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The Coffee Prince Pt. 3

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2*

Word Count: 4.8k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

Hi, I hope this is the right number. (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend. I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time. We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds. Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place. (laughs then clears his throat) Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message. This is T’Challa by the way. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times. Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again. You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people. No one has claimed nobody yet. But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

You had today on your mind every minute up until now. When you woke up for work, you felt fully rested and eager to get through the day. Not even the worst attitudes from customers could dampen your high from getting that call from T’Challa. What a name, a melody of possibility in your head whenever you thought about him. You purposely avoided the coffee shop just to make sure to keep anticipation at its peak. You felt so silly thinking about it. Tavia told you not to get too excited because it could still not count as a date yet. The music festival was a 3 day bender, with hundreds of people attending. She thought something so large and public wasn’t something a dude would choose if he is trying to choose you, in her nicest opinion. You took her advice with a grain of salt, but one thing that couldn’t be denied is that he wanted to spend some time with you and that’s that on that!

The day of your date, you put yourself through nothing but self-love and self-care to get yourself in the right mindset. Your playlist of bops hype up your spirit as your Aztec healing clay mask dry whilst you diy’d a mani-pedi for yourself. Rinsing your face of the dried clay, you feel reborn, giving yourself kissy faces and posing to the beat of your jams. For your hair, you had to go back and forth with yourself on what to do. Your hair was currently in two-strand twists, so should you let them down, showing off all you defined curl beauty? But it’s hot, so maybe a top bun or a faux hawk type of style could fit the festival vibe. Or maybe save some time and step up the glam with one of your colorful headwraps. Would he be offended, like you’re trying to be too into his culture or…

You decide to go for a half up, half down do. Taking down your twists you pony your hair right on top of your head, spreading your curls out, leaving the other half to flow freely down the nape of your neck. You put in some hoops, and some shorts to show off your most prized possessions. You thank God and your mother for your gams. A cool patterned tank and your gold gladiator sandals, you feel about ready, taking a glance in the mirror. Your curves looked more ready than you felt as you checked the denim hugging your hips, the glint of your epidermis taking up all the attention. You were a little self-conscious about having your thighs rubbing together or the shorts riding up, but those thighs were getting some attention today, so to hell with that! Your tank was loose with large holes for the arms so your bra showed in places, which you loved cuz it was a cute one and them titties were sitting proper. Your phone notifies you of your Lyft outside. You get your crossbody bag and head out.

Closing your bedroom door Tavia sitting in the living room in a big old t-shirt and bonnet, eating some hot chips, watching the TV.

“Hey girl. You look dope, wow.” Tavia said deadpan, without even looking your way.

You click your tongue, “Why you playin? You didn't even check me out. How I look?” you say with a twirl.

Tavia looks back at you. “Mhm, definitely catching somethin. You shave?”

“Yeah, moisturized, the works.” You say looking your legs over.

Tavia waves her chip at you, “Nah, nah. Did you SHAVE though?” She asks, wide eyed, sucking the hot red dust off of it comically.

“Girl! Ain’t nobody tryna smash tonight! What’re you taking me as?”

“Well damn, why not? Listen, you walk through here with some carnival game prize bigger than the door, imma assume he got some head.” Tavia says.

“Shut your ass up! I’m gone. I’ll text you the danger phrase if this goes awry.”

“That’s mama’s baby! Good Night!” Tavia says throwing up the peace sign as you walk out.

The ride to the festival felt like a cross country journey. You took the time to recheck your make-up, fan yourself from sweating since the driver seemed to not believe in A/C. You went through different scenarios of greetings. Hey! Wassup? Hi, how are you doing? Funny seeing you here! You fan yourself again trying to calm down, feeling idiotic with every minute. Maybe it wasn’t the lack of air that was the issue.

Your phone beeps, probably Tavia hyping you or humbling you one last time.

I’m here, outside the entrance when you get here :9

The symbol at the end of the text message was not something you were familiar with, so hopefully it's not a blatant sign for something. But you hopped in your seat a little. ecstatic at the message. T’Challa was early, AKA on time and waiting for you! God, what better way to have a man: ready and waiting. And the only acceptable occasion for them to come early.

The car pulls up in the parking lot a few yards from the hoopla and you thank them as you get out. Rows of cars lined the lot and the makeshift grass-converted parking area. The cacophony of noise you here from the distance welcomed you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the welcoming banner until you saw him. T’Challa paced slowly to and fro, looking up towards the sky, hands behind his back. He dressed very comfortably, in a dark green buttoned down short sleeve shirt with some embroidery design on the front, accentuating his ample shoulder span. T’Challa’s forearms were reporting for that duty, with biceps on deck. Your pace feels slows as your feet become weights pounding the pavement. Your nerves get to you as your mouth dries out. Mixed with the summer heat, and you were officially the epitome of thirsty. You try to have a proper strut down before he notices you: confident, bouncy, baddie.

T’Challa glances and finally sees you and a smile appears instantaneously on his face as he freezes in place to observe you coming up. You try to hold your smile down as much as possible. You don’t want to give him the upperhand of seeming too eager but damn, he looked fresh. Within talking distance, you exchange greetings.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” T’Challa asks pleasantly.

You nod humbly, “I am great, thanks. How about you?”

“Much better now. You look amazing this evening.” T’Challa says with a quick glance over you. Not even in a sleazy way, just like he truly appreciated your style, the apples of his cheeks practically popping off his face.

You start fanning yourself, giggling almost uncontrollably. “Aww, I know I look a lot different outside my work clothes. I can’t compare to these arms you decided to let out the house today. Where you been hiding them?” You say, turning up the flirt a little so he knows it's real.

T’Challa chuckles at you boldess, “Ahh, stop it. My sister suggested this shirt. I wondered if she was setting me up for something.”

“Mhm, for a thirst trap definitely. But it’s great.” You’re so starstruck. “Uh, your text had an odd symbol at the end of it. What does it mean?” You pull out your phone and show it.

“Ahh, I meant a smiley face. I;m not the best texter unfortunately, so typos will happen.” He puts his hands in his pockets anxiously. “Are you ready to go in?”

“Yup! Let’s hit it!” You say excitedly. T’Challa gives the ‘after you’ motion with a wave of his hand. Once y’all make it inside, you feel overwhelmed with the crowds of people walking through, dancing, talking. You get caught up in the scene, your mind fades out not sure what to tackle next.

“Do you want to walk around?” He asks over you.

You turn to see him waiting on your answer. Your introversion was coming back strong.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, let’s walk.”

Walking down the way you pass through see a couple acts performing. Nothing really bumping in the section you guys are at. You check T’Challa in your peripheral and he is just looking around, not saying anything. There is so much you could say but you don’t know the precedence to say it in. The worst thing about dating for you was the talking and getting to know each other.

“Do you know any of the acts that were performing today?” T’Challa asks you.

Shit, you thought. You didn’t even research anything about this festival. That would’ve been a great ice breaker.

“Uh...no. I didn’t. This could’ve been a country music hoedown and I’d be none the wiser.” you say pitifully.

T’Challa nods, “So, not a fan of the twang vocals of cowboys and saloon girls? What music do you listen to?”

You shake your head smiling, “Not ‘cowboys and saloon girls’ though! But those kinds of questions are too hard to ask! I listen to so many kinds, I can't devote myself to a genre. Even country sometimes, even though I lowkey trashed it just now. It has to be done right, white people always take it and bastardize it.”

“Blues, jazz, rock n roll…” T’Challa lists.

You say with a clap, “Exactly! We get stuck with the short end of the stick, erased from history.”

“I feel similarly. I am spoiled by my country’s sound. I have other artists that I enjoy but I stick to a certain group of them.”

“Any that I heard of?” you ask.

He thinks a moment. “That's the thing too, I'm not good with names! I enjoy the art and almost entirely ignore the person creating it.” You look at him incredulously. He puts his hands up in surrender. “It’s bad, I know. But I enjoy a lot of old school acts, R&B, soul. And of course local bands from Wakanda.”

“You will have to let me listen to some of your music then.” You say, suddenly shy again. Did that come off too strong? Too eager, as per usual.

T’Challa makes a subtle grunt noise, stopping next to you, “Oh, so you definitely want to see me after this, eh?” l

You smile as your stomach does NOLA bounce routine. Trying not to answer right away, you fake a thinking pose, “Slip of the tongue, but we will see how the night goes.” you say teasingly.

