09-21-2017, 10:09 PM
What an ordeal to go through.
With his left arm and his legs, X scooted himself backward, treading loose dirt under his beaten armor. After about a meter of dragging and pushing with what function he could still get from his limbs, the android finally hit a tree head-first, where he could prop himself up into a sitting position. There, the robot would stop and reflect.
[spoiler]>run diagnosis
Core Power status... 9% remaining
Power Saving Mode - Enabled
MBuster-XVII status... 23% power use
Nano-Regen status... Error - Offline
Major Damage to Right Fore-Arm & Lower Torso
Minor Damage to Right Shoulder & Left Shoulder & Left Knee & Right Knee
Estimated Shell Integrity... 70%
High Priority - Recharge necessary due to low power.
Medium Priority - Repairs required due to substantial damage.
You have [3] new software updates available!
- mimic.exe (Active Variable Weapon System)
- hornetman.exe (unrecognized)
- plantman.exe (unrecognized)[/spoiler]
All things considered, X appeared to rather fortunate. Despite wandering into a war woefully under-equipped, the Mega Man had managed to aid an experienced traveler in eradicating the presence of a powerful, twisted organization. To this, he had much to thank- that very traveler in question, the protection of the Liberator Aid upon his left hand, and perhaps some aspect of quantum physics he was not familiar with. The latter seemed like the only sort of explanation X could muster regarding just how he managed to escape the collapsing Nebula Space the way he did. The first two, however, were self-explanatory.
"How are you doing, Kelly?" X inquired out of polity. "I'm in no condition to keep fighting, at the moment."
The psychic exhaled a breath, then replied, "I feel the same way. I think we deserve a rest." With a creak of his neck, the blue bomber nodded in agreement, but said nothing.
Some time passed. Without the automated recovery system that had been unlocked in Nebula Space, X's only current option for repair would be to operate on himself. The task would not be tedious to the machine if it were simple, but the severity of the damage ensured it would be quite complex. It occurred to X that he could possibly wish for his wounds to be healed simply with Omni's mysterious substance; however, there was no certainly of how long the process would take, or to what degree it would even prove effective.
So the android took another cursory look over the Dataverse, searching for information on potential townships or villages. The one that appeared most prominently, in advertisements and articles alike, called itself Ambrosia. X recognized the name, recalling a sign on a crossroads. Was that where Dr. Regal's assistant had been coming from? The few pictures of the place seen on the Dataverse painted a picture of a cheery, multi-colored, and bizarre town.
The android bore doubts that the citizens bore any ability to repair a complex machine such as himself. If X could simply get a roof over his head, however, he could probably fix himself up safely anyhow- however long that would take.
Regardless of the minute details, the Mega Man solidified his short-term future plans. With this new resolve, the metallic humanoid lifted his left hand, staring at the Liberator Aid strapped over the digits
>run clock starttimer
Timer loaded.
Timer started... [0:00.21]
X began to focus. He closed his eyes, and to the best of his ability, imagined an object to create. The processes of his digital brain worked to fill in each detail, every aspect of the thing he wished to make. Concepts such as the fine smoothness of the material, the firm weaving of the fibers, and the refined finish of the sheet all traveled through his thoughts. As only a machine could do, he mapped out the dimensions to perfectly suit his requirements, ensuring that not a thread would be out of place.
The sensation of a faint weight drifted through the robot's hand, and he seized it as his legs were blanketed.
>stoptimer
Timer stopped. [5:06.58]
X opened his eyes, beholding the traveling shawl he had created for himself. An earthen-red color stared back in prominence, the hem lined with a more defining crimson. Something large to cover up the unseemly scars while on the road. With that, the android leaned forward and hoisted himself up to his feet. Grabbing by the edge of the cloth, X lifted the shawl with his left hand and tossed it over and around his shoulders. Keeping the right arm inactive would help prevent it from damage, but it meant that X had to put in more work to shuffle on the clothing just right. When the fabric sat properly over his pauldrons, the android straightened himself out and turned to Kelly for an
"Let's not stay around here," the blue bomber advised aloud as Kelly turned his attention to him, "It's better that we rest in a proper town." The psychic did not respond at first, sitting on a chunk of ancient wall as if considering some invisible option.
"I appreciate it, but no thanks," Kelly said finally, after some deliberation. "There's some things I want to check before I leave. You can go on ahead." X gave this excuse a curious expression, questioning what exactly the traveler was referring to. Ultimately, he decided it was better not to press the issue. Their job here was done, and whatever Kelly intended to do beyond that should remain none of the Mega Man's business.
X pursed his lips, glancing around the ruins. He spied the gap in the trees where the Liberators had emerged here from, new vines draped over the opening. With slow, plodding steps, the android paced over the old cobblestone, towards the exit.
