Guardian's arrival.

[fightingfeffers]

Who: Fefnir, Zero, possibly others who stumble across him.
What: Fefnir arrives very suddenly, confused and starting a fight.
Where: Outside
When: February 28
Warnings: Robot fights.

The last thing Fefnir knew, he was in a dank, decrepit laboratory with his allies, standing against a just-defeated, so called God of Destruction. Now? He's in the middle of a grassy field, with large buildings nearby, and a city visible in the distance.

Needless to say, the tall, heavily armored Reploid looks more than a bit confused and wary about the strange surroundings he's found himself in. It might be best to keep your distance from him- especially judging by the tight grip he's got around that gun-like claw looking thing he's holding. He looks like the kind of guy who'd have an itchy trigger finger.
 

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[megabuster]

"Brood." "He... I guess he's never really off duty that I've seen," Rock said. Zero was always on high alert, never quite calm or relaxed.

"I've helped Dr. Light repair plenty of robots in my time," he explained, smiling a bit and putting his tools away. "Before I was upgraded for combat, I was his lab assistant, working on his Robot Masters."

[fightingfeffers]

Fefnir doesn't respond this time- the kid clearly doesn't have any answers. Zero just can't be on duty all the time, right?

He does give a skeptical look down at Rock, though. "Huh... So is this what a combat robot used to look like 300 years ago? Because I kinda figured you'd get upgraded with, you know. Armor, or weapons, or something."

[megabuster]

"Hm?" Rock turned his attention back to Fefnir. "I did. I'm just not wearing it right now."

[fightingfeffers]

"...Why aren't you wearing it, then?" The idea of not being prepared for battle was a concept that had never occurred to Fefnir. A lot of people didn't know he even had the capability to remove his armor. He's not sure he's ever actually taken it off!

[megabuster]

"Well... nobody's threatening the school, are they?" Rock asked. "So why not? Besides, I only fight when I have to..."

[fightingfeffers]

"Tch. That's just being naive! Just because they're not threatening us right now, doesn't mean they won't later." Fefnir crosses his arms, a bit annoyed. Granted, this is a kid and all, but. Still, it just sounds like a dumb question. "Why would you even want to be upgraded for combat if you don't like fighting? I've never known a combat reploid that didn't take some kind of pleasure out of it."

[megabuster]

Rock's expression became sterner at Fefnir's accusation. It's a question he'd wrestled with ever since becoming Mega Man, and thus one he was ready and willing to answer. "I became Mega Man to protect the world, to fight for peace. I don't WANT to fight. I fight because I have to. I fight so that one day I won't have to anymore."

[fightingfeffers]

"Well you better START wanting to fight, then. If you're from my past, I can tell you that day isn't coming for a long, looooong time." Thoughts that he might be polluting the timeline or stomping on Rock's dreams by telling him things don't really occur to Fefnir.

He stands up, making sure that his legs can support his weight- everything seems to be in working order. "If you're going to spend your entire life doing something, you might as well enjoy it, at least. Now, is there anything else for you to work on, or can I go?"

[megabuster]

Rock could feel his fist clenched. He knew Zero's future wasn't great. He'd been able to intuit that much. And Fefnir clearly knew the same. But Rock couldn't give up his dream. He wouldn't give up the dream. "You can go now," he said tersely.

"There's nothing to enjoy about destroying sentient beings, humans or robots. I'm sorry you can't understand that. But one day there is going to be peace, whether it's because of me or someone like me."