Disclaimer
I don not own any of the rights that are associated with the Mega Man X or Metroid franchises. If I did, I would not be using this piece of trash Gateway computer. Also, any other anime or game titles, characters, or concepts that appear in this story are not mine. Since Fanfiction.net has decided that people who actively search for and read NC-17 fics, then complain about them are actually worth listening to, there will be no lemon segments in this fic. At worst it will be lime, hopefully the virgin eyes of the teenagers reading this won't be scarred by the content, and even more hopefully, the morality of all the soccer moms out there won't be offended.
I proudly present…
Paths of Life
By: Veritech
A Mega Man X-Metroid crossover
Authors insane ramblings: This is an idea that has been bouncing around the interior of my skull for months. Finally I have managed to get enough peace and quiet to get this beast going, so here it is. MMX/Metroid crosses have been attempted before, to varying degrees of success. Here is my try at a very hard genre. There has always been trouble with the past history of X and Samus. In both games we are given only a cursory overview of their histories, so authors must make most of it up. That is what I will be doing. I will use what bits and pieces of past history that these characters have, but the rest is of my own mind.
Introduction
The planet Zebes, a beautiful marble of green, blue and white that sits like a glistening gemstone on the velvet blackness of space. The great beauty of this world belies the truth. That of a great battle being fought on and below the surface of this beautiful, yet hostile world, one woman, Samus Aran, fights for her very survival against hordes of enemies. Enemies that are both of this world, and those that have come from the pirate guilds.
Suddenly, the seeming peace of space is shattered as the planet Zebes erupts into a ball of antimatter flame. Concentric rings of destructive force reduce any and all objects in its path to molecular rubble, and the flash of searing white light is blinding to any who would look directly at it. At the edge of this explosive apocalypse is a single ship. A small yellow colored vessel the rides the extreme edge of the blast like a wave, and is buffeted by the forces it exerts like a ship on a stormy sea. This is the ship of the sole survivor of the battle that raged on Zebes. This is the ship of Samus Aran.
Chapter One
This chapter is mostly narrative, just to give the basis of the story.
Lights flickered, and panels shattered and sparked as her ship was blasted in every direction. Samus sat in the pilots seat; still encased in her powersuit, frantically fighting to regain control of her heavily damaged ship. Finally after the explosion washed over the nearly dead energy shields, the ship came to a rest. Samus closed her eyes for a moment and tried to calm herself.
Still breathing hard, she removed her helmet and shook her hair free from the tangles it had gotten itself into. Droplets of sweat flew from the shoulder length russet brown hair as she shook her head side to side.
Her suit may have had environmental controls, but the heat of Norfair had taxed them to the limit. They had finally blown themselves out for the strain shortly before she had left the brutally hot area. Because of that, she had spent her entire time afterward, about six hours, soaked in her own sweat.
Samus looked down at the control board, was surprised at how many of the lights on the systems display were still green, and decided to put the ship on autopilot, get out of her armor, and take a much needed shower. Turning around, she walked through the door leading to the only corridor in her ship, and walked to her personal armory.
Entering the door, the room's lights automatically flicked on to reveal two storage lockers that sat alongside a larger cylindrical capsule. Opening a panel on the capsule, Samus typed in a short code and stood back as the door slid open. Turing her back on the open chamber, Samus took a backward step into the capsule. Magnetic clamps braced the suit against the back of the capsule, and the armor opened. A seam appeared on the breastplate and the armor opened down the center of the chest. The thigh and shin plates hinged open the outer sides, and Samus climbed out the powersuit, pulling her arms out of the armor as she stepped out. Turning back to the armor she tapped a few keys on the capsule controls and the armor closed silently, then the hatch of the capsule hissed shut. The capsule was dark for a moment, then a blue indicator light came on, signaling that the diagnostic and repair functions had just activated.
Walking form the armory, Samus walked, well, more like slouched in an ambulatory fashion, toward her room, and more importantly, the shower. Walking through the door to her quarters, she moved toward the bathroom, undressing as she went, leaving clothes strewn in a path to the bathroom door. Entering the bathroom. Samus turned on the shower and set the water to the temp she liked, that being really damn hot. Before she stepped in, she flipped a microdisc into a small music player and turned it on. Then with a sigh of pleasure, she stepped into the hot water.
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*(What, you thought I'd show Samus in the shower? Shame on you!)