In the corner of his cameras, past the paused timer and the heads-up of the Liberator Aid, a corpse peeked. X took one more step and stopped, his neck whirring as he glanced at the sight. The body was well beyond rotten, turned dark and nearly picked clean by the elements. A large hole sat in the neck, where some object had penetrated it.
Steve.
"How long were we in that place?" X wondered, although he hadn't meant to do so aloud. If their escape had truly distorted time itself...
"I've noticed," Kelly began to speak, regarding the android's fears, "Here in the Omniverse, time seems to dilate in certain ways." Mega Man X was utterly perplexed by this observation, and when he turned side to look to the psychic, he continued, "I can't say for sure why, but I think it has something to do with the activity in certain areas. The more dramatic an occurrence, the more time bends around it."
The 300-year-old machine tried to make sense of this. After several moments, he gave up on using any sort of scientific explanation for it. The strange, twisted nature behind the Omniverse and its laws were becoming all too apparent- and the implications following them seemed even worse. "Are you suggesting that the people of the Omniverse all have some unconscious ability to distort time?" X inquired.
Kelly did not answer.
"We could've been in that space for months-" the robot hypothesized, trying to grasp the full scale of what was being revealed to him.
"It's probably better you didn't think about it," the psychic suggested.
"What about those people we tied up?" X asked, fearing the worst. "What about Steven?"
"X."
The android paused, locking eyes with Kelly. A softening quiet brewed between them, and X took the advice, throwing away his hypothetical thoughts. Finally, X mustered the ability to say something, "They didn't deserve to die."
Kelly's silence spoke volumes. After another moment, he offered a last response, "Sometimes, it's all you can do just to save yourself. And right now, your power core is flickering. If you're not careful, you might need saving."
X thought about this for a short while, then decided he would stop thinking for the time being. Right now, he had to act. The robot turned away, the ends of his cloak floating briefly on a small breeze. "I'm going to check on them."
"Go ahead." For how much the psychic seemed not to care, there might've been a hint of encouragement in his voice.
The blue bomber could not be certain of this. Whatever the case, Kelly deserved proper regards. Looking back one more time, X announced, "I'm glad we could work together. Should we meet again sometime in the future, I hope we can join forces once again."
Kelly once again said nothing. The android did not wait for a verbal response, and simply clomped out of the ruins and into the lush tangles of the forest again.
With his left arm and his legs, X scooted himself backward, treading loose dirt under his beaten armor. After about a meter of dragging and pushing with what function he could still get from his limbs, the android finally hit a tree head-first, where he could prop himself up into a sitting position. There, the robot would stop and reflect.
[spoiler]>run diagnosis
Core Power status... 9% remaining
Power Saving Mode - Enabled
MBuster-XVII status... 23% power use
Nano-Regen status... Error - Offline
Major Damage to Right Fore-Arm & Lower Torso
Minor Damage to Right Shoulder & Left Shoulder & Left Knee & Right Knee
Estimated Shell Integrity... 70%
High Priority - Recharge necessary due to low power.
Medium Priority - Repairs required due to substantial damage.
You have [3] new software updates available!
- mimic.exe (Active Variable Weapon System)
- hornetman.exe (unrecognized)
- plantman.exe (unrecognized)[/spoiler]
All things considered, X appeared to rather fortunate. Despite wandering into a war woefully under-equipped, the Mega Man had managed to aid an experienced traveler in eradicating the presence of a powerful, twisted organization. To this, he had much to thank- that very traveler in question, the protection of the Liberator Aid upon his left hand, and perhaps some aspect of quantum physics he was not familiar with. The latter seemed like the only sort of explanation X could muster regarding just how he managed to escape the collapsing Nebula Space the way he did. The first two, however, were self-explanatory.
"How are you doing, Kelly?" X inquired out of polity. "I'm in no condition to keep fighting, at the moment."
The psychic exhaled a breath, then replied, "I feel the same way. I think we deserve a rest." With a creak of his neck, the blue bomber nodded in agreement, but said nothing.
Some time passed. Without the automated recovery system that had been unlocked in Nebula Space, X's only current option for repair would be to operate on himself. The task would not be tedious to the machine if it were simple, but the severity of the damage ensured it would be quite complex. It occurred to X that he could possibly wish for his wounds to be healed simply with Omni's mysterious substance; however, there was no certainly of how long the process would take, or to what degree it would even prove effective.
So the android took another cursory look over the Dataverse, searching for information on potential townships or villages. The one that appeared most prominently, in advertisements and articles alike, called itself Ambrosia. X recognized the name, recalling a sign on a crossroads. Was that where Dr. Regal's assistant had been coming from? The few pictures of the place seen on the Dataverse painted a picture of a cheery, multi-colored, and bizarre town.