You guys walk past concessions and T’Challa offers to buy.

“What do you desire?” he asks.

Looking over the menu, you really hadn't worked up an appetite yet but you sure as hell was hot in the unforgiving humidity.

“Just a slushie, please.”

“Good choice. What flavor?”

“Red.”

T’Challa looks back at you confused, “And by chance, what flavor is red?”

You roll your eyes, “Are you pushing your respectability politics off on me? Red is red, I said what I said.”

T’Challa laughs at your antics, placing the order with the cashier. He gets one too, in blue. You both walk down the way, enjoying your treats.

“Mm, this is so good. Thanks for buying.” you say as you eat the sugary ice. The coolness radiates through your body against the evening heat.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re too polite; I’ll have to fine you for your courtesies.”

“Nooo, I’m poor, please!” you look to him with puppy dog eyes for forgiveness

T’Challa sips from his straw as he mulls it over. “I’ll let you off with good behavior, for now.”

“Too kind, my good man.” you say before sticking your red-dyed out at him in jest.

T’Challa laughs at your action, “Your maturity is unmatched.”

A bell dings nearby and a crowd erupts. One of those strong man meters is set up and is obviously a crowd favorite.

“Hey, you think you could do work on that over there?”

T’Challa checks it out shaking his head slightly unsure, “Ahh, I haven’t been to the gym in a while, I don’t know…”

You look over at the worker passing a teddy to the patron, “Well, I want to at least get a consolation prize. I’ll give it a go. Hold this.” You hand your empty cup to T’Challa, strolling over.

“Madam, would you like to take a crack at it?” The candy striped worker said, handing the mallet your way.

“Damn right!” you say confidently.

“You can do it!” you look behind you see T’Challa, beaming, holding up both cups. You square up and take a swing. No bell rung, and it didn’t make it past wimp, but the thrill was nice as you came out of your shell a little more.

“Nice try, young lady, nice try. But no one goes away empty handed. For you!” the candy striped man gives you a mini plushie duck fitting the palm of your hand.

“Thank you! It’s so cute,” You say, walking away smiling at the cute animal in hand.

“Maybe it’d ring if she sat on it.” a nearby voice said.

A white guy red as a beet sneers as you catch his eye, sipping his beer. You feel your good vibes disintegrate as he smiles pridefully at his joke, you. One thing that you haven’t been able to shake yet is how hurtful comments to your face about your weight can be. Remnants from your childhood made for a shaky foundation in your establishment of your worth. You knew these crowds would be an issue eventually.

“You sir, you’d like a shot?” You didn’t even notice until he had the hammer in his hand, but T’Challa was at the game getting ready to swing down. The ball shot up the column, rang the bell like a thunderclap, and knocked the dome clean off of it.

T’Challa looked over to the man in the crowd pointing the hammer his direction, “If you can only find confidence in talking down to others, I would suggest you lay your head right down here next time, so I can drum some sense into your brain, eh?” The white man was wiping his shirt, looking back at T’Challa all shooketh. He must’ve jumped out of his skin when T’Challa brought the hammer down.

The candy striped guy picked up the dome of the bell, “Uh, sir, did you want your prize or…”

T’Challa lays the hammer against the game, “Yes, my good man.”

The worker handed T’Challa a large, plush black cat. T’Challa took it, striding over to you. Your heart swelled with delight as he handed it to you. Not been to the gym in a while, my ass!, you thought. Those arms, back, shoulders, with some thigh assist didn’t lie though. You hugged your prize close.

T’Challa stood in front of you with concern, “Are you ok? I’m sorry if I acted out of turn.”

You looked at him shaking your head, “Don't apologize, or I’ll have to fine you!” you say with a wag of you finger.

“T’Challa smiled with relief, “He had no right to speak to you like that.”

You sigh, “I’ve heard it before, and I’ve heard even worse.” You start to walk on as T’Challa followed. “It was hard for me to fit in growing up at first because of my size, so I was bullied early on. But I started beating people to the punchline and the bullying soon stopped.”

“Do you ever believe the things people say?” T’Challa asked.

“No, not all the time anyway. It’s gotten better since college. I look at a lot of body positive people online and learn some tricks to cope.”

“(Y/N), I won’t tell you how to feel but anyone that talks about you with ill intent is either insane or not completely right up here.” He says pointing to his head.

You gained comfort from the respite T’Challa gave you. “I know, and sometimes it's not even them. I can be my worst critic. But I know not to fall for the smooth talking Negros that like to prey on the vulnerable too.” you say pointedly.

T’Challa looks to you mouth agape, “I don’t consider myself a smooth person, so I won’t take that as a warning to me.”

“Oh please! You waltzing over to threaten the guy in my honor? Smoove. Buying me a water a while back to soothe my scalded tongue? Smoove. The fact that you even got me to talk to you? Smoover than smoove.”

T’Challa laughs, “All right, enough! It’s not on purpose however. Certain traits become exemplified when I’m around certain kinds of people.” He looks at you smiling before looking on. You hug your cat tighter. Which cat you ask? WELL......

T’Challa goes on, “and I'm no stranger to bullying myself.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have a very smart alek, very calculative jester for a little sister who has no end to calling out my uncool ways.”

You laugh, “Little siblings are the worst. I know, cuz I am one, and we have that right!”

“Bast, when will the tyranny end!” T’Challa calls to the skies.

A stage nearby lights up with low glow blues and purples, yellows and greens. The a crowd erupts as the act is about to start up and you hear something familiar.

“Oh my God.” You freeze in your place.

“What is it?” T’Challa asks worrisome.

“Do you know them?? Oh my God!” You say without anything else, running into the crowd as the act steps up to their mics.

T’Challa trails you until you reach a stopping point.

“Oh my God, The Internet! Syd! Oh my GOD!!” You scream waving around your plushie.

Syd tha Kyd steps to the mic, crooning the crowd with her soft falsetto. You sing along right with her, enamored by the surprise. You look to T’Challa in all the excitement and you catch him smirking at you, nodding along to the music. You take his hand and raise it up to sway side to side on the track, the electricity you felt being a mix from your idols and the foine dime to the side of you. You booty bump him playfully to get him loose, he bumps you back. All worries are cast away as the songs envelope you both, each one drawing you nearer to him, hands clenched the entire time.

Their set wasn’t long, but you guys stayed for the entirety of it as the night sky cast over the park, stars decorating the sky. The temperatures became bearable as the sun finally fell. Torches lit the way for you all to see and walk around. Once The Internet finished their set and the crowd dispersed, you and T’Challa start scoping for some grub.

“Do they have any wings around here or cheese fries, or somethin?” you ask out loud.

T’Challa looks over the vendors signs and points, “Ahh, your wish is granted! I’ll go ahead and order.”

“Wait! I can’t eat wings AND cheesy fries, I was just playing!” You weren’t but you wanted to be a lady.

“It’s ok, I’ll get both and we can split. I’ll be back!” Breaking from you, he walks on.

You hold your plushie close to you as you wait. Looking around the park you think this would be a perfect picture moment for the gram. Pulling out your phone you see you have a text from Tavia.

Ummm, what happened to texting me to make sure things were good though, like….

You text her back. I was supposed to let you know if things are BAD. No news is good news right?

Going to the camera, you shoot some scenery shots. Looking over your options, Tavia texts back. Well my bad! Ok, keep doin you boo!

T’Challa comes back with wings in one hand, cheesy fries in the other. God, you didn’t know what looked better: the food or him. And you were hungry regardless.

“I got some waters too.” He said, handing you the fries so he could get the waters from under his arm.

“Ooh, good thinking. Let’s find a spot to sit.” you say as you take down a fry. Walking into the park you find an unoccupied bench and sit. The faded music in the background was very chill, setting the mood. T’Challa takes a wing, eating the meat off. You absentmindedly watch his mouth chew as he ate. The muscles of his jaw masticating, his concentration to get every bit off the bone.

T’Challa wipes his hands and looks to you, “You were amazing back at the stage.”

You snap out of your trance, thinking over what he said, “Listen, I didn't do anything. Syd and them, were going off and they haven’t made a bad track yet. I’m only a fan.”

“It was pretty cool to see you so free spirited. And I heard you a little. You have some singing in your background, eh?”

