LINGUISTICS MODIFIER ENABLED. LIFE SUPPORTING SYSTEMS ONLINE.
Z Omega sat up instantly, sitting on a long white table. He stayed in that positition for a while, as his systems worked to become stable. Around him, for the first time, he could hear sounds. Two voices, one a young high pitched voice, the other, a deep voice of an old man.
"He doesn't LOOK like Zero! Why is he black and blue?" asked the young voice.
"Well," said the older voice, "he looks like Zero to me. And yes, the color scheme is different both so we can tell a difference when the 'time' comes, and when he sees any other Reploid, he is not attacked."
Finally, Z could move. He turned his torso, still sitting down, to see the two people who the voice belongs to. The younger one was a boy, a little on the short side, in blue 'armor'. The armor, actually, was his exo-skeletal system. The boy was not human, but Reploid, like Z.
Reploid's are robots, machines shaped like humans, with the ability to think, feel, and make decisions like a human. The younger one, with a human like face the only human part of him, was most definatly Mega Man X, by what Z's memory banks told him. The other one, an old man actually shorter than Mega Man X, or just X, was Dr. Cain, a bald man with a long white beard, who rested on a cane for support.
Z put his hand to his head, static overwhelming his sense. X and Dr. Cain noticed the motion and looked over at him.
"Hey!" said X. "He's getting up. Welcome, Z!"
Dr. Cain pushed a few buttons on a nearby computer, and the static in Z's head faded. He got up off the table, landing with a metallic clank. He was taller than X, almost by a full foot. He looked down at the little Reploid.
"X, I presume?"
Mega Man X nodded vigorously. "Yeah! Oh, wait, hold on a second." He reached down at the base of the white table, picking up a blue helmet that fitted Z's color scheme. It had a blue crystal imbedded in the front. X handed it to Z, who fitted it over his head. It fit perfectly, allowing Z's knee length hair through in the back as well.
X extended his hand, which Z gripped. X shook it heartily. "Check your memory banks. I think we've imputted your purpose!"
Z put his hand to the side of his helmet. Images and memorys flashed through his mind. Detailed scematics of himself and X, the ability to use a mecha, and his weaponary. Two arm-cannons, and a Z-Sabre. Several references to a 'Zero Omega' were made, but nothing in Z's data banks told him about it.
"I'm sorry," Z said, "but it isn't here. And, if you don't mind my asking, who is Zero?"
X grinned again. "Let me start off with this. You were made to kick some real butt!"
Z frowned. "Excuse me?"
X motioned at the table. "Sit down. This might take a while."
Unsure of what was going on, Z sat on the white table, his legs barely touching the ground. "Go on."
X grinned once more. "OK, then! There is this one guy named Zero Omega, like you, except with red and white armor. He has your same weapons, skills, fighting ability, and all of that good stuff. Well, as it turns out, he was a Maverick who turned good. But, it was impossible for him to keep the virus away. And when he defeated Sigma for the first time, the virus was given to Sigma, and they exchanged roles. Sigma turned bad and Zero turned good. In a short skirmish, Zero destroyed Sigman completely, but inheriting the Maverick virus anyway. So Zero is the new leader of the Mavericks, and is really really powerful. So, in need of someone to defeat him, we created a clone."
Z looked down at himself. "...Me?"
X nodded. "Yeah! You're supposed to fight Zero in a few months, beat him up real good." X looked down at the ground uncomfortable, kicking the ground. "Ah, I was a good friend of his, so I really don't want to fight him. If you lose, since you are his equal, he should be hurting, enough for me to finish him off. Then we'll take your remains to Dr. Cain, fix you up, and neutralize the virus if either of you still have it!"
Z jumped off the table. "Sounds fine, if I'm to be his equal. I have a chance of winning, right?"
X nodded vigourosly again. "That's right! And you have an edge, too! We've programmed you to be a master mech rider! That should be enough for to to defeat Zero!
Z made a fist. "Then why are we waiting?"
X shook his head. "People call ME inexperienced. You don't know how to USE those weapons, do you? We need training! Here, follow me."
X turned around and began walking down a corrider. Hesitantly, Z followed him.