By Avi,
Hardman, Cyros, Shadowstrike, Starnik, Darksage
Scenario C
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Participants:
Drastic Measures (RPD)
Wily's Warriors (W)
Location: Hong Kong
Max. Cossack Scrap Value: 4,473
SA Infantry: 1,109
RPD Units: 697
Wily Bots: 923
Skull Fortress, the home of Doctor Wily’s forces, was hectic
as usual. Robot Masters and other assorted robots prowled the hallways,
either performing duties around the premises or preparing for another
mission somewhere else in the world. Six of them, members of Wily’s
Warriors, were on their way to their briefing for their next assignment.
“You guys think Starnik is going to be okay?” The voice
belonged to Darksage, aka Crashman. “I haven’t seen
him much during our practice sessions.”
Shadowstrike, the alias of the group’s Airman, gave of a
shrug. “Who knows? At least he isn’t being a whiney
emo anymore.” An angry cough by Cyros, the resident Flashman
caught the larger robot’s attention. “What’s
with you?”
“You could show a little more compassion, you know. Ben was
our teammate too.”
An uneasy silence overcame the group as they recalled what occurred
merely days before. As hard as it seemed, there was no denying
it: Ben, their Heatman, was gone.
“...forget I said anything.” Figuring that was as close
to an apology as any, the Warriors continued marching down the
hallway. “Say, where is Starnik anyway?”
“I caught him before when he was exiting his room. He went
on ahead to get the last of his repairs before the mission started.” Unconsciously,
Flash rubbed his metallic buster arm, which was only recently repaired
after he burnt out his primary weapons system.
Up ahead, the largest member of their little group, Woodman, halted
as he spotted a figured approaching. “Hey look, it’s
Bass.”
The aforementioned android looked up upon hearing his name and
scowled. “Out of my, losers.” He shoved Metalman aside
violently and made his way past the Warriors.
“Ouch!” Rubbing the back of his helmet, Metal asked, “What’s
his problem?”
“I guess he didn’t get any assignments this time,” Woodman
suggested. Chuckling, he looked down at the retreating robot. “Sucks
to be him.”
“We better get moving, guys,” pleaded Flashman. “Lest
we deal with another of the Doc’s yelling sprees.”
In silenced they all agreed and finished their trip down the hallway.
The double doors leading to the main lab were already wide open,
through which the group traveled. Woodman felt the doorframe push
back the tip of his “leafy mullet”; a cosmetic side
effect to his recent upgrade, courtesy of the Doc. Not surprisingly,
the very same person was already waiting for them, an amused look
on his face.
“Ah, you’ve made it just in time. Quickman’s
repairs have just been completed.”
Wily motioned toward a nearby work table, where Quickman looked
up and gave a small smile to his teammates. It wasn’t as
full as it had been in the past, though, but the Warriors didn’t
pay much attention to it. “Now where the hell is that blasted
copy of his?”
“‘Copy?’” Crash questioned. “You
mean Mr. Whiz?”
On cue, the reversed colored Quickman dashed into the lab and skidded
right next to his creator. Giving off a smart salute, he shouted, “Mr.
Whiz, reporting for duty, oh great and powerful Wily!”
Airman raised a proverbial eyebrow at the newcomer. “What
the hell is he doing here?” Wily glared at the walking fan
and proceeded to pace around the room.
“It is simple, my Warriors. Mr. Whiz has been preparing to
go onto the front lines for quite some time. Which is why I am
sending him with you on your next mission to serve as a scout for
the troops, while the rest of you help take care of our competition
in the area.”
“Not to state the obvious, but when has clone-boy here down
anything productive?” quipped Airman, pointing a thumb at
Mr. Whiz.
Whiz suck his face right into Airman’s. “For your information,
I’ve been doing valuable work for the Doc for a long time!
More important than the things you people have done in the past
few months!”
Airman looked quite amused. “Are you sure dressing up as
a 50’s pin up girl qualifies as important?” Whiz looked
quite shocked and embarrassed after that; the laughter from the
other Warriors made clear of that.
“Enough of this nonsense!” shouted Wily. “There
are more important to deal with right now!” Wily walked over
to his control console and activated the world map. Dots of various
colors marked the locations of the three main forces involved in
the war; the RPD, the Scissor Army and of course Wily’s troops.
A special marker was hovering right over the city of Hong Kong,
which was currently a mix of both tan and blue. Apparently, it
was currently a hotspot for the other two factions.
“Even as we speak, the RPD and the Scissor Army are fighting
for control of Hong Kong. It’s a losing battle for the RPD,
however. Their numbers have grown low and it’s only a matter
of time before the Scissor Army makes their final push. Then Hong
Kong will be theirs.”
“Something doesn’t seem right here,” asked Flashman. “I
know that Hong Kong is an important economic power, but I doubt
the Scissor Army would need one with their resources.”
“Right you are, Flashman.” Typing in a few commands,
a closer satellite image of the port was displayed. “While
the SA would have no use for the economic power their, I, on the
other hand, do. And it just so happens I have a good sized force
ready to depart for the city.”
Quickman stepped up with his arms crossed and stared at the doctor. “So
you want us to lead the assault and take over, huh? Seems easy
enough.”
“Not as much as you’d think.” The Warriors and
Whiz were confused at Wily’s words, so he continued. “While
my satellite images are hazy at best, I have found evidence of
something... unusual.”
Quite thus far, Bubbleman took the opportunity to ask, “What
do you mean by that?”
Wily highlighted a few fuzzy squares on the satellite image. “I
am uncertain at this point, these structures seem to be camps of
some sort.”
“Barracks?”
“Nein,” answered Wily. “They are too open. The
Scissor Army must be holding something else there. Make sure you
find out what once you arrive. I despise being left in the dark
about such matters.”
The Warriors mumbled in agreement to their orders. Hesitantly,
Flashman asked one final question. “Do you know anything
about who’s in charge of both forces over there?”
Wily scowled and shook his head. “None at all. I only have
estimate troop numbers. We have the advantage number wise, but
that’s barring any interference from any commanding forces.”
“Gee Wily,” quipped Quickman, “It sounds like
you’re worry about us. I’m touched.”
“Bah! I just don’t want to waste time piecing you all
back together if you botch up the operation!” Turning to
Mr. Whiz, he said, “And another thing, keep Metalman out
of trouble! He may have gotten lucky last mission, but I’m
not taking any chances! Make sure he doesn’t screw things
up!”
Metalman blinked before yelling, “Hey! I don’t screw
things up! ...much.”
“That’s debatable,” Airman said, laughing. Getting
a wave off from Quickman, the leader of the group made his way
toward the teleporter bay so that they could depart for their mission.
As they made their way out of the lab, Flashman paused and shuddered.
Crashman took notice and asked, “Uh, you okay Cyros?”
“Yeah...” Cyros glanced around, as if someone was watching
him. “But I can’t help but feel something bad is about
to happen.”
