Megaman Live

The quiet island off the coast of Antarctica waited for its date with three destined robots. A military base rested beneath rocky outcroppings beneath a dark and ominous sky. It may seem a foreboding spectacle, but this out of the way place was the last friendly installation the three would encounter until the end of the long battle ahead.

Three streaks of light landed just outside, white, copper, and purple, touching down three robots and their mechanics. The task of destroying four super weapons intended to repel an entire alien army, fell in their steely hands.

From the purple capsule stepped Fan Man and Daniel Smith. Dan shivered as Fan Man scolded him.

"Oh quit your bitching. It's not like you suck at ordering robots around."

Dan slowly raised a finger as if to make a point, but was unable to speak through his shivering.

"No, that was NOT a compliment. And why didn't you bring a coat. It's fucking cold here.

Protocol arrived with just himself and no other. He seemed a little more withdrawn from the group, his gaze kept up toward the sky.

A series of disjointed and chilled syllables escaped from Daniel's mouth, that in no way resembled speech. Nevertheless, Fan Man rolled his eyes and muttered 'Oh your God' under his breath.

"Protocol, would you do me a solid and tell dumbass here that we won't be any trouble for him?" Fan Man asked of Protocol, implying that Dan would be acting as mechanic for Protocol as well.

"We?"

Protocol glanced over to Fanman and Dan. There was no look of emotion on his face as he spoke again.

"Maybe if you stopped insulting him left right and centre, maybe your mechanic will grow a decent set of balls."

The third member Moon joined the party and hovered a short distance behind them, following quietly along. "Antagonism between team members will not be advantageous once combat operations commence." Moon added.

"Good call, small-fry," Fan Man shouted over his shoulder as they continued. "That's why I'm trying to nip this one in the bud here. There'll be plenty of time for us to kick each other's asses once we've destroyed billions of Zenny in government property, alright?"

Fan Man sidestepped over to Protocol, and put his arm around him.

"Listen, I know you don't like me, or...well, anyone really. That's too bad, but no matter how you look at it, you, and me, and Moon are going to be relying on blondie over there for support and repairs. So just play nice for now, give him your PET, and trust that he can do it. It'll mean a lot more coming from you than anyone else."

Removing his arm, Fan Man gave one final word, "Seriously, I'd appreciate it." He then retreated to pull Dan up out from the snow where he had fallen.

Ahead the party saw their destination. Sand gave way to rock and rock to concrete. A tower of steel lay ahead and a small military escort was waiting to welcome them. Someone from the group waved to them in the distance.

"Let's go."

Wanting to save power, Protocol began to walk over. Unless it was sunny out, then he'd fly.