Some things are worth fighting for. The people we care about, the friends we have, our ideals. Far too many for some people to keep track all at one time. Some things are not worth raising arms, such as power, and we still do so anyway. Why do we believe power is everything? Why do we have to be stronger than anyone else? Why, out of all things that are worth fighting for, do we choose such a menial and insignificant path to destruction, torment and inevitable demise? And yet still, we fight. Why is this one thing so desired? No one can truly know. War, death, destruction, sorrow and tears... it flows like a river of blood through the hallowed halls of history and it is the water we bathe ourselves in. Then there are those who fight, not for power. Not for ideals. Glory and honor is the least of their intentions. They fight merely to fight, to have purpose... most frightening are they who fight only to exist.
The year is 3000, and the devastated husk of the once magnificent city of Neo Arcadia was a frightening sight. Just a mere couple of months earlier, it was a grand metropolis, the capital city of the world at whole, enjoying peace and prosperity. There was not a police officer on the street or a soldier on the base, since neither had been needed for over a century. Machines known as Mavericks did the hard labor and the humans reaped the rewards. Reploids, the ever vigilant supervisors of these machines knew every plan and function, and could more than handle a rogue 'rick, as it was commonly referred to by the humans. But there was one thing they didn't plan on. A supposedly non-consequencial and presumably harmless Virus set off at exactly 0000hours on the mark, New Years day, at least, everyone thought it was nothing at the time.
A little upload into the net and the fall of man arised. The program, called the Wiley Virus did as it was meant to. It reset the programming in the Mavericks around the world... Including it's robotic Prime Directive - do not harm humans. The Mavericks went berserk and destroyed all that was in their path. Now, a new order existed. Mavericks instilled martial law, and anyone who did not subjugate were destroyed. This is the world we live in. This is all that's left. This is the world we fight to save, We're the Rogues, and it's time we took the fight back to them.
