#jetblaque

Within the Repliforce's newly appointed headquarters, a lone, unarmored Jet stood in front of a punching back. She was wearing a black tank top, fingerless gloves, and black baggy pants. Small beads of perspiration, composed entirely of water however, coated her skin as she sent a fierce punch to the bag, a hard smack echoing across the gym.

True, Reploids could be programmed to be efficient at fighting, but training and practice were always required to improve, even for Reploids. She yelled once more as she jumped into the air, sending a spinning roundhouse to the bag, sending it hurling in one direction, before she landed and sent another round house with her free leg.

Normally, she would use her blades in combat, but many of her punching motions emulated her blade strikes. It was training, and good training.

She continued at this, but slowed down a bit, punching lighter as she heard someone enter the room, her eyes gazing slowly to see who it was.

It wasn't often that the prototype made it's way through the world.

Jet, while respecting his feats, could never understand the happy go lucky attitude. Sure, they never met, but Jet was well aware of who Axl was. The Maverick Hunters were famous, they saved the world, it was common knowledge.

Jet felt the presence emanating from the Hunter behind her. She looked back slowly, and her eyes shook as she realized just who it was. It was X... but it wasn't. At least not the X from her world. However, the aura, the atmosphere... something felt odd about it.

The Colonel, was someone whom that Jet had respected, but at the moment, had not been in the best situation, at least with Repliforce. With his revival, things seemed like the would pick up again, but they didn't. Now, Repliforce wasn't even run by Colonel, or General. It was a boy, a human.

Jet turned around calmly as she noticed the young Weller. She took the boy in, analyzing his features, calculating the best that she could just from her initial impression. He was a Reploid... or close to it. That much was true. He looked... familiar.