--------------------
Morning.
The Scissor Army had a presence here. It had been here since the
first strike of the War. Hong Kong had become a bloody battleground,
marred and stained by the craters of artillery fire and the shattered
remnants of this once lively city. The city's defenders had been
killed; annihilated by the unrelenting machine of the exclusively
robotic forces.
And now?
Now it was simply a farm.
The Joes of the Scissor Army ran a smooth operation, shuffling prisoners
around like cattle to the slaughter. One by one, they were moved
from the massive Camp C, to the somehwat more cramped Camp B, and
then to Camp A, the smallest camp, where they were given a test.
The test consisted very simply of a question of fear.
"Are you afraid?" the Joe asked in digitized Chinese, simply.
The shivering child in front of him merely nodded, and was waved
by.
The tiny child of barely distinguishable sex moved through the line,
and passed between several Joes on the way back to Camp C.
It had been this way for weeks. Those who failed the test, those
who were afraid, simply moved, forever, between the three camps,
given enough food and water to keep them alive. Those who dropped
from exhaustion were taken to Camp C to rest until they were forced
to rejoin the eternal march.
Excitement abounded when someone, normally a hot-blooded young idiot
decided to defy his captors.
"No! I am NOT afraid!" the man shouted for all to hear.
The Joes barely payed attention to him as he was waved into the dark
room of the tent.
Inside, the man encountered something entirely otherworldly.
"Hello," it grinned, voice high and cold, speaking a perfect
Chinese dialect. "Pleased to meet you. I hope you guess my name."
"I am not afraid of you, monster!"
Mesmerman sighed, his pieces shifting slightly in a mirror motion
of a sigh and a bare shrug. "I forget that quoting such wonderful
artwork tends to be lost on you people," he sighed in English
before switching back to Chinese. "I understand that you have
no more fear of this situation."
"You are a coward. You kill our men and soldiers, leaving only
the women and children and elderly and crippled!" the man waved
his prosthetic arm to emphasis his point. "I have nothing to
fear from a coward like you!"
Mesmerman's expressionless face almost seemed... taken aback somehow. "How
many times were you in line?" he asked incredulously.
"I do not need repetitious trips through your forced internment
camps to understand how worthless you are!"
"Can we STOP with the shouting?" Mesmerman sighed. "I
don't believe its helping."
"Are you afraid to face me?"
The reply was immediate... no... instant. Mesmerman's face was a
mere inch from the other man's. The grin, the eye, both unmoving,
unflinching, in stark contrast to the sudden paling of the skin,
the blink of the eye, the cry of surprise. The fear, now apparent
on his features, would have only made Mesmerman grin wider if his
smile wasn't merely painted on.
"If you feel no fear. If you feel only anger. If you do not
feel... despair. Then you are useless. Mindless. Completely unproductive." The
Malus Messis, its red blade glinting in the bare sunlight that streamed
into the tent, and handle setteling into the disconnected hands. "Like
cattle," he said distractedly, his free hand playing its fingers
across the blade.
The man said nothing, abject terror rooting him to the spot. Mesmerman
continued, in careful English, his voice carrying a slender, haunting
tune.
"Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece a bloody red..."
Instant motion allowed for no reaction time, and the scythe dug with
sickening expertise into the man's chest, up under the ribcage through
his stomach, the tip of the weapon coming out through the skin again
just below the trunk of his neck.
"And everywhere I go today, the humans wind up dead."
A Joe, a yellow stripe painted down the side of his helmet, entered
the tent, standing at firm attention with his weapon shouldered as
Mesmerman extracted his weapon from the new corpse. "What is
it, Gold leader?" the white monster asked off handedly.
"The perimeter defenses are in place, commander. Overlapping
fields of fire on all plasma turrets established. We're locked down
tight, sir."
"Excellent. No doubt they shall be coming soon," he smiled,
wondering what forces the humans might muster against him. Someone,
somewhere, had probably heard some errant cry for help from this
wretched city. He chuckled as the Joe hauled the body out of the
tent, dragging it past the lines of people back to Camp C, where
the mass grave had been dug alongside the pavillion for the exhausted
and dying.
"And thick and fast, they'll come at last, and more, and more,
and more..." he smiled.
--------------------
As each one landed in a beam of light, each had one shuddered. None
of them wanted to be there. Out the very outskirts of Hong Kong,
was the RPD forces, being led by Drastic Measures.
“Why did we land so far away?” asked Cloudman, looking
over at the city, which was barely viewable from where he hovered.
“The SA are in complete control of this area. Weren't you listening
to the briefing?” stated Burstgirl, sitting on a rock.
“Yeah...I was....until Crorq started to talk. Then I just kind
of faded out....” Cloudman said with a shrug, his voice trailing
off at the end.
Freezeman then turned,looking at the legion of Police Bots behind
the team.
“So....we are really in command of all of them ?“ He
asked sheepishly.
“Yeah. But that doesn't mean this is a cake walk.” Junkman
says as he surveys the town, robot eyes able to look further than
human eyes ever could unaided.
“We have to be fast and precise. The SA are really tightly
controlled here. “
“Just to restate the obvious, for anyone who wasn't listening.” Turboman
says with a nonseen glare at Cloudman, “ Our mission here is
to free the prisoners of the Scissor Amry, being held in camps. We
have more intel to do. Now, I'm going to split us up to do recon.
Avi and Seadrgon, take the first camp. Metabad and Darksage, take
the second camp. Beo, your with me on the final camp. The Police
Bots will stay here, as the less people, the less chance of being
seen. Everyone understand? “ Each one then nodded, except springman
who spoke up.
“I have a problem. “ he said, as each one turned to look
at him. “Do I really have to work with Metabad?”
“I'm not even going to answer that. Since everyone understands....Roll
out.”
--------------------
Elsewhere in the city, far away from both the RPD and SA forces,
another set of lights began falling from the sky. First came the
forms of eight Master type robots; Wily’s Warriors, plus their
accompanying companion Mr. Whiz. Then came the troops; large units
teleporting in first, followed by several dozen sniper Joe units,
finishing up with several larger carriers filled with run of the
mill fodder robots. Their housings opening up, they exited and waited
for the command to move out from their more intelligent commanders.
Woodman took at look at their surrounding and sighed. Broken buildings
and cracked roads all around. Definitely not his ideal environment. “So
where’s the RPD? Didn’t Wily say they were fighting here?”
“My guess? They got hosed,” suggested Quickman. “I’d
say forward and onward, but I would feel a lot better if we actually
knew where was what.”
Airman pointed toward Whiz and said, “I’m pretty sure
that’s why we brought him along with us.” The robot in
question stuck a tongue out at the oversized walking fan, who in
return gave a smug look.
“Anyway, yeah, I’ll go check it out.” With those
words, Whiz sped off into the ruined streets of Hong Kong, toward
one the largest buildings close by. Everyone else remained where
they were, waiting.
