Trying my hand at this.

[kelso39]

Prologue-

On the sun shown a shadow.

The shadow was a sign of death, a sign of failure, to all Maverick Hunters. Twenty-five hours ago, the choice was given to them. The Mavericks had zeroed in on their space craft, their shuttle, and had offered them a choice. The spacecraft starts a course back to Earth and they kill the Hunters on the spot, or they obliterate the ship entirely, annihalating all living forums in an instance.
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"I hope to have your answer within twenty four hours. The choice is yours. I will be back on channel with you at the precise moment," the holographic image smirked with his piercing green eyes and deadly design. The hologram fizzed out in a sizzling sound, eventually fading to nothing, the image that was once there now was gone.

"Dammit. We're going to have to figure a way out on how to get our reploids off of that ship before they get roasted, and we only have twenty hours to do it," Azor swore. He was in a real predicament, and he was going to lose Netzuko if he didn't hurry up. There weren't many ways to escape that blast, and even if he did, they said they would kill them as soon as they hit the ground. So far, he had two options on hand. Azor decided to go with his instinct, and thougth it was much more likely to succeed. He was wrong.

"Tylin, get me a comm channel set up with the secondary shuttle. I have a plan," Azor requested, preparing his words mentally.

"All set up, sir."

"Okay, thank you. Shuttle Quinter, do you copy?"

"Yes sir. How may we be of assistance?"

"I'm going to require you to do some out-of-shuttle work. Are your gravi-suits functioning correctly?"

"Yes sir. They are in working condition. What is the required task?

"I need you to exit your shuttle and take down your Hunter logo and replace it with the same logo that the Tristal is using. They are in trouble, and I need to create a decoy. If all goes well, you will not have to worry."

"Aye sir."

"After doing so, move into the position that Tristal was in two hours ago. That is all."

"Aye sir. Will do."
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"What on earth is Azor thinking?" Xander chuckled to himself. Azor was pulling a decoy move, a second shuttle was moving toward his lock. But what was this? His target was moving. It wasn't just moving, either. It was moving toward the sun.

"FIRE AT THE SHUTTLE!"

Then, Xander smirked.
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"Do you copy, Tristal Shuttle?"

Azor tried again.

"Tristal Shuttle, do you copy?"

Not until twenty three hours later did he find his ship, floating across the front of the sun, eclipsing the smallest bit.

Netzuko was dead.

((I hope it's okay if I use some of your characters, guys.))

[kelso39]

Chapter One-

Azor felt as if his central robotics system had been slashed to pieces. He wanted to throw up, as so many humans were able to do at the sight of tragedy. The true reason for why he kept his chin up, his eyes dry and his pose so configured, is rather not because he didn't care, or was too mature to do otherwise, but rather because he wasn't a good leader if he showed emotion. If Azor showed weakness, the hammer would fall on him. Hard. Azor and a few other reploids who had exited the headquarters headed back inside the towering corporation, branching off from eachother slightly, all heading back to their rooms and offices.

As Azor's metal boots clanked down the dimly lit corridors, one by one, he realized the full effect of Netzuko's death. he was now without a commander, and he didn't have any reploids below that rank that he trusted well at all. He thought of demoting an admiral to cover the position, but he didn't like the idea of having a higher level reploids replace a lower one, when another lower level could probably be found.

His hand found the touchpad outside his security door, inputting the code he knew so well. 005-010-199-2. His serial number, the number he shared with just one other reploid in the world. the one reploid who he could kill, and the only other reploid that could kill him. That serial number belonged to just a single reploids besides him, and that reploid...That reploid was Xander. the thoughts instantly rushed to his head, all of the deaths of the innocent people etched into his robotic brain. The murders, the disasters his sibling had caused. Reasons and motives were like mysteries for Xander. Who knew why this sole reploid, who had not acquired any strain of virus, constantly attacked and obliterated people, cities, even countries at a time. Whatever the reason be, Azor chose not to think of it now, as he entered his room after an eternity of thought, and lay down to rest.

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"Success is at our hands, fellow renegades! we have destroyed the Hunter's ship, a long with their precious commander, Netzuko!" Xander's voice rung throughout the complex which stored all of the irregular hunters, the same group that hunted X so many years ago. Their cause was supposedly rid of until Xander was created, the incarnate of evil, the reploid whose seemingly black heart pierced the soul of any thing that dare entered his path of destruction.

Xander removed himself from the raised pedastel he had just announced from, and began to walk toward the training facility when he was interrupted by Psyclone, his fellow commander.

"Sir, you have a visitor who I believe wishes to be recruited. He is at the second entrance, in the technology wing. Do you wish to confront him now?"

Xander answered politely, "Yes, I'll be down to his wing in a matter of minutes."