Dear Lord....I don't know why I'm doing this.....

This is a fic I wrote a LONG LONG LONG time ago. Way
back when I first started fanfic writing. Long before
I even knew the ffml, IRC, or even pre-readers
existed. It has been sitting on my harddrive ever
since.

Well at some point, though I may have imagined it,
people have were talking about the lack of fics in the
world.

Technically, they said lack of GOOD fics. So this most
likely won't satisfy their urges.

So I thought I'd spit this out for the freak of it.
There were 10 chapters to the story before I scrapped
it. 

I know I'm gonna get bashed and burned for this....

Whatever...here goes....





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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and Mega Man X are both the
property of the respective owners and creators. So
please dont sue me the most you'll get is my one of a
kind already chewed bubble gum collection.

Author's Notes: This story is unique in that it runs
on the format of alternating chapters. Meaning that
every other chapter will focus mainly on either Mega
Man X or Sailor Moon. This chapter focuses mainly on
Mega Man X so the next chapter will focus on Sailor
Moon. Also any unknown or mysterious occuring in this
chapter, being Mega Man, will be explained in the next
Sailor Moon chapter.

Year:2145

Location: Maverick Weapons Research and Development
Outpost, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

A massive 20 square mile wide complex looms in the
sweltering desert of the former oil capital of the
world. Deep in the bowels of this laboratory a project
of untold proportions is taking place. A project whose
purpose is to change the world forever, in favor of
the Mavericks of course. This project dubbed Project
Zeta is headed by one Dr. Alastair Rennoir, age 54,
one of the many humans who were "drafted" into the
Maverick cause. The foremost expert in the field of
bio-engineering and nanotechnology. The good doctor
follows a strict code of logic and proven facts. He
does not believe in luck, hope, or faith in anything.
The prime reason he joined the side of the Mavericks
is because he deduced that there was no plausible way
the Hunters or the rest of humanity could possibly
win. The Mavericks have the advantage and sheer number
and controlled territory and in the end he deduced
that the Mavericks will ultimately be victorious, he
thought it best to join the winning team now while he
still had the chance.

"Dr. Rennoir! You have an urgent call on line 5!"
yelled the voice of one of his many assistance.

He stroked his ashen beard. He briefly took his eyes
off of the massive liquid filled tank that was looming
before him, cables attached all around it constantly
sending in detailed progress reports on the subject
floating inside. He retrieved a small calculator like
device out of his lab coat and pressed a series of
numbers. Suddenly a full 3-D image of a purple and
black masked reploid appeared before, the only
indication of his face was a single glowing 
red eye. 

"I assume you have called for a progress report master
Vile?"

"You assume correct Dr. Rennoir." The cold mechanical
voice of Vile could send chills down anyone, reploid
or human.

"Yes. So far the nanocells have grown synth-flesh over
67% of the skeletal structure."

"And what of the other four?"

"Slightly faster progress. Subject number 2 has
completed the process and subject number 1 is at 94%.
All five should be completed by the end of the week"

"Excellent."

"Unfortunately Vile there is a problem regarding
security. We have already apprehended three spies from
Maverick Hunter. I don't know how much information
they were able to ferry out but there is a possibility
that the Maverick Hunters know of this operation."

"Yes I am aware of this. That is why the send-off will
not occur in Riyadh as previously planned."

"I see. So they are going with the secondary option of
multiple send-off points?"

"I'm surprised you know about that doctor."

"I have my ways.........That concludes my report. I'll
contact you once subject number 1 reaches 100%" He
deactivated the com unit and put his eyes back on the
shadow enshrouded being inside. "Yes. Soon everything
will be put into motion.......very soon"
 
Location: Maverick Hunter Aerial Command Base #8, High
above the Sargasso Sea in the Atlantic Ocean.

Maverick Hunter Triad. A seasoned soldier in every
respect. Has fought in more battles than can be
counted and has recently recieved the honor of
Colonel. He stands on the balcony of the massive
aerial base his orange and white armor gleaming in the
sunlight while over looking never ending waters of the
Atlantic.

"Col. Triad sir! We have deployed the mutli-sensory
probes and have already detected a massive structure
exactly 3 square miles in size." A reploid soldier
reported from just inside the entrance of the balcony.

"I see. Are platoons 4 and 7 briefed and prepped?"

"Yes Col. Triad."

"Good we will deploy immediately. Also have 4 Mech
combat suits with underwater adaptability ready by the
time we deploy. We don�t know how much resistance
we'll run into."

"Sir!" With a salute the soldier runs to complete his
task. 

"Hmmmm I find it hard to believe that a Maverick base
would be this easy to find........especially a base
that was specifically built for a single purpose."

Triad enters the massive command complex of the aerial
base. Sensors of every kind monitoring every facet of
the base from the engine room to troop deployments.
All operations centralized to one room, it is both an
advantage and a weakness.

"Strange........" Came the voice of one of the many
operators.

"What is it private?"

"My proximity scanners just detected a massive
increase in heat in the area of the ocean where we
detected the base.........."

"Sir! The probes have detected a large build up of
energy directly under us!"

"WHAT! Helm! All bring all thrusters to full and get
us out from the above the build up quickly!"

Not three seconds after he gave the order a beam of
searing white energy burst from out of the boiling
water, tearing through the air and slamming into the
underside of the ship causing a massive explosion in
its wake.

"DAMNIT!!! Deploy 4 and 7!!! NOW!!!"

Soon Maverick Hunters began dropping from the base
into the sea, all of them adapted for underwater
combat. 

"Both squads have touched down safely and enroute to
the underwater base." Another operator reported.

"Good. Give me a full damage report and find out where
that particle beam came from!"

"Sir! We've sustained damage to hanger bays 1, 5 and 9
and three of our anti-grav engines were destroyed,
were staying aloft on secondary thrusters at the
moment."

"I see. Progress report on the battle?"

"Both teams have reached the base with no
problem...................Sir they're reporting that
there are no Mavericks inside the base. Its a decoy."

"Damnit. Open a channel to Zero."

A large view screen slowly lowers itself from the
ceiling of the operations center. First there is
nothing but static but then the image of a red and
white reploid with a blonde ponytail appears on the
screen.

"This is Zero. Ahhh Col. Triad what do you have for us
?"

"I'm sorry. But it was another dud. Apparently they
had some kind of auto controlled energy weapon near
the base and we sustained some damage. But the base
itself was completely abandoned."

"I see. That means they were expecting us which also
means........."

"They know that we know there plans. Meaning that
theyve probably intiated some kind of back-up."

"Alright. Thank you Col. Triad. Keep me
informed......"

"Yes sir."

Zero looked up from the tiny viewscreen on his desk
and over to his blue armored partner standing in front
of him. A look of worry and both there faces.

"This isnt good. They know were on to them. That makes
the situation even more dangerous.....What do you
think X?"

" I think there gonna make there move soon. And since
we can't risk sending anymore spies all we can do is
cross our fingers and wait. And hope something comes
up before this all blows up in our faces........"





To Be Continued............


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