The silence became awkward after a short while. “...so...” Crashman
paused with his words, unsure of what to say. “...how about
them Mets?”
“I thought they got massacred during the Scissor Army’s
first strike?”
questioned Woodman.
Crash tapped his chin and said, “Oh yeah... so they did...” In
the background, Flashman sighed angrily, yet soft enough not to attract
any attention. “Yeah, this is boring. We’re in the middle
of a war and yet we’re waiting. Explain that to me.”
There wasn’t much to explain, though, as Whiz immediately ran
back toward them. Apparently, his little scouting trip went without
a hitch.
“I managed to get a good look at the city,” said the
yellow speedster. “As well as those camps that Wily mentioned.”
Quickman strolled up to his clone and asked, “So, did you find
out what they’re for?"
Mr. Whiz nodded. “Yeah. They’re full of people.”
“...wait, as in human people?”
“Yeah.”
Quickman blinked. “Wait a minute. Are we still talking about
the Scissor Army here? Who wish for the extinction of all humanity?
Yet they’re keeping whole camps of them alive?” Whiz
nodded. “...well I’m lost. I’m letting Wily know
about this.”
Fiddling with his communicator, Quickman made contact with their
home base. While he conversed with the Doctor, the rest had to endure
even more waiting.
“I’m bored,” whined Metalman. “And I’m
hungry. And tired.” Airman groaned and rubbed his head, while
the others simply ignored the two. “I wanna go home!”
Perturbed, the larger robot glared at the childish robot. “Well
too freaking bad! We got a mission and we’re not going home
till with finish it! So suck it up!”
On the verge of crying, Metalman whined so more. “Stop yelling
at me...”
Airman twitched. He was a jokester at heart, but at times, Metalman
made him want to just lose control and... well, break things. Taking
a page from the others, the large blue robot walked over to his companions,
listening on their short conversation.
“-and then Doc Robot laughed at my proposal for making Halo-based
weapons.”
Flashman had just finished retelling an account from some other day;
Airman didn’t particularly care about that last part he said. “Seriously
though, we should really invest in upgrading our Joes too. They’re
kinda the bottom of the rung right now.”
“Yeah, but Wily can easily make more of the same if he needs
to,” explain Darksage. “My guess is that he’s going
with quantity over quality, and since he can easily make more quantity-”
“Alright guys, new situation!” Everyone turned toward
Starnik, who stood upright like some sort of army general. “Wily’s
taken this new development into account, so we gotta do two things:
take out of the competition and take over the city, like we planned,
and on top of that... we’re going to rescue those people.”
A collection of questions erupted from the Warriors. In particular,
Flashman’s stood out from the rest. “Wait, you mean Wily
is telling us to do good!?”
“That’s what I said,” explained the scarlet speedster, “until
he told me the plan. If we rescue those people from the Scissor Army,
not only will we make the RPD look bad, but we’ll get moral
support from the general populace. Not to mention when we take over,
we’ll need people to run the economy...”
“‘If,’” murmured Flashman. “‘If’ we
take over the city.”
Quickman shot his teammate a look. “You don’t sound so
sure we can do this. What gives?” The blue and yellow robot
shrugged simply shrugged. “Well, we should at least rescue
the people and give credit to Wily’s name. He gobbles up that
kind of attention like those chocolates Mr. Whiz is always making
him.” A snicker from Airman and a “hey!” from Mr.
Whiz was all he got back.
“So Starnik, how are we gonna do this?” asked the lumbering
Woodman. The quickster thought for a minute and began calculating
a plan.
“We’ll head toward the harbor first, try to get that
secured.” In the background, Bubbleman smiled at the fact his
skills could be put to use.
“That’ll be our fallback point. Once we get that, we’ll
make our way toward the camps and begin our attack on the SA and
RPD forces. Better yet, we’ll wait for the RPD to get there
first, and then we make our move. That sounds good?”
“...it’s somewhat of a thought-up-on-the-spot strategy,” proclaimed
Flashman,
“but I can’t think of anything better. I’m game.”
Crashman raised his arms in anticipation. “You got my support,
boss man.”
Wordlessly, Wood, Metal and Bubble nodded in agreement as well.
That left Airman who, sighing, agreed. “Alright, let’s
get this over with.” He turned toward the less intelligent
robots behind him (barring a few Joes playing cards) and shouted, “HEY,
DINGBATS! GET YOUR REARS IN GEAR AND GET MOVING!”
On the drop of a hat, every machine entered ready mode, awaiting
their next orders. The Warriors then moved into a single group and
waited for their leader to give the signal.
“Okay, everyone good to go? Yes? Excellent. Warriors, Wily
bots! Let’s roll-”
“No.”
Quickman blinked. “Huh?”
“I said no,” stated Crashman. “We’re not
pulling an Optimus.” One by one, the other Warriors agreed.
“...good point. I’m more of a Starscream guy myself.” Laughing
as his own joke, Quickman motioned for the army to begin its march.
--------------------
Turboman and Freeze entered the crumbled remains of what was once
a shopping mall. As they silently walked through it, the scenes of
destruction were sickening. All around, Bodies, and what was left
them littered the ground.
“I...feel sick. “ Said Freezeman with a faltering tone. “ This....is
just......how could this happen?”
“We don't have time to worry about that. We have to see the
defenses around this camp, and what they really are doing in there.”
A little while later, in what could be said was the most damaged
part of the mall, so far as being barely recognizable, the ...air
around them seemed to have changed.
“We have to be getting near. This area is really falling apart. “ Freezeman
turning his head, scanning the room appropriately. Each step the
two took made a sickening sound as the ground was covered in blood.
Turboman nodded in agreement. Sunlight slowly started to trickle
down the hallway, the gruesome scenes were even easier to see. Also
visable, was the third camp.
“Okay. We can't go any closer. If we do, those Joes will detect
us. “ Turboman says, firmly planting his feet on the blood
soaked ground.
“This is odd. The humans....aside from being held in there...don't
seem to be being killed. They are just being...corralled.”
“That doesn't make any sense. The SA want to exterminate the
human race.”
“Maybe they have a different reasoning here. “
“Hey, wait, look at this. They're moving them all. “ Turboman
says, as the humans from the camp are moved out, being led by Sniper
Joes, rifles at the ready to destory any that fall behind the crowd.
Turboman watched this intently, a slight plan forming in his mind.
Freezeman, however, was more interested with a more pressing matter.
“Shadow, you better turn around. “
“Why? I think this is more important.”
“I take that as an insult!” Said a voice that was familiar,
yet not recognizable to Turboman at first.
“Oh you gotta be kidding me. Wily sent you guys here?” The
transforming Robot Master says as he turns to face who spoke.
“But of course! The Great Wily will show you all to be fools! “ exclaims
Mr. Whiz, “ You will all revel in his glory!” As he continued,
Quickman and Flashman, who were standing infront of the reverse speedster,
both shifted their gaze in slight embarrassment.
