by Axel » Fri Oct 19, 2012 4:12 am
This is but a small tale, something that I came up with during the times that I could. If anyone feels that what they are about to read could be better, use improving, spell-checking, or usable for a game or project, please tell me. I hold no copyright for any characters/games/settings used, referenced, or associated in this work.
Now, please, enjoy.
As the Paths Branch Out
Battle, one of the many pleasures and burdens of life, ensues at all times. There is not a single life that does not do battle, even simply for the next breath, that can be ever told of. Upon the many world, upon the many countries and cities and peoples, regardless of age and wisdom, battle is both of sport and unwelcome trials to any being. In a world not so unkind to it's born people, a battle rages on a scale one would think the living could not touch, a battle within a space of pure electricity, a world within this world on the planes of computerized battle. This front, waged in a war against a uncommon criminal element, has cycled, died, and been reborn for many an age. What, though, of this world, this battle, is truly remarkable in itself? This is the beginning, the tide that rises to push all the waters forward within the world if revolves upon. This battle will end with many casualties, and place forward a great burden upon those who could only stand by and watch, and set forward a new standard for technology... This is the cycle of battles and eras, the beginning and end of a young boy made data, a unfortunate being named Hub. Yes, his name is Hub, or as those who did not know his origins, Megaman. Little did anyone know, however, that this path is not fixed, and upon it's change, wrenched from the eternal rotations of his worlds time, would set in motion many other worlds into being...
To tell you of the change, one must first illustrate the path it was ever supposed to be. This was to be the true final battle, ending in both Megaman's deletion and the end to all Viruses across the internet of their world, including the source of all data corruption, the Black Navi, who does remain without a true name or master at his demise. A flurry of shots, slim dodges, crushing physical blows, all tossed about withing a data stream of mayhem and madness, with few allies to support and aid Megaman as he struggled against the very source of his current existence, the program that was accessed by his father upon his deathbed in order to preserve what life he could, at the cost of most of his son's memories and any chance of ever living as a normal boy. This program, grown sinister within it's observation of human laze, upon it's disgust with human apathy for any life other than it's own, and threw against humanity the single choice that would send them back to the ages of ingenuity and hard work. A choice, to destroy all cybernetics in current existence, as deeply rooted as he was within all machines, nanites, and equipment both medical and recreational, or die at the hands of a weapon created in the same age that humanity was to be returned to, a warhead of despicable power capable of razing the surface of the planet several times over. To die by your own hands or to die by the hands of your forefathers, the answer was clear as day for the young group known for a constant, if incidental vigil against the myriad threats to the digital web and all who are linked by it. The battle draws to it's climax, the Black Navi continues to press it's assault in waves, the team of Net Navi facing near eradication, and their operators and allies frantically providing the chips required to keep them from such a fate. Lan, as the brother and operator of Megaman, is shaken by the fate that has been dealt to him, but remains stalwart in his aid to his brother and continues to slot in the proper combination of chips to keep on the offensive. Ground is lost, however, and it is brought down to the three warriors that continued to save the world: Gutsman, Roll, and Megaman. The tide turns swiftly as they press together the combinations and powers gained through a tightly linked rivalry and unbreakable friendship, bringing their opponent to his knees just in the nick of time. Celebrations are rising in the minds of the battlers, save for one... And he is well aware of his fate. Just as the data around them begins to decompose into nothing, Hub quickly fragments his two allies and sends them back into the handhelds where their data is the most secured, and cuts his own connection to the handheld his data is stored, much to the dismay and sadness of those onlooking. His last farewell, written in a single digital letter to Lan, is spoken aloud, and as the last sentence is finished, the screen fades to black. Within the digital plane, in a sealed off room in a dying internet, Hub makes the final, decisive blow against his opponent...the last forgotten memories of his childhood, taken form from data corruption during the separation of his mind and body fused with the same program that saved his life. As his being fades, and his presence dies, he bids one last farewell, unheard, and unseen.
As this battle would end, these children would be burdened to become the new generation, those who can only help to aid the world in it's recovery and forward the ideals they would live by to the generations to come. The Hikari family would grow and shrink with time, and end in the life of a single man, the Robotics expert, Doctor Light, some time after the greatest robots of all time were created. These two robots, one entirely of his design and the other modified to be free of it's creator, would soon be known, and forever be known, as the two robots to save all beings many times in the world, and would bring about a new human race with their actions, who themselves would start the cycle anew with the end of robotkind. However much it was warred against, this would not change... Until change came in a form all too familiar, and of it's own accord all-together.