The android bore doubts that the citizens bore any ability to repair a complex machine such as himself. If X could simply get a roof over his head, however, he could probably fix himself up safely anyhow- however long that would take.
Regardless of the minute details, the Mega Man solidified his short-term future plans. With this new resolve, the metallic humanoid lifted his left hand, staring at the Liberator Aid strapped over the digits
>run clock starttimer
Timer loaded.
Timer started... [0:00.21]
X began to focus. He closed his eyes, and to the best of his ability, imagined an object to create. The processes of his digital brain worked to fill in each detail, every aspect of the thing he wished to make. Concepts such as the fine smoothness of the material, the firm weaving of the fibers, and the refined finish of the sheet all traveled through his thoughts. As only a machine could do, he mapped out the dimensions to perfectly suit his requirements, ensuring that not a thread would be out of place.
The sensation of a faint weight drifted through the robot's hand, and he seized it as his legs were blanketed.
>stoptimer
Timer stopped. [5:06.58]
X opened his eyes, beholding the traveling shawl he had created for himself. An earthen-red color stared back in prominence, the hem lined with a more defining crimson. Something large to cover up the unseemly scars while on the road. With that, the android leaned forward and hoisted himself up to his feet. Grabbing by the edge of the cloth, X lifted the shawl with his left hand and tossed it over and around his shoulders. Keeping the right arm inactive would help prevent it from damage, but it meant that X had to put in more work to shuffle on the clothing just right. When the fabric sat properly over his pauldrons, the android straightened himself out and turned to Kelly for an
"Let's not stay around here," the blue bomber advised aloud as Kelly turned his attention to him, "It's better that we rest in a proper town." The psychic did not respond at first, sitting on a chunk of ancient wall as if considering some invisible option.
"I appreciate it, but no thanks," Kelly said finally, after some deliberation. "There's some things I want to check before I leave. You can go on ahead." X gave this excuse a curious expression, questioning what exactly the traveler was referring to. Ultimately, he decided it was better not to press the issue. Their job here was done, and whatever Kelly intended to do beyond that should remain none of the Mega Man's business.
X pursed his lips, glancing around the ruins. He spied the gap in the trees where the Liberators had emerged here from, new vines draped over the opening. With slow, plodding steps, the android paced over the old cobblestone, towards the exit.
In the corner of his cameras, past the paused timer and the heads-up of the Liberator Aid, a corpse peeked. X took one more step and stopped, his neck whirring as he glanced at the sight. The body was well beyond rotten, turned dark and nearly picked clean by the elements. A large hole sat in the neck, where some object had penetrated it.
Steve.
"How long were we in that place?" X wondered, although he hadn't meant to do so aloud. If their escape had truly distorted time itself...
"I've noticed," Kelly began to speak, regarding the android's fears, "Here in the Omniverse, time seems to dilate in certain ways." Mega Man X was utterly perplexed by this observation, and when he turned side to look to the psychic, he continued, "I can't say for sure why, but I think it has something to do with the activity in certain areas. The more dramatic an occurrence, the more time bends around it."
The 300-year-old machine tried to make sense of this. After several moments, he gave up on using any sort of scientific explanation for it. The strange, twisted nature behind the Omniverse and its laws were becoming all too apparent- and the implications following them seemed even worse. "Are you suggesting that the people of the Omniverse all have some unconscious ability to distort time?" X inquired.
Kelly did not answer.
"We could've been in that space for months-" the robot hypothesized, trying to grasp the full scale of what was being revealed to him.
"It's probably better you didn't think about it," the psychic suggested.
"What about those people we tied up?" X asked, fearing the worst. "What about Steven?"
"X."
The android paused, locking eyes with Kelly. A softening quiet brewed between them, and X took the advice, throwing away his hypothetical thoughts. Finally, X mustered the ability to say something, "They didn't deserve to die."
Kelly's silence spoke volumes. After another moment, he offered a last response, "Sometimes, it's all you can do just to save yourself. And right now, your power core is flickering. If you're not careful, you might need saving."
X thought about this for a short while, then decided he would stop thinking for the time being. Right now, he had to act. The robot turned away, the ends of his cloak floating briefly on a small breeze. "I'm going to check on them."
"Go ahead." For how much the psychic seemed not to care, there might've been a hint of encouragement in his voice.
The blue bomber could not be certain of this. Whatever the case, Kelly deserved proper regards. Looking back one more time, X announced, "I'm glad we could work together. Should we meet again sometime in the future, I hope we can join forces once again."
Kelly once again said nothing. The android did not wait for a verbal response, and simply clomped out of the ruins and into the lush tangles of the forest again.
Quote:X is departing from this thread into Ambrosia, where he can rest up and hopefully jump into another Dark Data event before long.