“Whiz, can you tone it down just a bit? “ Flashman says
as he finally looks at the robot again.
“No. They MUST KNOW THE GLORY THAT IS WILY!” Whiz screams.
“Will you SHUT UP! There are guards here. Do you want to fight
the whole Scissor Amry?” Says an angry Quickman. He then glances
over at Freezeman and Turboman. “You guys are here to save
these people I guess?” Both of the RPD Robot Masters nod. “I'm
sorry, but we can't let you. You see, Wily sent us here to do that
too. And if we don't do what he says, he'll says he'll kill us. I
mean, sure he has said that about, what? 50 times?”
“574 to be exact, if you count the 7 times this morning” Says
Flashman with a grin.
“And you know what they say, the 575th time is the charm.”
“Who said that?” Asks Flashman.
“ I just did. “ Starnik says, a smirk on his face too.
“So, what, your saying we should just leave? “ Asks Turboman,
his look of disbelief masked by his face shield.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Freezeman laughs, causing
Whiz to twitch.
“How DARE you laugh in the face of Ultimate Evil!” He
screams, throwing his arms in the air.
“WE TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” Screamed Freezeman, Turboman,
Quickman, and Flashman, the last one even went far enough as to blast
Whiz right in the back of leg.
“We can't just let the RPD free the people here. Sorry, but
to do that, you have to beat us in a fight. I know it's cliché,
but it how things work in this world.” Quickman says. Turboman
and Freezeman look to each other, and nod.
Without even saying a word, Turboman shifted into his car form, and
went speeding into the way he came, deep into the mall. Quickman
and Whiz soon followed suit. Flashman and Freezeman just looked at
each other for a moment. A moment of silence. Then, it was over,
they both started to move. Freezeman started by turning the ground
into sheer ice, as Flashman sent plasma bullets flying in his general
direction.
--------------------
The first camp was located in the gully beset by a mountain. The
mountain was called The Peak by locales, and Victoria Peak by the
rest of the world. None of the robots trekking up the mountain, nor
cared what it was called. They just wanted to go to the top of the
blasted thing. Well, except one of them.
“Oh man. It has to SUCK to walk up this thing.” Airman
laughs as he floats around the walking Crashman.
“Yeah, It does. “
“And you don't even have hands to steady yourself if you trip.
You REALY weren't made for this, were you?” Airman continues,
pushing Crashman's buttons.
“No I wasn't. Now can you shut up so we can go up this mountain
in silence? Do you really wan to tip off the Scissor Army.”Crashman
says, glaring at the hovering fan.
“Right. Like they are made to fight here either. Hell, this
is my territory. I own this mountain! This is Mt. Awesome. “
“Mount Awesome? How did you come up with that name?”
“Isn't it clear I named it after my self? “ Airman says
as he starts to laugh. Crashman decides to shut the robot up, and
sends a Crash Bomb flying towards him. Airman turns and sends the
crash bomb flying further into the air with an Air Shooter.
“Where is that going to land? “ Crashman says as he watches
the boosted bomb going flying high into the sky.
“Meh, who cares. Not for us to worry about. “
Meanwhile, at a place not the same, Metalman stood commanding the
minions. As to why he was left, no one is completely sure. He looked
over his sizable army. Then something shiny in the foreground. Then
back to his army. He stood waiting. He had to wait for Quickman to
tell him where to go. “This is boring!”
He yells, throwing his head back. “Hey....what is that? “Metalman
says as he spies something in the air, and it was falling fast. “I
think that is right above me. I better move. What was I just talking
about?” He looks back again at a Sniper Joe in front of him. “Do
you know what I was talking about?” The sniper joe gives him
a quizzical look as the falling object drops directly into it's head,
exploding, sending robot bits every where. “That was uncalled
for! It was an easy question!”
Airman and Crashman finally were within walking distance of the direct
summit. But they weren't the only ones. “What the? What are
you doing here. “ Airman says to the other floating robot on
the mountain.
“ What do you think? We are here for the video games! Don't
you know Japan has the best video games? “ Cloudman says with
a laugh.
“...Metabad, can't you ever be serious? “ Says Springman,
standing next and below the floating robot. “We aren't even
in Japan. This is China. “
“...Your kidding me? I thought we were in Japan. I mean, look
at all the damage Godzilla did!” Cloudman defends, pointing
towards the city.
“Godzilla didn't do that!” Springman says, practically
yelling at Cloudman.
“Sorry about him...He is....well...he is Metabad.”
“....Have you ever met Naoshi? “ Crashman asks with a
laugh.
“Well there is that time you all tried to kill us! “ Cloudman
yells, pointing at the two Wily bots. “And there is that one
I chased in the zoo...though he looked different. “
“What? Are there two naoshi's?!” Airman yells, taken
back. “There can't be. The world can't take that much.....that
much.....that much stupid!”
“I think we strayed far enough away from why we are here. “ Springman
says,
“You can't just be up here. Why are you here?”
“The view is just so good. “ Airman says sarcastically. “I
just had to come and see it for myself. And he followed. “
“We are here for the same reason you are here. “ Crashman
says, ignoring Airman completely. “ We are here to free the
civilians “in the name of Wily. “ “
“Wily wants to save people? Does that make him the good guy?” A
confused Cloudman asks.
“Oh no, he is still trying to take over the world. He justs
wants to....free the people first.” Crashman further explains. “I
really don't get it either. “
“Well, we can't both do the same thing. Sorry, but it looks
like you are in our way. And Metabad, what do we do with people who
are in our way?” Springman says, turning to his floating com
padre.
“We pay them off!”
“No....try again.”
“We....give them money?”
“Thats the same thing.”
“I like both of those. “ Crashman says with a laugh.
“Come on, you know this one. “ Springman says.
“We fight them?” Cloudman asks.
“Thats right!”
“You sure it isn't pay off? I really like that one.” Crashman
asks.
“I could go for some money....” Airman says, laughing.
“Sorry, no.” Springman says, slowly coiling his legs
up. “Looks like conversation has to come to end. “ As
he finishes his sentence, he bounds up, releasing a Wild Coil at
Crashman.
“So that's how you wanna play, huh?” Airman says, aiming
an Air Shooter at Springman. He fires it, the small tornado flying
up into the air, catching Springman, pulling him far from the mountain.
“ Hey! That's not fair! “ Cloudman says, he shifting
his boots into his lightning gun “ You need to learn about
fairness. And I used to be a teacher, so who better to teach! “ He
aims at Airman, who is now floating high in the air off the mountain. “Since
when can you fly? “
“I wouldn't move if I were you. “ Crashman says from
behind Cloudman, a Crash Bomb being held aimed against the back of
his head. “Now, put down the guns”
“Metabad, don't listen” Springman says, flying at Crashman
at high speeds. Crashman is then tackled. Hard. “Now go take
down that fan bastard. “
“Alright!” Cloudman says, quickly flying up in front
of Airman.