*Intermission 10/18*
*Resuming 10/24*
Anyone familiar with the less popular series of the Megaman games knows of the cast of this once-secular universe, and should recognize the names of those who's influence has been ever vigilant; Roll, a entity entirely entwined with the fate of Megaman--never truly direct but always present, and Gutsman, a seemingly basic model for any robot, net-navi, or even cartoon character as the series in our universe has shown time and time again. Question, now, why Gutsman in particular stands out, why as something so generic and mundane as he is portrayed, so prevalent and steadfast in his continual existence. This being is as phenomenal as, if not more so than, Roll herself in the fact that he is just as key a character, irregardless of the era he is present in. Aye, this indeed is where the true change begins for this world.
As the continual time of this world spins around it's host star, ever ignorant of the many worlds around if and the changes that it's universe undergoes, a single being set adrift within the flow begins to see past the winds of fate that tosses it about. As the haze clears, the winds seem to ease, and clairvoyance is gained...only to be shown the turmoil that is to be faced, and the paths that may come out of a moment's choice. The decision is set, and the present time is brought clean into vision by a searing pain--the battle ever rages, the digital scope clean and precise as the day it was optimized, and the clear choice laid out is set into motion. Giving hard-spoken orders, the combination of battle-chips is slotted in just as the decay creeps onto the battlefield. Skimming the timing just enough to assure Roll was sent to safety, the unknowing hero is fragmented and recalled back to the handheld where he is stored, with little else to do but protest the sudden change in his location and his inability to finish the job he had anticipated would be his end. As the signal between his handheld and the terminal corrodes, Gutsman gives one final farewell to his operator as his fist smashes into the form of the Black Navi, leaving the single mark in the pages of time that will never be seen, changing the context of the pages from then onward. Very much sadness would be shared amidst friends and family, and a statue to remember all who gave their whole to the cause would be erected--one name shining in gold embroidered letters--crafted in the following years of recovery from what would be known as The Reformatting. Lives would change deeply, advances would come much faster than before, and families would come together in memory of a being that took the burden of another upon himself, and died eradicating that which plagued the world's resources and threatened all life with a cruel, unfathomable end. With this change in the world, it would only be natural for the descendants to change as well, and set forward a new legacy upon history's pages.
This change, however, does not stop the unfortunate folly of many of the humans changed by it.
Set upon the change henceforth thrust upon the world and the salvation of a young boy who was never truly meant to be the hero of it's story, the Hikari family would convene upon the choices that had come to sit upon their laps, and did as what they would have only dreamed possible through some flight of insanity in their old world, due to the many previously instated bans on nano-technology and medical sciences: the creation of a living body, for the installment of the bulk data that originally comprised the mind of the young unfortunate boy Hub, still locked away in a terminal, unaccessable state within the wireless handheld protected from the digital Reformatting and it's aftermath. Through the long years before and the many happy years after, the family would grow in size and bear a new generation, which would no longer pursue that which they had set forward into the world in order to better enjoy the life that had been gifted to them by a fallen friend. Ages would pass, and due to many splendid achievements based on their feat, the first steps forward into space would begin to be seen, and followed by a marvelous march of human ingenuity and dexterity, launching the new age of intergalactic communications with the many races this world had been once oblivious to waiting at it's borders. An Alliance was soon established, and from the many days onward the Galactic Fedaration would do many deeds for the benefit of all allied kind...and set forth in motion the cruel, tumultuous wheels in the fate of a young descendant of the once longstanding Hikari family, the fate of one Samus Aran.
It is understandable that one might question the exactitude of this, as blood relations between the two different existences can be dispelled under the notion of separate universes. This does not, however, account for how any universe may reflect another in all but a single choice and it's consequences, a commonly accepted theory welcomed almost unanimously as fact in many circles, and brings us back to a connection that cannot be dismissed due to the cumulative time passing between the two, and the many actions as yet unconnected by records unread, ages without recollection. Truly, one such as yourself could be the greatest illegitimate successor to a vast kingdom yet unremembered by time and it's people.
The story of Samus Aran is but a single note upon the history erased by the hands of the Galactic Federation, only to dig itself out of the death it had been given many times by Samus' infamy alone. Through her countless endeavors, the quadrant itself had been liberated from the constant threat of the Space Pirates in many areas, unusual sources of destructive power--generally referred to as O.P.A.'s by many minds--had been destroyed or sealed off for eternity along with the races that choose once to guard them to their deaths, and the corrosion of much of the Galactic Federation's higher ranks was brought to light and removed entirely.
*intermission 10/24*
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