to think about it, watching his own squad be cut down one by one. The last thing X remembered after that was a massive explosion, several bombs going off all over town, the sound of crunching metal and then... silence. He isn't sure how long it had been between then and his systems finally, sluggishly, coming back online, but the muffled sound of rain pouring against debris is enough to keep him from fading out again.
That, and dull, throbbing pain all over his body. The debris covered most of his body, and there was the stiff, morbid scent of oil in the air. Testing one of his arms, X finds his left completely mangled from the blast, but the right was still usable. Shards of his own armor litter the ground around him, most of his chestplate blown open and exposed. Lifting his head, he can feel his helmet caved in on one side as well, keeping it firmly tight and attached to his head as he struggles to crawl out from under the mess.
And somehow manage to pull himself to his feet, though his vision refused to settle. The sight around him stutters and glitches, static blasting in his own ears. X stumbles forward in a daze, grasping at his injured arm and unable to think of where he's going or what's happening. The mavericks have long-since departed, and dead, mangled bodies of fellow Hunters litter the remains of the torched town.
explosion, X manages to send out to whoever his first contact was.
explosion
dead
explosion
He can't think, a shudder running through damaged vents. The message repeats a few more times, the Reploid just blindly staggering forward through the carnage.