“The cards aren't in your favor. “ Springman says to
his down opponent.
“They never are. That's why I cheat. “ The latch bomb
themed retorted, kicking Springman in the face, sending him high
into the air, thanks to his springs.
“You really think you can win against me? I can make lightning!
LIGHTNNING!”
Cloudman yells at Airman.
“Yeah, but you have to hit me, and I don't think you can.” Airman
says, blasting Cloudman with an Air Shooter, sending him crashing
into the side of the mountain.
--------------------
In peaceful times, Victoria Harbour was looked upon as a world-famous
tourist attraction, thanks to the breathtaking view of the cityscape
amongst the mountain ridges, overlooking the water. And even now,
despite a few downed buildings, it remained as such, as the sunlight
glistened upon the water’s surface. The harbor was empty now… quiet.
As the RPD forces held up the area, the roads were closed off, the
citizens evacuated, and all the tourists held out. Although, one
could wonder who would be sightseeing at a time like this.
“Nice place,” Burstgirl remarked, “kinda takes
your mind off the whole mess, doesn’t it?”
“Not really,” Junkman responded as he drew hunks of scrap
from around the port onto his armor, “we are here for the purpose
of duty. Our mission is to free the captives being held on Hong Kong
Island, and bust some sorry Scissor ass while we are at it.”
“I know. Just trying to lighten the mood, that’s all.
Happy thoughts, ya?”
Burst said, attempting to ease the tension. Burstgirl and Junkman
seldom said anything more to one another, as they proceeded along
the harbor; until finally, Hong Kong Island came into view. “You
know, it would be quicker to just swim there,” Burst suggested.
“You can swim,” Junkman replied, “I’ll be
taking the tunnel.”
“What, is Seadragon afraid of a little water?” Burstgirl
joked. “Oh HAH-HAH,” Junkman uttered sarcastically in
response. After a lighthearted battle of words involving Junkman’s
nickname, the two Drastic Measures arranged a meeting point on Hong
Kong Island, and wished one another luck before going their separate
ways. Burstgirl dashed for the shore and dove into the water, while
Junkman dashed for the Cross-Harbour Tunnel.
The underwater tunnel was long infamous for its excessive traffic
congestion. And now, there was not a single vehicle on the road – many
years ago, the Hong Kong government saw it impossible to control
the traffic problems, but now with a war going on, it was cleared
up in an instant… with China’s remarkably high population,
one could wonder where exactly everyone went off to… but Junkman
had more important things to think about. Like how to deal with that
huge, hulking, wooden robot master who was now standing right in
front of him.
“Admiring the new look, Woodman.” Junkman slyly remarked
as he gazed upon the large Wily bot. Indeed, Woodman had received
quite an upgrade – not only was he now about ten feet tall,
but his fists alone were huge, with each finger being about as thick
as a doorknob. And most notably, was his new hairstyle. “Nice
hair,” Junkman commented, eying Woodman’s leaflike mullet.
“Um, thanks,” Woodman said in a confused voice, as he
faced the scrap metal-clad warrior. “Hmph,” Junkman grunted, “so
what in the hell does Wily want with this place?”
“Yeah… Bubble and I were sent to seize Victoria Harbour.”
Woodman responded. “And I take it you are going to try and
stop us?”
“Damn straight!” Junkman magnetically drew several pieces
of scrap into his hand, and formed his trademark Junk Staff weapon
- this particular staff was armed with what looked to be an axe blade
on the end of it. Woodman too prepared for battle as a few dozen
razor-sharp leaves began swirling around his body.
--------------------
The water felt soothing… Burst felt at home in the waters,
no matter how far from her true home they would be. While still well
aware of her mission, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of
relaxation, even as she sped along under the sea in pursuit of Hong
Kong Island. She bore many burdens, but for now, they took the backseat
to the joy of swimming across the harbor… well, until she
felt a harpoon graze against her shoulder.
“Excuse me?!” She yelled. “That has got to be the
rudest possible way to greet someone!” Burstgirl stopped swimming
forward, and formed a danger wrap. She scouted the area, but was
unable to spot her attacker… until a flurry of lead bubbles
approached her from behind. Gasping, she tossed her danger wrap in
the general direction of the lead bubbles, and dashed out of the
way. She clenched her fists, preparing to unleash her own flurry
of bubbles, until she saw opponent.
“Burst! How’s it go?” Bubbleman said cheerfully.
While Burstgirl had her suspicions that it might be him, she was
slightly unnerved that her good buddy Bubbleman was attacking her.
But if he was stuck working under Dr. Wily, such a confrontation
would have been inevitable; therefore she regained her composure
and began to converse with the little scuba robot.
“Good enough, I guess. How’s things with you, Bubbz?
Have you been bothering any more fishermen lately?”
“Yup!” Bubbleman said. “I freed my little fish
friend from the line, and let the fisherman reel me in… only
to have me serve him up a healthy dose of puku justice in the form
of a nice, big punch to the face.”
Burstgirl laughed. “Mwhehehe, nice.” Then there was a
short pause. “Anyway…
Wily force you to do this?”
“Naturally,” Bubbleman responded, “I’m gonna
take this harbor for Wily. Rawr!”
With that, they prepared for battle. “Heh heh,” Burst
laughed. “It’s about time I get to do something underwater!
Everyone seems to forget my original design purpose.” And with
that, she hurled a danger wrap at Bubbleman, immediately trapping
him inside of it. However, with the skillful use of one of his harpoons,
Bubbleman managed to pull himself out of it, just before the bomb
went off. While generally unharmed, he was pushed back by the explosion,
opening him up to another one of Burst’s attacks. She tossed
five bombs at him…
then he regained his balance and darted out of the way as they went
off. And again, Burst lost sight of him, thanks to the explosions.
“Heh, you’re good,” Burst complimented Bubble.
At that moment, she was blasted from behind with a lead bubble. “Why
thanks, I am veeeeery sneaky.” Bubbleman proudly declared. “It’s
not often I get to fight underwater that often either, puku. If only
every battle was underwater.” Burst recovered from the attack
and replied jokingly, “Then, why don’t you suggest to
Wily that his next evil plan should be to flood the world? We’ll
have LOTS of underwater battles that way.”
Bubble smiled. “Hey, I like the idea. I’ll be sure to
tell him!” They both laughed, as they lobbed their respective
bubbly projectiles at one another.
Their fight would go on for quite a long while.
--------------------
The dust settled as Flashman groaned with pain. He couldn't believe
what just happened! As Freezeman began to freeze the ground, Flash
opened fire toward him and, successfully, landed several hits on
him. A split second later, however, he found himself slipping and
sliding right into the remains of a brick wall. How... how could
he have been so careless?
His opponent came sliding toward him, skating on the icy rink he
created himself. Flash growled and gripped the wall above him with
his left hand, dragging himself upward, giving him a clear shot at
Freezeman. The frozen robot master's eyes went wide as he skidded
away from a stream of plasma bullets.