Unknown to Samus, there was another ship the sector with her. It too had seen the destruction of Zebes. Although one would have to be deaf, dumb and blind to miss it. And the occupants of this other ship were none of these. It was a large ship, over one hundred meters longer than Samus's own ship. It had a menace about it, a feeling that this ship was built solely for one reason, war. That made sense, since it was in fact, a heavy cruiser. But not one belonging the any military that any living human would be able to name. It was not a Terran Federation ship, nor was it a pirate ship. It did not belong to any of the myriad alien races that mankind knew of, in fact, it was a ship of whose kind had not been seen for over five hundred years. This was a ship that belonged to the Reploid Concordant.
Many would be surprised that such a ship existed, as reploids themselves had not been seen by humans-or any other race for that matter- for very near five centuries. Reploids had left earth after the disastrous sixth maverick war. A war that had come at the worst time, the sixth war hit just as humanity was finally recovering from the impact of the space colony Eurasia.
The reploids themselves had been recovering from what amounted to a civil war in their own ranks. Gate had not been maverick. He had not yearned for the destruction of the human race; he only wanted to make an ideal world-in his image, in which humans, rather than reploids, were second-class citizens. The main rub of that war was that Gate, with his accomplice Isoc, had kicked off a grudge war with Mega Man X by attempting to disgrace the name of X's comrade in arms and near brother, Zero. X had given Gate a very good thrashing, and had come upon one of Gate's 'fail safes', a reincarnated Sigma. Luckily, 'Siggy' as X called him, had been in an incomplete body, and had stood no chance against X's power and experience.
Then the true sixth war came. Sigma had somehow managed to gain control of earth's military computers, and in an act of pure sadistic evil, turned earth's nuclear weapons against the human race. The deaths numbered in the billions, and had plunged humanity into a second dark age that would last for several hundred years. In that same time, the remnants of the maverick hunters fought a desperate battle against Sigma to preserve what remained of the humans. X finally managed to lead an attack on Sigma himself that succeeded in completely destroying not only his body, but also the virus itself. Or so X had thought.
In truth the death of Sigma was only the beginning of the wars final act. Sigma's final action in life had been to unleash an improved maverick virus. A virus that added the virility of the maverick code with the frightening strength of Gate's Nightmare Virus, as a final part, Sigma had empowered the new virus with its most powerful component. A piece of the source code developed by Dr Light. Sigma had then given the new virus a name that would forever mock Dr Light's final creation. Sigma named it the 'X virus.'
Nobody knows how Sigma had come to posses that code, but it enabled Sigma to make a virus with no cure. Nothing could rehabilitate a reploid witch had been infected. So any reploid infected had to be destroyed. Sigma had infected one reploid to begin. And that reploid had arguably been the most powerful reploid in existence. That reploid had been Zero.
Zero led a rejuvenated maverick army against the remaining stalwarts of humanities defenders. The ensuing war would see whole new levels of brutality and destruction. A reploid could find himself safe one moment, then fighting for his life against someone he had considered a friend the next. Zero had the deadly ability to project the X virus over a distance, he could turn whole platoons against their former comrades, and he found no better pleasure that turning loved ones against each other. This is what he did to X.
Unable to infect X with this new virus, and not powerful enough to defeat him, Zero decided instead to destroy everything X held dear, leaving him alone. In a massive battle around a small human settlement Zero projected the X virus into Alia, a female reploid that had developed a relationship with X. When the virus consumed her, Alia turned on her lover in a blind bloodlust. To protect others and himself, X had been forced to strike down the woman he loved. Zero had hoped that in forcing X to destroy Alia, X would be disabled with grief, and easy to dispatch. The reverse happened. Filled with rage and hatred X swore vengeance against Zero, and promised to find and destroy his former friend-now hated enemy. In attempting to destroy X's will, Zero had instead forged a foe even deadlier than himself. X had become Zero's nemesis.
The war would last another ten years; thousands more would die, until finally, X's forces managed to force Zero and the remaining mavericks to flee into space. Seeing the destruction they had been a part in unleashing, the few reploids that were left on Earth decided to follow Zero, and fight to keep him and his armies away from Earth.
The reploids that left with X eventually found a world to inhabit and replenish their numbers, after populating that world, they colonized another, and another, eventually populating sixteen worlds with reploids that were immune to the X virus. Those worlds formed the Reploid Concordant. The Concordant would continue to fight a war against Zero for hundreds of years, until the war ground to a bloody stalemate. Each side too powerful to be overwhelmed by the other. They maintained a strict order of silence when it came to the humans. Reploids had already almost destroyed the humans once; they did not want to risk that again. The Concordant became humanities silent defenders.
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Whew!
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On to chapter two!