Edit 27/08/05: Still don't know what to do with the wings... or the coloring. Zero's armor is very cold, with lots of blues and blacks and grays, and then this one red splash on his chest. It's sorta conflicting with the MMZ style, which uses warm colors. Even his hair is cold... I re-read the description the author sent me and went, "Wait, silver? Not blonde?! That's so EXE."
So I just added warmer colors to the background! Tada! :3

...Nevermind that the whole thing is actually set within the MMX frame and Zero's supposed to be cold, 'cause it's ice-based armor.

Done for Shooting Stars and Reploid Arms [link]
Fun read. Granted, it's rough around the edges and her writing is sometimes unclear, but it's got good momentum, and she's getting a little too good at these end-of-the-chapter cliffhangers... In other words, she keeps you coming back for more. And c'mon, a Stargate-Megaman crossover? How often does that happen?

...Plus, something about Zero being described as a fanged, black-winged vampire perks my interest.


Fic clip:

"Er...Z? Little help here?"

Zero snickered slightly at the scene before him. There was currently a multicolored mummy standing in the middle of the room, wrapped, instead of in bandages, in several different types of wire and string. A pair of wire cutters was located not more than an inch away from the mummy’s tangled feet. Even the bare, exposed toes had somehow managed to become wrapped in string.

Leaning back against the door frame of what was supposed to be his private on-base quarters, Zero forced his voice to sound almost board and lazy, even though he wanted to laugh out-loud. "King Tut called. He wants his spring wrappings back."

"Ha-ha, Zero," Axl's voice echoed from the general direction in which the boy's head was located. It was hard to tell, seeing as only one emerald green eye was showing from under the large plume of wire.

"Zero, just get him out of there. You're both late enough as it is."

"Yeah, so there," Axl somehow managed to stuck his tongue out at Zero from between the red and green wires. Zero shook his head slightly, one hand resting on his forehead so as to attempt to hide his snicker.

"You are most certainly an idiot."

Fifteen minutes and three head bangs later, the two were literally racing to make their deadline at the locker rooms.