Now that he was upright once more (and the ground close to him now
thawed), Flashman decided it was time to get serious. In the blink
of an eye, he disappeared from sight.
Freeze skidded to a halt as the Wily bot disappeared, only to feel
something come in contact with his left leg. He stumbled backwards
off the icy portion of the field and onto regular solid ground. Out
of the corner of his eye, he saw Flashman emerging from a crouch;
apparently, his opponent had managed to trip him.
"You god damn Wily bot!" Freezeman got up, charged up his
Freeze Cracker and sent several icy crystals toward his foe. However,
Flashman wasn't about to let the attack hit him. He ducked between
various barrages while shattering the rest with a stream of rapid
fire buster shots. The worse the debris managed to do was scratch
his armor (although on luck shard made a nice little gash on his
left shoulder).
Flashman ignored the small wound and looked toward his adversary. "Look,
we want to save those people as much as you guys do, but you're all
gonna have to just back off." Freezeman blinked, and snorted
at the remark.
"Since when does Wily care about saving people?" The icy
robot began to charge up another frozen assault. "And why should
I listen to you? You're wanted criminals! The RPD are just dying
to get their hands on you!"
The only reply was a disappointed scowl... followed by another barrage
of buster shots. This time, however, Freezeman was ready and decided
to create an icy shield using his powers. Once this caught Flashman
of guard, he then send the elongated piece of ice at the Wily bot,
slamming into him. A yelp of pain was heard beneath the frozen block.
Underneath his facemask, Freeze grinned. It disappeared, however,
went Flashman managed to punch his way through the weakening ice.
Getting back up, the time stopping robot breathed heavily and looked
at Freezeman.
"You're pretty good." Not ready to give up, Flashman raised
his buster cannon again. "But it takes more than fancy upgrades
to win."
Freezeman once again glared at his opponent. "Well I don't see
you with any upgrades, Wily bot! Besides, I have something else you
lack!"
"...like what?"
"Freedom!"
In Flashman's mind, for a brief few seconds, everything stopped.
Freedom... Freedom? This guy, had all the gall of saying he had freedom,
when in reality he was tied down by the government and the Shutdown
Code?
But it went deeper than that. Flash- no, Cyros' mind went back, back
to when he first encountered Wily, captured and imprisoned within
his castle. How he, against his own will, was taken from his real
body and placed within this form. How for weeks he didn't know who
he truly was, even though that was undesirable as well. And despite
all logic and justice, Wily still held control over them. Freedom,
the Warriors had... but it was a bittersweet freedom.
And now this person, Freezeman, accused Flashman of lacking freedom
while he did? No, that was not the case. For both lacked freedom.
Yet both possessed freedom. It was a never ending mental paradox
which played through for several seconds.
Only one thing was within Flash's mind when the cycle broke: rage.
"Gotcha!" Freezeman had taken the pause as an opportunity
and launched a Hadoken-styled ice blast at the Wily bot. The stream
leaving his hands, he waited as the cold beam of death rocketed toward
Flashman...
...only for Flashman to disappeared and reappear. Right in front
of Freezeman's face.
"You god damn HYPOCRITE!"
A yellow fist appeared in Freeze's sight a split second later.
--------------------
Quick and Whiz raced throughout the mall, keeping their distance
behind the transformed robot master. “Heh, are you going to
eat my dust all day, ‘Quick’ Man?” taunted Turbo
as the trio took the corner.
“Looks like he’s getting a little cocky, wouldn’t
you say, Whiz?”
“The fool thinks just because he’s gotten an upgrade
he’s a match for the fastest robot master ever built!” the
yellow clone boasted.
“Oh, I’ll show you two whose a match for who…” retorted
Turbo, unleashing his Oil Slick attack behind him. The black liquid
instantly covered the entire street, giving the two foot-bound Robot
Masters nowhere to go!
“Aw, nut bunnies!” yelled Starnik as the duo lost their
footing and slipped right through the intersection. “Ugh, that
could have gone smoother.” Grumbled Starnik, clutching his
head. Both he and Whiz were covered in oil.
“That transforming lummox will rue the day he messed with me,
the greatest creation of Doctor Wily!” shrilled Whiz as he
continued to skid past Starnik. His entire body had flipped over
due to Turbo’s trap, and he was now finding it difficult to
right himself. “…Just as soon as I figure out how to
get back up!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he’s quaking in his drive
shaft.” Starnik said flippantly, kicking his clone back into
a sitting position. “As much as I loathe to say it, I think
we’re going to need some teamwork with this one, Whiz.”
Mr. Whiz paused for a moment. He had never liked his scarlet doppelganger.
It was only natural, as he had originally been programmed to exceed
him in every way; yet Starnik either had managed to outmaneuver or
simply luck out in their previous encounters. But this “Turboman” character
had really gotten under his skin. He couldn’t stand going back
to Dr. Wily with another loss on his record. He took Quick’s
outstretched hand and pulled himself up. “Very well. What do
you have in mind?”
--------------------
Turbo raced through the streets of Hong Kong. Something wasn’t
right. He had thrown down that oil slick to delay the two Wilybots,
but they should have caught up to him by now. Once they do, I
can try out my new Scorch Wheel and see how well they like it with
their fresh oil coating! He needed to end this fight quick, and
get back to releasing the humans!
“Looking for someone Turbo? You should know better than anyone
to keep your eyes on the road!” taunted Quickman from up ahead.
He launched his large metal boomerang, sending it tearing down the
road at incredible velocity.
“You gotta do better than that, Star!” laughed Turboman,
who used his precision handling to juke down a street to the left,
avoiding the attack completely.
“Then allow me!” shouted Whiz, leaping down from his
perch and onto Turbo’s roof. A rain of energy boomerangs from
Whiz’s launcher soon followed.
“Hey! No free rides! And watch it, will ya? You’re gonna
scratch my paint job!”
Turbo yelled as he took a sharp turn to throw off his assailant.
Quick and Whiz, however, kept their pace with the automotive robot
this time, and Turbo finally figured out what the two had been attempting
to do; they had corralled him onto a twisting interchange, where
he couldn’t make full use of his car mode’s speed!
“Gotcha Turbo! Let’s see how well your frame holds up
to a double Quick Boomerang Barrage!” exclaimed Quick Man,
unleashing hundreds of energy boomerangs at incredible speed. Turbo
managed to evade some of them, but Whiz, who had pulled up on the
other side, used his own super speed to catch the boomerangs and
throw them right back, along with a slew of his own. The two juggled
their signature weapons between them, causing dents and slashes to
appear on his upgraded armor. Finally, Quick Man managed to catch
Turbo’s tire, forcing the robot master to peal out.
“Enough is enough!” yelled Turbo, transforming into his
robot mode. There was a grinding sound as some of the damaged armor
plates slid into place. Quick and Whiz screeched to a stop, giving
the gargantuan robot master some space. Turboman created a scorch
saber, and assumed a fighting position. “Okay you guys. Let’s
see how well you fare in round two!”