You make a so-so motion with your hand, “I mean, a little bit. I’ve never done it for an audience but my shower is a long time fan of mine.”

He laughs, “It’s really captivating to watch. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you were here, but the music brought out another side I really enjoyed seeing.”

“Right! I appreciate you noticing that. I wasn't sure either cuz I’m such a homebody and then that guy. I still can’t wrap my head around you standing up for me that way either. I never had that happen for me.”

“Oh, Bast! I haven’t had someone so endearing to do that for. He doesn't know anything about you, otherwise he would’ve dusted the ground for you to walk.”

You laugh with your hands on your hips mockingly, “Well you haven’t even done that!”

“I can't defend the Queen and clean the quarters!”

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “By the way, I heard you say that before. What is ‘Bast’?”

“Where I'm from that is a religious figure that some follow. A panther God.”

You cock your head to the side in curiosity, “Ohh do you have rituals, symbolism, and things around it?”

“Of course! Chants, dances, the works. Every religion just about does. Do you follow a Christian God?”

You nod. “Mhm, Team Jesus right here.”

T’Challa smiles, “Well, we have similar teaching just the practices stray off.”

“I always wondered about what religion I would have, had it not been for, you know.”

“Luckily my family does not know of that life, but I understand. God is all around us, comes in many forms in my opinion. I try to give honor wherever I am that things still grow, the earth still spins, things like that.”

You look up at the sky overwhelmed with the sensations of a successful evening, “God, it’s so beautiful out.”

He looks up. “The city sky does not compare to a Wakandan one, for sure.”

You look at him, his neck stretched back wanting to touch it, “Tell me about it. Your home.”

He leans back, resting his arm across the back of the bench. “Words couldn't do it justice. But just think about the most beautiful scenery you can imagine from nature shows, or pictures in a magazine. Then amplify it by one hundred.”

“You still have family there?”

T’Challa smiles to himself, “Yes. Mother, sister, and a bunch of people I consider family. It’s a close knit community”

“Wow. Do you miss it?” you ask.

“I do, all the time. But I haven’t thought about it once tonight.” Looking up to you, his eyes trained on your face. He says tossing a wing to the side, looking away in the distance again; clenching his jaws, resting his hands on his thighs. He looks nervous.

While studying his face you notice a unique detail to his hairline. “You have the most adorable widow’s peak. Just look at that.” You reach over, stopping midway as he looks at you expectantly, “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head. You lightly feel the curls that bunch to form this hereditary marvel.

“I wish I had one. It adds so much character to one's appearance. Like you need any but it’s like a little treasure.” you say smirking as his curls tickled your fingertips.

While touching it, you look at T’Challa who is focused on you, not saying a word. Mouth slightly agape, his eyes look to your mouth then back at your eyes. If there was ever a chance to kiss him, this was probably it.

“Uhh, did you hear me, or…” you say trailing off and chickening out, moving away a little to ease the building arousal between you.

“I want to compliment you now.” He says reaching for your hand, holding it. “Your eyes have an innocence that makes me feel unworthy to hold your glance. But I can’t help but to not look at you. You remind me of every beautiful trademark that makes a woman special. I could go on, but I don’t want to offend you. But I hope I can get to know more of you, so I can verbalize it properly.”

You look down at his long, knuckley hand holding yours. “T’Challa I don’t want you to talk about me anymore.”

T’Challa looks concerned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You stomach trembles inside as you try to find the words, “No, I know what you mean. But this is a lot for me to take in. I’ll say it’s been a while since I’ve been paid attention to like this, so it’s kind of overwhelming but…” you move his hand and inch closer. “I’m not a big conversationalist so I just want to...”

Your lips find each other, softly embraced in a kiss made for fairytales. But you felt so much more than what the kiss portrayed: excitement, joy, aroused at the fact that his face meshed with yours so perfect. His hand found the small of your back as your hand caressed his face gently to ensure the reality of it all. Breaking away slowly you both stare into each other, high off on the clouds of infatuation.

“Man, I dig you.” You say trying to break some of the romantic tension.

He smiles, “And I dig you, umhle.”

You smirk, “What that mean?”

“Something you should be very familiar with: ‘beautiful’”

“I could get used to that definitely.” you say, embracing him once more.

As much as you could stay on that bench forever, it was getting late and the mosquitoes were being disrespectful. T’Challa offered to take you home when the time came, but you needed a break or you might invite him up. You car arrives and you hug him goodbye. His hands wound around your back firmly, you securing yourself around his shoulders you take a mental note of his frame, so comfortable and meant for you.

“I had a great time, T’Challa,” you whisper in his ear.

“The pleasure was mine, (Y/N). Let me know when you’ve arrived home safely?”

You nod, giving him a peck on the cheek for good measure. You get in the car and he closes the door behind you, seeing you off. You hug your panther plushie tight to your face as you recap the evening. You were practically buoyant as you rode home, petting your prize tenderly, wishing it was T’Challa in your lap.

Making your way to your apartment, you open the door to see Tavia knocked out on the couch, and even bigger mess of snacks surrounding her and the table as she snores. You slam the door to wake her up.

She startles awake, looking at you squinty, “Well damn, What time is it?”

“Maybe, midnight by now?”

“Mm, decent hour, must not have given up the draws. Well go on and tell me about it” She wipes her eyes, getting a better look at you, noticing your plushie. “Uh-uh! You got a prize!! What did I tell you!”

“Bitch, I didn’t suck his dick. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” you say feigning tiredness.

“How fucking dare you! I aint get no sleep cuz of you, you aint gettin none cuz of me!”

“Girl, you were just knocked out! Go to bed.”

“But-”

Good night Tavia!”

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed. Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe! You send to him. You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable. Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.

Glory to Bast. Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down. Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

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S.IV - Episode 0: A Different World

Written by Metal-Man-X

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-fade in-

Caption: November, 2119. 1 year ago.

Shield Sheldon looks up at Dr. Doppler in fear. He has blood-stained hands.

SHIELD SHELDON: Doctor… It’s not… how it looks.

Just then, MAGMA DRAGOON, TURIAN, TETHLON, BLIZZARD, BLAZE, FRENZY FOXKIT and FREEZE ALOPEX from the 14th Special Investigations Unit teleport in.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (growling) What’s going on here!!?

DR. DOPPLER: MAVERICK!!!!

Dr. Doppler points the blame at Shield Sheldon.

TURIAN: Sheldon, what happened to Dr. Jim?

SHIELD SHELDON: (afraid) I-its… not how it looks…

FREEZE ALOPEX: Mhm… That’s what they all say…

-Flash-

TURIAN: You’re outnumbered, friend. Stand down.

SHIELD SHELDON: I won’t!

GATE: Sheldon, pleeease. You’re making this worse for everyone.

SHIELD SHELDON: My purpose.. was to protect important people like Dr. Jim, no matter what the cost. And I failed him! I failed you!!

DR. DOPPLER: (angry) You KILLED him!

-Flash-

SHIELD SHELDON: (stressed, panicking) N..n-NOOOOO! Its too late!! None of you will believe me!! There is no future for me here… I can’t take this.. This is no way to live! ..n..No way to liiive!

Shield Sheldon duplicates himself in 4 Shield shells that fire powerful cross-shots in an X formation. He then teleports towards the middle, without his shield guards, and allows the shells to fire at him at point blank range.

-Flash-

GATE: Sheldon! Don’t do this!! Let the Maverick Hunters bring you in for questioning!

-Flash-

Shield Sheldon fires rapid fire at himself from his guard shells.

SHIELD SHELDON: GAAAUUgghhh-IIIII don’t deserve to Liiiiiive!!!

His body starts to take corrosive damage as it gives way to a massive explosion at the center of the room.

-White Out-

ALIA: (o.s) Hey!

-cut to-

-------------------------------------------------------- INT. LAYE LABS - Gate’s Office - DAY ---------------------------------------------------------

GATE: Huh?

Gate shakes off his day dream and looks up at his colleague, ALIA from his desk chair.

ALIA: Are you listening to me at all, silly??

His Co-worker and Companion tilts her head as she smiles down at him and hands him a tablet.

Caption: June, 2120. 5 months ago.

GATE: Sorry, I…-

ALIA: Isn’t it great!!!? /The Sky Lagoon has officially launched!!!

Gate does a double take at the article on the tablet. It boasts a large picture of a spectacular Colony in the sky. Suddenly his mind is in a much better place.

