MegaMan Generations

[Ragna Rockman]

First, I would like to apologize that I've been absent for a month (although I'm pretty sure none of you missed me- I don't care, anyway). I was truthful when I said I was working on a story to post here (and guess what-this is it).

Secondly, I would like to apologize for putting my input here, because I'm sure you were expecting to click the link and automatically start reading the story instead of listening to my stupid commentary beforehand, and I pray this doesn't ruin the effect of the following story.

Finally, if placing script from EXE6 counts as a spoiler, watch out, because it's in here.

And now for the feature presentation...

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In the early 21st century, inside a classroom in Cyber City, Electopia…

"Next, we’ll be studying about CopyBots. You don’t know what a CopyBot is yet, do you, Lan?"

"There’s one in the foyer, but I don’t know what it does."

"Well then, will someone explain to Lan what a CopyBot is?"

"I will, sir! A CopyBot, as it is, can’t move. However, if you send a Navi into one, it changes into that Navi, and then the Navi is free to move around in our world."

"Heh!? A Navi in the real world!? I’ve never heard of technology like that!!"

"I’m not surprised! This technology only exists here in Cyber City. Each area of Cyber City is developing something different. This area, Central Town, is doing research in…next-gen society!"

"N-Next-gen Net society!?"

"Yup. Right now, Navis can only help us in the Cyberworld. But, with CopyBots, they will be able to exist in our world, and directly help people. And that’s what a next-gen society is about!"

"W-Wow! So you mean MegaMan can be in the real world, too, Mr. Mach?"

"Of course!! But there are a few restrictions."

"Restrictions?"

"Yes. Navis transferred into a CopyBot can’t use weapons or Battle Chips like in the Cyberworld. Also, Navis will have the same strength as a human adult. So? Wanna bring MegaMan into the real world?"

"Of course!!"

"I’m so nervous. I never thought this could happen."

"Me either…MegaMan, begin transfer…*gulp*…Wah!…H-H-He’s aliiiive!!"

"I’m not some sort of monster, Lan!"

"MegaMan…This is like a dream…"

"So, MegaMan, how do you like the real world?"

"If I could, I’d stay here forever."

"If only that were possible! They’re still doing research, but if a CopyBot could hold more energy, then maybe you can someday!"



MegaMan Generations
by
Ragna Rockman



Chapter I

Never before had the whole of humanity howled in torment as much as it did than from the rise of Necronoma.

Necronoma was not a being, nor an object, nor a conception of thought. It was a hell- a death infinitely more horrific than any one human or demon could possibly conjecture. It was a portal to the bowels of the land of the damned; the spawn of Satan himself unleashed upon the dumbfounded creatures known as man.

In the beginning, there were many nations that tried to appease the unholy one. They sent tons of bushels of offerings to be eaten by the locusts, hundreds of thousands of servants to drudge in the waste left by the sloth, and they sacrificed millions of beasts in the blasphemous name of Necronoma.

They transfigured their culture to match that of the accursed. They christened their children and grandchildren with the names of all the demons and all the evils that the darkest recesses of the Universe and beyond could bring forth. They existed without eyes or ears or mouths or minds, for all there was to know was Necronoma; all there was to know was Hell.

But this was not enough. Necronoma was not pleased. There were still too many souls that had not yet been snared; too much power that had not yet been enjoyed; too much life that had not yet been devastated. The antichrists screamed from the fire and the brimstone: they wanted more, they wanted more, they wanted more!

There was only one way to satisfy the insatiable appetite of the Beast, and, with swiftness never before seen, on a black chariot driven by the horses of the night, Ares rode up towards the earth deep from the fires of Hades, thirsting for the blood of the mortals. In one grand swing of his mighty blade, he who brought war to the earth brought death to the living.

And for ages the rivers ran red with the blood of those who tried to drink from the waters of salvation. The valleys and mountains were filled with the bones of the men who dared to defy the gods of the nether world in open battle. The air was tainted with the raw, putrid stench of the decaying flesh that once housed the voices of rebellion. At times during the eternal night, the screams of the wounded and the dying, and sometimes those who had already departed from this world, echoed throughout the barren streets of the forsaken cities- a reminder of the consequences of challenging the authority of the monarch of the underworld.