“So, do you have a plan for this situation?” Whiz remarked
to Starnik, prepping his boomerang launcher.
“Of course.” Said Quick Man, giving a characteristic
grin as he hung his massive boomerang across his shoulder. “We
improvise!”
--------------------
Flashman felt himself fly backwards, and his mind took a few seconds
to try and understand what had just happened.
He'd used his Time Stopper to get close to Freezeman, and was about
to deliver the smack down when something had interrupted. Something
not entirely robotic. Something altogether psychotic. Something that
had been laughing like a maniac when it had backhanded him across
the field of ice.
Freezeman shouted in alarm and fired off a Freeze Cracker almost
as a reflex, the ice bullet sailing in between white pieces decorated
with spiral patterns. The newcomer just kept laughing as the blood
red scythe seemed to grow out of thin air.
"Such anger! Such self-righteous emotion!" Mesmerman laughed.
"Just like a beacon..."
Freezeman tried to get away, confused and surprised by this white
monstrosity, but the scythe blade bit down, lancing his leg and pinning
him to the spot. He screamed in pain and the pieces that made up
the virtual puppet master whirled to stare with its unchanging gaze
at Flashman.
"Holy crap," Flashman coughed, picking himself up.
"I see you nitwits have finally stumbled upon my farm," Mesmerman
chuckled. "It was bound to happen sooner or later, I suppose.
A city the size of Hong Kong does not simply drop off the map."
"...farm?" Flashman asked aloud. "Is... is THAT what
this is about? All those people?"
Mesmerman paused before busting into fresh gales of maddening laughter.
"Oh my... we ARE thick, aren't we?" The terrible form of
Mesmerman advanced on Flashman with a jerky, yet somewhat graceful
simulation of a stalk as he continued. "The General wishes to
kill off humanity, and how does that help me? I rely on human suffering
to survive, and what will become of me once Cutman has cleansed this
planet?"
"So you just hold them here? Like livestock?"
Mesmerman giggled. "Makes you realize just how 'free' you are,
doesn't it?"
Flashman swore, and was suddenly gone.
The white monster laughed. "Run. Run as far as you can. Hong
Kong shall remain mine, forever a generator of the energy I need
to continue my reign."
He turned at looked upon the strugggling Freezeman.
"And now, my new friend... what shall I do with you?"
--------------------
Quickman decided to use his speed to his own advantage, never staying
in one spot at all. His clone, however, decided to take a different
tactic. Whiz was keeping Turboman contained by running a complete
circle around him continuously, every so often firing a boomerang.
Turboman just stood there for a few moments. Then he dashed forward,
and threw out his leg. Whiz didn't see this in time, and he went
flying. His inertia kept him going far, until he slammed into the
side of a building.
“...Way to go Whiz.” Quickman says with a sigh. Holding
his metal boomerang in his hand again, he looks back over at Turboman
again . “I guess it's up to me to show you that upgrades aren't
everything. “ He finishes by running somewhere in the area.
Turboman tried to follow, but was unable to before he was slammed
by the giant boomerang. His sabre flew from his hand as he fell forward. “See?
Upgraded or not, your still not up to my level of experience. “
Turboman slowly got up off the ground. “Well, your right. Doesn't
mean I can't try. “ As he finishes, he fires a Scorch Wheel
at where Quickman was. Turboman was ready this time, turning to catch
the boomerang.
“Wha? You caught it? “ Quickman says, visibly surprised.
“I'm not supposed to? I thought we were playing catch.” Turboman
responds with a hidden grin. He then turns and hurls the boomerang
off to the side. The boomerang soared through the air, going extremely
fast. As chance would have it, in it's direct path, was the knocked
out Whiz. A loud clang rang through the air as it impacted into him,
burying him deeper into the wall.
“Okay, now I'm REALLY not playin-” Quickman stops as
a familiar chill ran through his body. It wasn't very long before
he realized Flashman was there.
“Cyros, what are you doing here? What about Freezeman?”
“That's not important! Mesmerman! He is here! That's what these
camps are for! They are just holding them to feed him! “
“Where is Beowolf?!” Turboman asks, much concern in his
voice.
“That is a very good question!” rang out a voice that
seemed to be nowhere and everywhere. Not very long afterward, Mesmerman
came into view, the white robot shimmering into view, much like getting
reception on a bad TV. But the real concern was what was at his feet. “Your
friend didn't put up a very good fight! But he had much hate in him.
Especially when I cut off part of his shin. “
“You son of a bitch!” Turboman says as he fires a Scorch
Wheel at the puppet robot. The wheel of fire merely passed through
him, causing no damage.
“Starnik, you need to get the others, especially Bubbleman.
Go, we'll try and hold him off. “ Flashman says, holding his
buster up in example.
“Okay. Just be careful.” And he was gone.
--------------------
They were in trouble. Really big trouble.
Mesmerman floated before the two robots, his plastered grin ever
present and his "prize" laying on the ground below him.
His eye looked at each of his opponents (for some reason, stopping
at Flashman twice) before he blinked and laughed.
Flash had his buster at ready, but he held his fire. After all, what
good was his weapon going to do against the hologram? Maybe a little
energy disruption, but not enough to break down the holographic body.
And if Turboman's upgraded Scorch Wheel didn't do anything, what
was the point of trying?
The floating horror laughed again... this time, in amusement. "Indeed...
why resist?" Flashman flinched at the fact that his stray thoughts
had been picked up. He cleared his mind and aimed once more, yet
still did nothing.
A groan came from nearby. Mesmerman's eye turned toward the source
and saw Mr. Whiz stumbling toward the scene, wobbling.
"Oh... my head..." He rubbed his noggin and looked up. "What
the heck is happen-"
"LOOK OUT!"
Flash's warning allowed Whiz to see the blood red scythe flying right
towards him. Panicking, he zipped out of the way just mere milliseconds
before have his head cut in two. Now next to Turbo and Flash, he
tensed up and saw their common foe. His helmet also felt a bit lighter
for some reason... feeling his crest, he gasped discovering that
a good three inches of the left spike had been sliced off.
"My, that was a close shave, wasn't it?" taunted Mesmerman.
His weapon floated back toward his person and hovered by his side.
Whiz growled and prepared to charge him, but Flashman's hand stopped
him.
Whispering, Flash said, "Don't let him anger you... that's what
he wants." Whiz looked back, very peeved, but then began to
think. Sighing, he gained some self control and assumed his battle
stance.
Turboman looked at Mesmerman and toward where he last dropped his
Scorch Saber. Maybe, if he could get a hold of it... "Hey, chumps.
Keep Mesmer occupied for a sec."
"Say what?" exclaimed Whiz. "You expect us to play
decoy for the likes of you?" Flashman, on the other hand, nodded
reluctantly in agreement and resumed his gaze at the floating terror.