GATE: (gasping) That’s fantastic!! And to think…. Our humble little practice helped make that happen.

ALIA: (giddy) Uh huh! Every little contribution helped the Reploid Research Foundation fund this Amazing Project. And now it’s a real thing! OH! Could you imagine ever getting transferred there!!?

GATE: Haha! Now, now. Let’s not get carried away.

ALIA: I know…. But, my goodness. To work and live in a beautiful city like that in the sky? (sigh) A girl can dream…

She takes her tablet back, and playfully bops him on the head with it. Then she walks out of his office.

GATE: Hm.

He finally lets out a short smile as he looks out of his window.

[INSERT TITLE SCREEN]

Megaman X - Season IV.

Episode 0: A Different World

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-Fade in to a peaceful meadow on a sunny day.-

Caption: June 5th, 2120.

Tall trees provide shade around the hills of Pine Meadow Cemetery as a large community of Reploids is gathered around a gravestone.

-Zoom in on the headstone, which reads: -

EDWIN LAURENCE CAIN

Beloved Doctor, Creator and Father of all Reploids

Sept. 22 2047 - June 1 2120

Reploids, Maverick Hunters and Repliforce Soldiers join in a circle around a human pastor who begins his eulogy.

PASTOR: Before we begin, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Reverend Jonathon Crowne, but you can all call me Pastor John.

Some reploids smile at this. Others take in a breath of fresh air. While others remain grim and exasperate with something of a sigh.

PASTOR JOHN: …I have had the pleasure of knowing Edwin through the Church of our Holy Father.

X, the light blue Reploid who felt like a son to Dr. Cain, folds his hands as he looks down at the ground with a solemn face. ZERO, his partner and trusted friend looks down at X with concern. Nearby IRIS and COLONEL of the Repliforce take note of X’s disposition as they listen to the pastor.

PASTOR JOHN: It was there that I discovered this man’s unique faith in the Lord. It was not only his devotion to God, but to all Mankind, which made him stand out in our Community. It is.. unfortunate that he no longer has any living relatives from his Biological Family to join us here, today. However… It is that same fact, that makes your presence here even more special. …He created a new family when he created Reploids like yourselves.

-pan back to the reploids in the crowd-

The 17th Elite Unit lightly smile at the Pastor’s words from behind X while Zero’s Shinobi Unit share their leader’s indifference.

As the Eulogy proceeds, X’s mind begins to wander.

X: (v.o, thinking) Hm…. He created his own family after he met me… I still remember that ride home…

-ripple effect-

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LOCATION E… – Doctor Light’s Mountain Lab - DAY

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Caption: April 16, 2114

X marvels at the sight of a large Nom Corp. aircraft hovering outside and anchoring itself to the mountain with a landing ramp.

X: Whoa! What’s that?

Doctor Cain smiles at his extraordinary discovery. He can’t believe what he’s found and couldn’t wait to see the look on his crew’s faces when they saw X.

DR. CAIN: That’s for us. We’re going home.

X: (quizzical) Home??

At that moment, a Pilot and two of his Crewmen step out onto the landing ramp.

PILOT: Hey there, Dr. Cain. What's the rush? You were only gone for a week.

CREWMAN 1: Yeah, Doc!

CREWMAN 2: Did you find something good?

DR. CAIN: (pleased, excited) Good morning, gentlemen. I would like to introduce you to my new friend, X.

X walks up to the airship; Dr. Cain following closely behind him. He waves to the crew with a smile.

X: (smiling) Hello.

CREWMAN 2: Whooooaaaa, we got a robooooot!

X: (confused) Huh?

Dr. Cain clears his throat loudly, causing the excitement to die down.

DR. CAIN: (ordering) Show some respect! This is more than a mere robot. This is a person!

CREW: Uhhh, okay.

As they enter the ship, the crew all look at Dr. Cain like he's insane. The Co-Pilot lays eyes on X from the inside and reacts accordingly.

CO-PILOT: What the-

DR. CAIN: (Commanding Authority) This is X, and starting today he is going to be a new member of our team!

The Pilot quickly walks by and gets back to his seat as Doctor Cain leads X to a window seat where they can begin to settle in.

PILOT: (wary) Yeah sure… You got it.

DR. CAIN: Now... I promised X a nice view of the sky as we enjoy our flight back home. I expect you'll show him just as much respect as you show me.

The pilot clears his throat and the rest of the crew scatter back to their posts.

PILOT: Uh... of course, sir. Whatever you say.

-fade to-

Moments later they are up in the air. Once the initial excitement of being airborne has faded into normalcy, X’s mind fills with questions once again.

X: Um… Dr. Cain?

DR. CAIN: Yes, X?

X: Where’s ‘home’?

DR. CAIN: What’s that?

X: You mentioned that we were going home. Where is that?

DR. CAIN: Oh. Well… I meant that we are leaving South America and heading to our base in North America.

X: (gradually more confused) Oh… What is a base?

DR. CAIN: A base is.. um… Well, it’s a place of operation. A place for people to work. It is where you and I will work together to help build positive relationships towards humans and robots.

X: Oh okay. That makes sense. So… is that my purpose in life?

Dr. Cain is surprised at X’s completely open question.

DR. CAIN: (answering carefully) Well… I think you were created… to make that decision for yourself. However, at Nom Corp. I feel like you and I could begin to-

X: (interrupting) What’s Nom Corp.?

DR. CAIN: (explaining) Oh… That’s where you and I are going. That’s where I work.

X: (curious) Why?

DR. CAIN: (muttering) This is going to be a long ride…

-ripple effect-

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EXT. PINE MEADOW CEMETARY – DAY

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X lightly chuckles to himself as the pastor proceeds with the eulogy. Then his smile quickly fades into numbness once again.

PASTOR JOHN: At this time I would like to share a poem by American Poet, Bessie A Stanley, called “He has achieved success”:

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much:

-Pan to the Reploids from the 15th Research Department who had worked the closest with Doctor Cain.-

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has enjoyed the trust of pure women,

-Pan to Iris and Colonel who stand alongside the Repliforce GENERAL.-

PASTOR: (continuing) …the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;

-ICE WOLFE, WHITE WOLF and NIGHT WOLF of the 13th Unit Wolfpack nuzzle their sad young pups. The 5th Unit Police Squadron stand by them with folded arms.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has filled the niche and accomplished his task;

The 11th Unit Medics and 12th Unit Miners nod.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has left the world better than he found it;

X looks up to the sky while Zero looks away.

PASTOR: (continuing) …whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;

ZARRICK, an ex-Maverick Hunter smiles from the back along with his friends GEAR-RIG and SKID. Despite leaving the group, they are still close friends to their former Unit, the 9th Special Ops Battalion, who stand by them.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty or failed to express it;

The 16th Environmental Unit perk up and smile at the thought.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had.

Pan over to CAPTAIN, the Commander of the Maverick Hunters who frowns. The 7th & 8th Armored Air Cavalry stand with the 6th Maritime Unit as they comfort one another.

PASTOR: Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction.

With folded arms, Magma Dragoon shares a stern nod with his grim, 14th Unit.

The Pastor looks at them after finishing his reading. Then he takes a deep breath.

PASTOR: To say that Doctor Cain was a good man is an understatement. He was a diligent scientist, a dignified scholar and a gentleman. He put his heart and soul into all of his work, and gave it to you; his children. He was the type of person who would stop everything, no matter how important, just to make sure you were having a good day.

X sniffles at the reminder.

PASTOR: These are the qualities that bring us to God. They allow us to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and grant us a life Eternal peace and happiness.

X nods as he lets out a breath of relief, while Zero sighs with rolled eyes.

ZERO: (v.o, thinking) What a crock...

PASTOR: On Earth, his legacy will continue to thrive now and forever through you; his Reploids. But I'd like to think that somewhere up in the sky… right now Doctor Cain is already working on his next exciting project.

He offers a warm smile and allows time for a brief pause.

PASTOR: Thank you for joining me this afternoon. This concludes our service for today.

-pan up to the sky above-

NARRATOR: (v.o) Personal Log: File - 00

Today was the passing of my creator. And to be honest, it was quite numbing to my sensory receptors, for I had never even met him. However, his Eulogy was so moving. So touching to the DNA Soul… that it feels as if I’d known him throughout the entirety of my short life.