Yet, in the era of darkness, within the shadows that had swallowed the earth as a cobra would its prey, there was one attribute that mankind carried with them that not even Lucifer or the dogs of war could gain a foothold on- hope. The more Satan tried to hunt for it, the more it eluded him. The greater the demons pushed, the greater it pushed back. The tighter Hades gripped his fist, the more it slipped from his grasp. The foundation Satan had placed his throne on was beginning to deteriorate, and light was starting to shine through the fog of the everlasting twilight. Pluto’s servants attempted desperately to restrain their hold on the planet, but it was to no avail. As the haze lifted, and the night turned to day, the last remnants of humanity became aware of who they were. Mankind was no longer loyal to Hades; their chains of forced servitude were broken. Free from the reign of Satan, humanity took one final stand against the dark masters.

It was an engagement such that there could never be an event like it ever again, even beyond the end of time itself. There weren’t enough swords or arrows to crush their spirits. There weren’t enough mountains or streams to slow them down. There weren’t enough shields or armored plates to stop their assaults. There weren’t enough words to persuade them to cease. There weren’t enough reasons to be awarded mercy. With one thrust, mankind regained dominion over the earth and its creatures. The dark masters’ reign had ended. In defeat, Satan and his servants retreated into the dark abyss; they drew back into the land of the eternal fire, never to return again. The age of hell on earth was over.

O, but what spoils that had been bestowed upon the champions! What was once forest was now desert; what was once life was now death; what was once Earth was now a wasteland. Everything that had ever been touched by the hand of the Devil was utterly transformed into an entity dissimilar to that which had been there before. There was no map to look at; no records to learn from; no past to build upon. It was a whole new world out there, and the last residuum of humankind had been granted the responsibility of nurturing and guarding the infant earth, as she had done for humanity all through its growth and change.

And so, as if commanded by the gods themselves, a new form of life emerged upon the earth- human from the physical perspective, but no longer shackled to the broad, onerous chains of greed and self-destruction, as had their predecessors. A new structure of society had risen from the remains of those which had succumbed to the weight of the years of warfare and devastation. People were no longer interested in their benefit- they studied so that others could enjoy their discoveries; they worked so that others could be fed and clothed; they lived so that others could live.

Such was the case with the one christened Keiji Okia. In the chronicles of human history, he would be remembered as the vanguard of the new era, but he never recognized himself as such. People were his reason for living; he himself was but an insignificant particle of granular silica embedded within a vast shoreline. He knew eventually he was going to leave this planet, and his one wish was that the world he left was more majestic and awe-inspiring than the one he had arrived into, so that his descendants could enjoy a better life than he could ever possibly imagine.

Eventually, these thoughts led him and a contingent of archaeologists to Origin Point, the site of the last struggle between the rebellion and the dark forces of Necronoma. Few had dared to go within the dark, abandoned city, buried deep beneath the surface, ever since the final conflict had ended. Nonetheless, Dr. Okia and his team set foot into the ancient battlefield, praying they would be blessed to encounter an object or document that had not been eroded from the war or the passage of time.

Amongst the artifacts within the ruins, there was one particular article which attracted the attention of the good doctor. Down on his knees, next to one of the demolished obelisks, Dr. Okia plucked the item from the heap of ashes and soil which had collected around the stone column. Removing the dust from the object with a sweep of his hand, Okia examined the device, constantly turning it in all directions and fiddling with the metal casing. Without warning, the apparatus became functional, even after so many years of neglect. Keiji immediately stood up, in tremendous awe over the never-before-seen technology. Everyone around him ceased their actions and became still, focusing their concentration towards the scientist. Okia was like a child at that moment; he had been bequeathed a new plaything, and he was eager to master it.

He stopped. Slowly, he turned to face his peers, with an expression of a person who had unearthed a relic rival to the Ark of the Covenant. "My friends," he uttered, "we have found it. After all these years spent searching for our history, we have discovered a clue." Raising the object high so that everyone could view it, he declared, "Here, in my hand, is what we have been looking for. I don't what it is yet, but whatever it is, it's age is beyond that of this very city; it may be the link we need; the bridge between our world and the world of the past.

"How do I know this? Becuase there is something in here- some sort of ancient spirit; I can't quite describe it. The device's archives-amazingly they are in our tongue- refer to it as a Net Navigator. What its function is, I don't know.

"More importantly, the device goes further by calling the Navigator MegaMan. Remember that name well, for it may just be our link between the present and the past." Climbing on top of one of the broken stone columns, Dr. Okia looked upon the people and stretched his arms as though we was to embrace them all at once.

"I want you all to rise out of this cavern and tell the world what I have told you. It is our salvation, and humanity shall know of it. They shall understand that, at long last, we have found it. We have found MegaMan!"
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