Which is impossible, considering that my Pod would never activate had the circumstances…. Well anyway…

Dr. Cain's notes must live on through me now... But who am I?? For now, just consider me an observer. In time, I think the entire Reploid Community will come to know me very well.

-pan down to the ground -

With Doctor Cain's coffin freshly buried in place, there is no need for the Reploids to congregate at Pine Meadow Cemetery any longer. The Maverick Hunters and Repliforce begin to bid each other farewell.

NARRATOR: (v.o) He was clearly loved by his peers, the Maverick Hunters.

We see members of the 5th - 9th Unit slowly leave the area as they console one another.

- Pan to SLASH BEAST, JET STINGRAY and STORM OWL of The Repliforce, who slowly take their leave. –

NARRATOR: (v.o) The Repliforce seemed a bit more distant, but their mere presence was honorable. Dr. Cain was clearly a highly respected member of their Community. I can only hope that I would receive such high regard in the future, given the chance. In the meantime though, I shall follow through with his Initial Plans. I will monitor the progress of The Maverick Hunters and The Repliforce carefully. He trusts that my A.I Processor will allow me to decide which faction to join when the time comes.

The 11th - 14th Unit slowly file out of the cemetery towards their Squadron Carriers.

NARRATOR: (v.o) My only question is…. if both organizations are cooperatively working in tandem towards the same goal…. How will I know the difference…? I trust that this will be answered in time. Or perhaps that is just another mystery to life, that I’ve yet to discover…

As most of the Reploids in attendance clear the area, Captain shakes General’s large hand with two of his own. Their Silver and Gold bodies shine against the sun as the whiskers on their faces bear an uncanny resemblance. Although General is approximately 3 feet taller than him, Captain cannot help but smile at his Repliforce counterpart and like him more, simply out of vanity.

CAPTAIN: Thank you for coming.

GENERAL: Of course. I wish I could stay and join you for the reception, but I must return to Headquarters.

CAPTAIN: No worries, General. We shall meet for lunch another time.. I must be on my way as well.

-pan over a short distance from the two-

Colonel, the General’s second in command, and his sister Iris stay behind to make sure X and Zero are okay.

IRIS: This is so sad!! How are we going to live without him now!!? Everything’s going to be so different!

X sniffles at her raw display of emotion.

She buries her head into Zero’s chest, who comforts her with a light rub on the back.

ZERO: I know, I know…. But its gonna be alright. All we have is each other now…

Colonel gives Zero a crooked look out of his periphery. Innocent as it may be, the sight of Zero's hand running through her long hair while rubbing her back bothers him.

X’s tears stream down his cheeks very slowly as he lets them go. He needs them for release at this point. Otherwise he felt like he would internally combust.

COLONEL: Are you okay, X?

X: (shaken) I… I will be.

Colonel marvels at the state of X. No other reploid has ever been designed to emote at such a capacity. So what made him so special?

X: (crying, upset) It’s just… He was.. like a. ff..ahAhather to me.. And now he’s gone!!!!

X could not contain his sadness any longer. Embarrassing as his sobbing might be, with each sniffle, a brief wave of relief would pass over him, before the weight of his loss came down once again.

Colonel places a firm hand on X’s shoulder.

COLONEL: Don’t cry, X. There’s nothing more you can do…

IRIS: Don’t say that. He doesn’t need to hear that right now!

ZERO: Its true…

IRIS: Hey!! That’s not nice!

X: Its okay Iris.. I know what they mean.

ZERO: Stay strong brother. We're gonna get through this.

X: I know…

X becomes numb as his drying tears swell his cheeks, just under the eyelids.

COLONEL: Gentlemen, if there’s anything that we can do…. Please let us know. We are here for you.

X nods and lets out a short smile.

X: Thank you, I know…

COLONEL: The Repliforce are your brothers in arms and comrades in life. Do not forget that the good Doctor created Iris and I as well. That means that the link between us can never be severed!

X smiles again and nods feeling better.

ZERO: Thanks Colonel. Its great to know that you have our back when we're down. We're not really used to that.

X: You were.. a great help to us on Laguz Island, last week. Thank you for everything.

ZERO: (smiling) What, this guy!? He didn’t do anything. His troops did all the work!

Zero mocks the Colonel in jest as Iris gasps.

COLONEL: Excuse me?

ZERO: (mocking) All you had to do was sit in your fancy chair next to General, I bet!!

IRIS: (offended, worried) Zero!!

ZERO: Relaax, I’m only kidding. Cernie knows that.

COLONEL: …Who do you think sent Out those troops and directed them you nit-wit!? …and don’t call me that! I already told you. No nicknames in public…

Colonel starts to lighten up and show a bit of good humor as he adjusts his hat with a sheepish grin.

Zero shares a look with the Colonel and they both burst out laughing.

X’s emotions jump from worried to confused. Unsure as to why or how, for some reason Zero was very chummy with the Repliforce Colonel. X believes it might have had something to do with their training sessions this summer.

GENERAL: (calling out) Colonel! …Time to go.

Colonel turns to his superior and offers a respectful salute.

COLONEL: Yes sir.

He turns back around.

COLONEL: Well, I must be going. You take care of yourselves; especially you, X.

He turns around and walks away.

ZERO: Hey Colonel! We still on for sparring on Tuesday?

COLONEL: You know it, bud.

With that, Colonel runs off to the General and teleports away with him.

IRIS: I'd like to stick around for the reception if that’s okay with you…

Zero's eyes brighten up as his smile grows wider.

ZERO: (excited) Yeah! That sounds great.

He looks at Iris and puts his arm around her. Then he starts to lead them to the front gate.

She rests her head on his impressive bust as her cheeks flush into a rosy red complexion.

X follows behind the two with a melancholy face.

X: (v.o, thinking, sighing) Oh Marty… We were never like that, but Damn do I miss you…

-a purple flash blinks on the screen-

An image of BERKANA, a wicked, but beautiful witch, lustfully sitting on top of X's pelvis passes by.

X quickly shakes the image out of his mind.

X: (whispering) God Damn it, Berkana…

- Fade to-

NARRATOR: (v.o) Recently the Maverick Hunters and the Repliforce have endured a hardship at Laguz Island. Berkana, a once respected Scientist, unethically experimented with artificial reploid resurrection. She did so by taking the existing DNA Souls, or 'Erasures', of ordinary reploid citizens and placing them into the bodies of formerly deceased Mavericks. Within minutes, every Maverick the Hunters had ever defeated were alive once again. This became known as “The Erasure Incident”. But they had help in the Repliforce…

-fade to-

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Caption: June 1st, 2120

A large reploid with slicked back blonde hair sits at a table with a stamp, quickly reviewing the paperwork of new Repliforce Recruits. His nametag reads “RED”.

In line, SPIRAL PEGASUS and JET STINGRAY are waiting to be cleared for duty.

After looking everything over carefully, Red firmly stamps both forms, looks up at the two and smiles.

RED: Okay! Jet Stingray and Spiral Pegasus. Welcome to Repliforce. Your Commanding Officers are in the next room.

He shakes their hands and points them to the door, where they meet their Team Leaders TIDAL WHALE and STORM OWL in the next room. Standing by them are team leaders; SLASH BEAST and FROST WALRUS.

-cut to-

A grainy image of a Repliforce air carrier looming over Laguz Island appears. The back hatch is open to reveal the team ready for battle.

At each dash, quick grainy images of the Repliforce attacking Mavericks on Laguz Island pass by.

NARRATOR: (v.o) With the help of /Storm Owl, /Spiral Pegasus, /Slash Beast, /Burn Dino-Rex, /Tidal Whale, /Jet Stingray and an Ex-Maverick Hunter known as /Web Spider, the Repliforce were able to defeat every revived Maverick by nightfall.

/Storm Owl clashes cyclones against tornadoes with Storm Eagle.

/Spiral Pegasus blasts heavy winds at Flame Stag.

/Slash Beast savagely slashes Gravity Beetle to death.

/Burn Dino-Rex roasts Morph Moth.

/Tidal Whale overpowers Wheel Gator.

/Jet Stingray destroys Bubble Crab.

/Web Spider feeds on Armored Armadillo's fried corpse.

NARRATOR: (v.o) Maverick Hunter X and Zero were able to quell the threat of Berkana within 24 hours. But there was another threat too, that came to everyone as a surprise. It was what caused my creator's heart attack. And given his data files… I'm not entirely convinced that he won’t return from the grave once again...

-cut to-

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In a dark, dank Lab room, ISOC, a tall, sinister Reploid Researcher with red eyes and a distinguished white beard works with his new partner.

????: Muahahahaha! At last the time has come!!

The small mushroom-themed reploid rubs his hands in anticipation.

ISOC: Yes, Split Mushroom. It’s time to bring our master to the physical plane.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hehehehe!! I can hardly wait.

On the large display monitor, SIGMA can be seen in his virus grid-like form, with a large purple aura surrounding his large face. Standing next to him is CYBER PEACOCK, who looks pleased. While Sigma failed to destroy the Hunters on the physical plane, he was able to successfully revive him in cyber space.

SIGMA: (filtered) I trust that you have created the form I designed this time?

Isoc and Split Mushroom look at the body behind them lying dormant on a work table. It is draped underneath a thick black cloak.

ISOC: Yes sir. We followed every specification you desired.

SIGMA: Splendid. Then let’s get on with it.

ISOC: Indeed.

He types in commands and points to Split Mushroom who quickly runs to another console and pulls a lever.

A pointed terminal from the ceiling slowly points toward the body as the device warms up with power.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (grinning) Hehehee! Very soon, very soon!

ISOC: Stand by. Priming the converter.

The triangular tip of the ceiling terminal opens up to display a pointed barrel of a laser gun.

ISOC: Get ready for transfer… Applying the DNA Signature...

A mechanical cylinder within the barrel of the terminal glows with purple energy. On the display monitor, Sigma's large head slowly begins to stretch and funnel through a digital terminal.

SIGMA: Whoa whoa whoooaaaa!

ISOC: You’re going to feel a pinch, sir. Be patient. Not much longer now.

SIGMA: Ohhh, God!

His purple energy and grid-like face flatten into a straight line as he is virtually siphoned from the Cyber Network and his DNA Signature is transferred into the Energy Converter behind them.

SIGMA: Aaaaagh!

SPLIT MUSHROOM: He's in!

SIGMA: Note to self. If I EVER die again.. I need to learn how to phase through the Network in my Virus Form.

ISOC: Fire on my Mark.

Isoc rushes over to the body and makes sure that it is lined up in proximity to the Energy Converter. Then he shuffles a safe distance away and looks over to his assistant.

ISOC: Now!!

Split Mushroom fires the device and successfully blasts a ray of Sigma's DNA Signature into his new body.

The dormant body on the table comes to life with a spasm. He jerkily sits up on the table as he slings the cloak around his back and puts his hood on. Turning to his right, Sigma plants his feet on the ground and slowly stands up. With the new cloak, he looks as foreboding as the Grim Reaper himself.

SIGMA: Heheheh. Thank you Gentlemen. That’s much better.

ISOC: It is our pleasure. Now that Berkana is out of the way, what is our new plan?

SIGMA: Hm.. As I stated before… This 'Repliforce' group could play a very strong hand in my favor this time around. If I could just find a way to manipulate them.

ISOC: Ahh. ..But as I have brought up before, I think it would be wiser to add numbers to our operation before we attempt to overthrow any Armies.

SIGMA: Don’t misunderstand me, Isoc. We won’t be overthrowing anyone. For now, we wait and gather information on the Repliforce. There is still much we do not know about them. I also agree that we could do with a little more.. company...

ISOC: Yes. Well, this is Split Mushroom - the Reploid who formerly owned this Laboratory. I rebuilt him as a Maverick to assist us in our efforts.

Split Mushroom looks up at them with an evil grin, eager to help.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Split Mushroom! At your service.

He creates a duplicate of himself and they take a proud bow. Then they dive back into each other as a singular entity once again.

SIGMA: Hmph. I'm sure you could prove as a useful… distraction.

He gestures to the monitor screen, where Cyber Peacock is casually standing by.

SIGMA: You already know Cyber Peacock, I presume. Courtesy of the Late Doctor Doppler. I'm sure he'll prove to be quite an asset to us.

Cyber Peacock unfurls his sharp deadly tail feathers and grins at the screen.

ISOC: Mm, yes indeed.

Sigma walks over to the computer and pulls up a file labeled DN. On screen we are shown the blue print schematics of a bat-themed Reploid.

SIGMA: This is my latest design, Dark Necrobat. We need to build him and finish completion as soon as possible.

ISOC: Ooh, what a remarkable design! Where did this come from?

SIGMA: I worked on it before paying a visit to Laguz Island. If you and the Mushroom build him, I can focus my efforts on manipulating the Repliforce to do our bidding.

Isoc offers a sinister smile.

ISOC: Why stop there? Why not manipulate the Hunters as well to ensure that these two factions will both wipe each other out, completely!?

Sigma's eyes glow as they widen, impressed.

SIGMA: Ooh. I like the way you think. Yes… I think that could do just fine…

He strokes his chin and begins to grow inspired.

- Fade out –

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INT. REPLIFORCE SANCTUARY – Study – NIGHT

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- Fade in –

Caption: September – 2 months ago.

The General sits at a long table in a gigantic luxurious chair reading until he hears a knock on his door.

GENERAL: Hm?

The Colonel walks in, humbly and apologetically.

COLONEL: General, I'd hate to bother you, but I've received some disturbing news.

GENERAL: Hm?

COLONEL: Our intel indicates that Sigma is still alive, sir. And he’s requested an audience with you.

GENERAL: Then I shall meet with him.

COLONEL: But General, are you sure??

GENERAL: I have read his file. I am not intimidated by a Maverick whose true form seems to be that of a parasite.

Colonel's eyes widen.

COLONEL: But sir-

GENERAL: I find it sad, really. Why not sit with him and find out what he wants?

COLONEL: It could be a trap sir. What if he attacks you!?

General simply smiles.

GENERAL: That. Is something I'd like to see.

He cracks his knuckles as his huge hands create an echoing crack at the room. Then he folds them behind his head.

GENERAL: We shall discuss whatever he wants like civilized gentlemen. And if he tries anything, then that will be his last mistake. I assure you.

Colonel looks at his superior with shock and awe.

COLONEL: Sir. For all our sakes, I hope you are right.

GENERAL: Fear not. Let him in. Soon we will all know what this is about.

- Cut to –

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Thunder clashes on this stormy night, just outside of the Repliforce Sanctuary. Inside, the large Golden General sits at a long table in his Study. At the other end of the table is a cloaked figure who bears two eerie red scars across his face as lightning strikes against the window. Sigma was back from the dead, no doubt. But how?

SIGMA: It’s about the Maverick Hunters, General. They are far too eager to please the humans, and continue to hunt down the Reploids. Do you believe they pose a significant threat? GENERAL: …Perhaps… SIGMA: You already know the truth, General. Their sole mission has been to destroy any Reploids who fail to do as the humans order! GENERAL: Hmm… SIGMA: (insistent) It’s in your best interest to stop them now, before they turn on you! You possess enough power to /destroy them! At the dash a heavy bolt of thunder and lightning strikes from nearby, ominously. The General lets the bolt of lightning flash by. He is unfazed by it completely as he seems to stare down his guest. GENERAL: …You are dismissed.

SIGMA: (shocked) What?! GENERAL: I will not betray the humans. Remove yourself from my sight. My business with you has concluded…

SIGMA: (muttering, laughing) Eh, Heh heh heh… very well. But you will change your mind soon, I assure you! /Ha ha ha ha… HA HA HA HAH! At the dash, he gets up from his chair and walks away. A spark emits from Sigma’s staff, resembling that of a very sinister, scythe. It is at that moment, where the General almost feels as if he had been paid a visit from the Grim Reaper himself. Fortunately for him, he knows that logically such a thing could never possibly exist.

Once he is gone, the General slumps in his chair and places his large right hand against his temple. The Colonel knocks on his door and walks back in.

COLONEL: What happened sir?

GENERAL: …He means to start another war with the Maverick Hunters and the Humans. And he dared ask for my help!

COLONEL: What the-? He must be stopped!

GENERAL: No…

COLONEL: Huh?

GENERAL: The Maverick Hunters are our friends, but their battles are their own. We will only engage with Sigma if he personally attacks our Armies.

COLONEL: But sir!! At a time like this, we need to preserve Solidarity.

GENERAL: (shaking head, aggravated) We must remain Neutral.

COLONEL: Its what the Admiral would’ve wanted!!

GENERAL: (piqued) Well I’m not the Admiral!!! All Leadership Programs have been placed in me!! And I determine what’s best for us. Not you. Is that understood?

Colonel stares at his superior and slowly salutes his commanding officer.

COLONEL: My apologies sir. I will leave you to your thoughts.

He abruptly turns around and walks toward the door.

COLONEL: (v.o, thinking) The Maverick Hunters.. X and Zero…! If Sigma comes after you again, I hope you’ll be prepared for him. For I fear that we may not be much help this time around…

-fade out-

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Training Room - DAY

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Caption: November 5th, 2120 - TODAY

X stands in the middle of the Training room and channels all of his power. A white-goldish aura surrounds his body as his normal blue armor is coated in white light by his helmet, chest, arms and legs.

X: Hee-yah!

In a flash of power, X transforms into his Third Armor where he continues to power up.

X: (v.o, thinking) That’s it X. Just keep pushing. Dig deeper into your Potential. (aloud) AaaaAAAHHHH!!!!! HYPER MODE!!

X’s armor coats itself in Gold as his aura is shrouded in a continuously charged state.

X bends his knees and prepares to test his powers once again. Despite this time of Peace, X has learned the hard way that he must continue to train his body in order to maintain his fullest potential.

X: /Yah!!

X dashes around the room across the floor and through the air at all angles as he leaves a trail of golden light behind him.

X: (v.o, thinking) Whatever comes next… I need to be Ready! (aloud) /Hah! /Yah!!

X /punches the air, then turns around with a /kick.

X: (v.o, thinking) Doppler’s Army and his Nightmare Police almost ended us! Then Berkana revived every reploid including an even more-powerful Sigma… Never again. NEVER AGAIN!!

X rages as he air-dashes high in the air, and feels his power heat up through his dash. The reminder of his latest battle with Sigma burns him at his core, and he feels that heat begin to release itself externally.

X: AAAAGH!!!!

X’s Golden Armor fades into a darker shade of bronze and brown at his core, as his outer aura begins to turn purple. He performs a flaming dash that exhausts his entire system and causes his armor to neutralize itself back into his blue form.

X: Whoa!! /Ughgh!

He puts his hands out as his body /slams to the ground.

X: (panting, exhausted) Ah.. hah. I.. can’t… Ugh… I can’t do it yet.

X slowly rises to his feet as he wipes the sweat off of his face.

X: There is definitely a higher plateau to be achieved… I just can’t do it in this armor…

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – NIGHT

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MAGMA DRAGOON: YES! I KNEW IT!! Finally. We’ve got some dirt on the Repliforce!

TURIAN: Hm??

At the 14th Unit Meeting Room, Magma Dragoon and his Unit continue to investigate the Repliforce’s activity at the surmised request of the deceased Dr. Cain. In his final evaluation report, Dr. Cain declared “REPLIFORCE v3 proven ineffective and potentially dangerous,” however the reasoning for this report remained a mystery until now.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Its Burn Dino-Rex! I can’t believe it! I KNEW something was off with him and here it is!!

FRENZY FOXKIT: What are you on about, boss?

TETHLON: What did you find??

MAGMA DRAGOON: He has an Illegal Weapons Warehouse located in Southeastern Kenya and Repliforce doesn’t know anything about it. He’s funding their own crime-prevention! If word of this gets out, their whole organization is finished!!!

FRENZY FOXKIT: Whoooa.

BLIZZARD: Oh my God.

BLAZE: This is huge!!

TURIAN: So what do you want to do??

MAGMA DRAGOON: I’m gonna pay the Maverick a visit myself. Have a little talk with him; Reptile to Reptile.

TURIAN: …You don’t want us to go with you?

MAGMA DRAGOON: No. I can handle this myself.

BLIZZARD: What!? But why??

MAGMA DRAGOON: Maybe we can negotiate and handle this peacefully for once. The rest of the Repliforce are clean as a whistle and they were an immense help to us on Laguz Island.

FREEZE ALOPEX: But he’s a Maverick! What if he fights you??

MAGMA DRAGOON He’s a Fire Element like me. He can’t hurt me….

BLAZE: (insisting) By that logic, I’m a fire too! At least let me go with you.

Magma Dragoon stubbornly shakes his head.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Nope. I just want to talk to him. I’ll make those intentions very clear. Coming as a full group would create a hostile environment. And then you’d all be a liability if he doesn’t cooperate.

TURIAN: Hmph. Well, it looks like you’ve made up your mind then…. Good luck, sir.

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EXT. SOUTH EASTERN KENYA – Illegal Weapons Warehouse – DAY

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Magma Dragoon teleports into the area and averts his eyes from the sun. He walks amidst the patchy dirt looking for Burn Dino-Rex amongst a series of warehouses.

After a moment, he spots Burn Dino-Rex placing a crate of ammunition down in front of a huge stack of crates. Then Burn Dino-Rex closes the gate behind him.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (casual) Hey…

BURN DINO-REX: (surprised) WHAT!?

He immediately turns around and gives Dragoon a look of fear.

Magma Dragoon takes out a badge and holds it in front of him.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (smiling) Maverick Hunter Special Investigations Unit. Got a minute to talk?

BURN DINO-REX: I.. have nothing to say to you!

He immediately guards himself, ready for battle.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Now lets take it easy, friend. Engaging into battle will get us nowhere. We’re both Fires.

BURN DINO-REX: (powering up) Hmmm, I don’t care!!!

He powers up into an aura of flame and dashes after him.

Magma Dragoon sighs and readies himself.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (sighing) So much for that…

He charges into a flame aura of his own and catches his hands, as they begin to pursue each other in a power struggle.

BURN DINO-REX: How did you find me!? No one knows that I’m here!!!

MAGMA DRAGOON: I’m a detective. It’s my job to know things like this.

BURN DINO-REX: You’re going to wish you never found me!

MAGMA DRAGOON: Is that a fact?

Magma Dragoon puts his right foot behind Burn Dino-Rex’s right leg and trips him to the ground, while still holding onto his arms. The abrasive trip turns the move into a tackle as he holds him down on the ground.

BURN DINO-REX: Agh.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Stand down. I just.. want to.. talk!

BURN DINO-REX: Never!

He blasts a heavy wave of fire out of his mouth, which causes Magma Dragoon to lose his grip and cough.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Aghhh. –kuh- -kugh- Come on man!!

Burn Dino-Rex punches him off and gets up.

BURN DINO-REX: Lets go!

MAGMA DRAGOON: (getting up) Ahh. No! You’re a member of the Repliforce who is engaging in Illegal Activities! You have no ground here!

BURN DINO-REX: You just had to stick your nose in my business. Now I have to kill you.

MAGMA DRAGOON: No you don’t. Our factions are allies. If word of this got out, your whole organization would be compromised.

BURN DINO-REX: That’s why I cannot allow you to live.

Magma Dragoon shakes his head.

MAGMA DRAGOON: No man. You don’t get it. You can’t hurt me. And we can’t be seen fighting!

BURN DINO-REX: Hahahaha. You’re scared. I get it..

He pounds a fist into his hand.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Hah. Hardly… I came here to help you out, you moron. I tried to be nice and civil. Maybe cut a deal with you. …But if you’re too dimwitted to see that, then forget it. I’ll just have to beat it out of you to cooperate.

BURN DINO-REX: Hrrraaaaahhhh!

MAGMA DRAGOON: Nyaaaaaahhhhh!!!!

The two flame up and run after each other with burning hands of fire.

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MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – NIGHT

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Turian, Tethlon, Blizz, Blaze, Frenzy Foxkit and Freeze Alopex watch the footage of Magma Dragoon’s failing negotiation with worried faces.

FRENZY FOXKIT: Aw no!!

BLIZZ & BLAZE: Shit.

TURIAN: I knew this was gonna happen!

TETHLON: What now??

FREEZE ALOPEX: Don’t interfere…!

They all turn to her.

14th UNIT: What?

FREEZE ALOPEX: He doesn’t want us there. You heard him. We’d only be a liability.

BLIZZARD: Are you out of your mind?

BLAZE: What the Hell is wrong with you!?

FREEZE ALOPEX: Excuse me?

BLIZZARD: We have other powers than him. Hell, if you and I double-teamed him, maybe we could stop him for good.

FREEZE ALOPEX: And what good would that do, huh? The Repliforce are supposed to be our allies. Doing that would only create problems.

BLIZZARD: Not if they knew all the facts…

TETHLON: (nervous, hopeful) L-Lets not give up hope yet… Dragoon’s doing pretty okay out there. Maybe he can.. calm him down and.. t-talk him out of it.

Just then, the power goes out for a second and comes back on. The Satelitte Feed has cut off and only shows static.

FRENZY FOXKIT: What the-?

BLIZZ & BLAZE: Shiiiit!

TETHLON: The power went out.

TURIAN: Damn it! We’re offline. We won’t be able to track his progress now.

FREEZE ALOPEX: That’s a sign! Let’s just leave it alone. He’s got this and doesn’t want us there. Those were his orders.

BLAZE: …coward.

FREEZE ALOPEX: You know what? I don’t have to take this. Until I hear otherwise from our Leader, I’m outta here. And you should all respect his wishes too.

She opens the door and walks out of the room.

BLAZE: Hah! Look at her go!! …Bitch.

Frenzy Foxkit turns to her, shaken to his core.

FRENZY FOXKIT: Are you KIDDING ME!!? That’s my Sister!! You guys are… Unbelievable!!!

He grips his Spark Whip extra tight and resists the urge to hit her with it. Or to hit something anyway. Instead he just runs out of the room and follows his sister.

TETHLON: Aw jeez… Now look at what you did.

BLAZE: Shut up Tethlon!

TURIAN: ALL OF YOU. BE QUIET!!!

The group looks at him shocked.

TURIAN: I get that tensions are high right now, but I’m very disappointed in you right now.

BLAZE: We need to-

TURIAN: (Authoritative) We will WAIT HERE, until the System Reboots. …Then we’ll decide whether or not we need to intervene.

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EXT. SOUTH EASTERN KENYA – Illgegal Warehouse - DAY

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Magma Dragoon dashes after Burn Dino-Rex and throws flaming fists at him.

MAGMA DRAGOON: /Hrrgh, /grr, /rrr!

Burn Dino-Rex blocks them all as he backs up with a grin on his face. He turns to whip him with his fiery tail, but Magma Dragoon jumps up and flame kicks him hard in the head.

BURN DINO-REX: Kaaaugh.

Burn Dino-Rex gets dizzy and falls to the ground as his head hits a hard rock. The knock to his gears cause Dino-Rex to go into stasis as his eyes become vacant.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Oh shit… He’s out cold. Well good. That means I can finally talk to him when he comes to. Let’s see…

He looks around to see if there is an open warehouse where they can talk. He’s also probably going to need to tie him down or something.

Just then, Sigma teleports in.

SIGMA: My my… Well done Magma Dragoon!

Magma Dragoon turns around and is spooked by the sight of him. He feels like he just spotted a ghost.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (spooked) Haw!!

His eerie red scars glimmer through the black cloak as his blue eyes glow.

SIGMA: Well… I was kind of hoping to do this with Burn Dino-Rex, but this works out much better, I think.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Wha- What the… Who are you?? Are you his weapons contact???

SIGMA: HAHAHAHAH. Don’t be absurd.

Sigma takes out his scythe and stabs Magma Dragoon with it right in the chest.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Gaaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aahh!!!!

Magma Dragoon is shocked at his core as dark purple energy seems to seep into his armor.

SIGMA: You have a lot of darkness in you. I can sense it. You always have..

MAGMA DRAGOON: (confused, hurt) D-..darkness?

He tries to grip the scythe and fight it, but it just shocks his hand. He has no choice but to bear the pain and succumb to the darkness within. He falls to his knees.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Gaaaaah.

SIGMA: Yeees. That’s it. Look further into yourself and think about what it is that you really want.

MAGMA DRAGOON: …to be the strongest.

He grins evilly.

SIGMA: Yes. You want to be the best.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Better than… X.. and Zero!! It should be ME!!!

SIGMA: Yeeess. That’s it. Now you’re beginning to see.

Magma Dragoon looks up and squints his eyes at the cloaked figure. Then he starts to realize who he’s speaking to.

MAGMA DRAGOON: You’re Sigma!

SIGMA: Yes. It is I… Come to reap your soul and show you the way.

Magma Dragoon nods his head in agreement, corrupted.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (dark, epiphany) I DO want to fight them. I want to defeat them. I always wanted to!! Just to wipe that smug look off of their faces.

SIGMA: Hahahaha!! I can give you that chance… I can grant you that power. If you just do one thing for me.

He looks up at his dark master in awe.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Name it.

SIGMA: Take down the Sky Lagoon.

MAGMA DRAGOON: ..The Research Colony? Why??

SIGMA: A grand gesture such as that marks the perfect return of Lord Sigma to his adoring public!!

Magma Dragoon looks up at him in awe.

MAGMA DRAGOON: O..okay. I’ll do it.

SIGMA: Splendid!

He takes his scythe out from his core and allows Magma Dragoon to stand.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (mystified, brainwashed, perplexed) But first… I h-had.. unfinished business here… with /him!

He looks down at Burn Dino-Rex and points at his comatose body once he remembers why he was there.

SIGMA: Yes. Please attend to your business. I’ll see to it that he cooperates with you completely.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Huh?

SIGMA: Not only will you two agree to keep this little operation hush hush, but in turn, he will allow you to join the Repliforce. That way everyone here can reeeeally learn to trust each other!

He puts an unsettlingly soothing hand on Magma Dragoon’s shoulder as he leads him towards Burn Dino-Rex.

Sigma reaps Burn Dino-Rex’s soul with his scythe and injects his own dark influence into his core, just like he did with Magma Dragoon.

SIGMA: There. That should wake him up.

CYBER PEACOCK: (o.s, filtered) Lord Sigma! Come in.

Sigma receives a com-link from his faithful servant, Cyber Peacock.

SIGMA: (whispering) What is it Peacock?

CYBER PEACOCK: (o.s, filtered) I’m holding the signal for as long as you need, but if we want to make this look authentic, you need to leave soon.

SIGMA: Very well. I’ve done what is necessary.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Hm?

Sigma turns to his new pawn and smiles.

SIGMA: It is time for me to take my leave. But when the time is right you shall receive my signal. And then we will all get what we want.

Magma Dragoon offers a crooked smile, as Sigma disappears.

Standing in front of Burn Dino-Rex’s fallen body, he looks down at his fist with a dark grin.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (v.o, thinking) Soon, X and Zero. I will show you how powerful I really am!

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – DAY

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Turian, Tethlon, Blizzard and Blaze gasp as the satellite feed finally links back up to their monitor.

TETHLON: (gasp) Hey it’s back!

TURIAN: Finally… That took longer than usual.

BLIZZARD: Heeey guys look! He did it.

BLAZE: (smiling) Son of a bitch. He pulled it off.

TETHLON: Hahaha, look at him! He’s so smug, I love it.

Turian runs over to the console and com-links into Magma Dragoon.

TURIAN: Sir! You did it!!

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EXT. SOUTH EASTERN KENYA – Illegal Warehouses – DAY

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Magma Dragoon stirs at the sudden sound of his companion’s voice.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Huh!?

TURIAN: (o.s, filtered) We lost the feed there for a second, but it looks like everything turned out all right!

MAGMA DRAGOON: (dark) Heheh. HAHAHAH!!! Yeees, it did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I still need to talk to this worthless piece of garbage.

TETHLON: (o.s, filtered, stoked) Hahaha, ohhh man! He is fired Up!!

Magma Dragoon smiles at this.

MAGMA DRAGOON: I’ll be home soon guys. Closing Communication now.

He walks over to Burn Dino-Rex and grabs him by the collar of his armor.

-Freeze Frame. Grainy Effect-

NARRATOR: (v.o) Unknown to the Maverick Hunters, Magma Dragoon has been possessed by Sigma! Unknown to the Repliforce, Burn Dino-Rex has been illegally storing and selling weapons to crime organizations all around the World. What this Secret Partnership between Sigma, Dragoon and Dino-Rex may result in, I do not know. But it doesn’t bode well for our future. That is for sure.

#MMX Fanfics #Season IV #Ep. 0 #A Different World #Gate Flashback #Shield Sheldon's death #Doctor Cain #Repliforce #Reaper Sigma #Magma Dragoon vs. Burn Dino-Rex

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