Mesmerman seemed to be amused at what they were planning, because
his gaze seemed to burn the ground at their feet. It was a tense
moment. Turboman was ready to make a dash for his saber, while Flash
(and now Whiz) were ready to distract their foe. Yet even then, things
were looking grim.
Shielding his thoughts as best as he could, Flashman prayed that
Starnik would get help in time. Or they were as good as dead.
Once again, demented laughter. "You don't know how right you
are..."
--------------------
That laugh. There was nothing else like it. It rebounded off walls,
echoed for miles, got into your head, and chipped away at your confidence
and sanity.
And everything happened at once.
Turboman went off like a shot, making a diving dash for his burning
weapon. Flashman unleashed a storm of plasma from his buster. Mr.
Whiz ran, coming around in a wide arc to end up behind Mesmerman.
Mesmerman kicked Freezeman's form into the air.
The scythe came down hard between Turbo and his saber, and the transofmring
robot smacked into the weapon and went for a tumble, missing his
prize by yards before he was able to recover his feet. One of Mesmerman's
hands grabbed the limp form of Freezeman and employed him as a shield,
Flashman's barrage of bullets wreaking havoc on the body of the Drastic
Measures member. The remainder of Mesmerman's form spun around to
deal with Mr. Whiz.
"For the glory of Wily!" the clone cried, rushing the other-worldly
foe, realizing only too late that that kind of tactic wasn't going
to work in his favor. The Terror of Perception's free hand slammed
into his neck, his own momentum making the blow hurt exponentially
more, and he felt himself get tossed to the ground like a rag doll
over the screaming torture of agony that exploded into his head.
Mesmerman's laugh continued to bounce through the air as he began
to speak, high, cold, haunting words. "Ladies and gentlemen!
Hobos and tramps!"
he cried gleefully as he whirled around, throwing Freezeman's body
at Flashman, who disappeared in time to avoid it before reappearing
nearby Mr. Whiz.
"Crosseyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants.." The scythe
flew out of the ground and into Mesmerman's hand as Turboman, now
weilding his Scorch Saber, shot forward, and the two weapons met
in a terrific noise that could only be described as the sound of
purple burning. "I come before you to stand behind you, and
tell you a story I know nothing about."
Turboman could feel himself be pushed back, but he couldn't even
imagine where the force to do so was coming from. Mesmerman was barely
paying attention to him, instead content to level his painted gaze
on Whiz and Flash, the latter of which was helping the first to his
feet.
"One fine day, in the middle of the night," he chuckled,
his hushed tones grabbing and pulling at the strings that kept the
rational mind in one coherent piece, "two dead boys got up for
a fight." Turboman caught sight of the bottom of the scythe's
handle whipping around while the curved blade kept his own at bay,
forcing him to break off and retreat a few steps to avoid the spiked
end. "They stood, back to back, and faced each other, they drew
their swords, and shot one another."
"Will you shut up!" Flashman shouted, disappearing and
reappearing in the middle of his sentence and levelling his buster
at Mesmerman almost point blank. The hail storm of shots only scorched
the air, however, as Mesmerman simply faded away and reappeared again
next to Freezeman's unmoving form.
"Two deaf policemen heard the noise, came and shot those two
dead boys," Mesmerman continued in a rising giggle, picking
up Freezeman again as if he was little more than paper. "And
if you can't believe this lie, it's true. Ask the blind lady in the
corner..."
Turboman felt the pit of his gut drop out as Mesmerman's scythe made
a quick slicing motion, and Freezeman's body, from the neck down,
fell to the ground.
"She saw it too," the white monster grinned, holding Freeze's
head in his hands.
"NO!" Turbo shouted, finding his voice at last. He launched
himself forward on it, the Scorch Saber held with murder in mind.
He struck with a fury he'd never known before, but all too late.
Mesmerman had already floated into the air, and was even now beyond
his reach. The leader of Drastic Measures stared down at the battered,
beaten, headless body of his teammate.
Mesmerman's pieces arranged themselves in the air, his hand still
holding the dismembered head.
"I wonder, now, what your course of action shall be?" he
said aloud in mild interest. "Team ups are so abysmally repetetive,
but in this case, I seem to have several hands up on you. So tell
me, RPD lackey, what you will do? Will you press one with the mission,
and try in vain to breach my defenses with your pathetic forces?
Will you seek aid from Wily's forces, and even then fail at re-taking
Hong Kong? Or will you take this body," he grinned, tossing
Freezeman's head down onto the ground without ceremony to emphasize
his point, "and flee, willing to reconsider your strategy and
fight another day, when your friend is... shall we say, more together?"
Turboman's expression, even behind the facemask, was easy to read.
Pure, unmitigated hatred. It was etched into his every feature. Flashman
could read it perfectly. But... what could just the two of them do?
Mr. Whiz could still fight, but barely, and Mesmerman was too powerful
and crafty to be taken down by just two robot masters. If Starnik
returned with the rest of the Warriors, especially Bubbleman, they'd
have a good chance, but... seeing what this jigsaw puzzle had done
to Freezeman? Even then...
Mesmerman laughed again. "Delicious, isn't it? I eagerly await
your chosen path. It shall be... entertaining." And with that,
he disappeared, probably back into the center of the internment camps
he'd made out of the populace of Hong Kong. Behind heavy emplacements
and hundreds of Scissor Army troopers.
The RPD was down a member, and the Scissor Army hadn't even suffered
a casualty yet.
This was not good.
--------------------
Springman gathered himself up, glaring at his no-handed foe.
“As I said previous, I don’t want to fight you right
now. There are more pressing matters to take care of. Let us just
go on and free the prisoners, forget about the reasoning.”
Crashman chuckled. “You really can’t be serious now,
right? I mean, as much as I regret my loyalties, I’m under
Wily’s orders and they were to free the people with his stipulations,
plus make any profits possible for my own being. So if you don’t
want to fight, I suggest you drag your RPD loyalist ass out of here
because I have my own plans to fulfill.”
The normally calm Springman changed his stare from plain seriousness
to outright anger. “You are nothing more than a gnat. There
is carnage all around us, people being massacred and our friends
getting attacked by mindless minions. I can’t believe all you
want to do is get glory for some madman.”
“Hey, I never said I like what I do”, said the no handed
robot, with his grin fading. “I do what I have to so I can
survive and keep myself happy. If that means ignoring what is happening
around me and even being a war profiteer, so be it. I don’t
need a speech by the morality police.”
“Don’t worry, I’m done talking. I make it a mission
to deal with people who have no honor.”
Springman leaped into the air, only to be met by a barrage of crash
bombs. All the springy robot master could do was dodge the bombs,
keeping back any attack. He thought he was clear of the projectiles
until he saw Crashman’s chest plate open.
“Honor this, slinky!”
Before Springman could even blink, over a dozen missiles were homing
in on his head. Using quick thinking, he released a full array of
wild coil bombs at the missiles, rendering most useless. Regardless
of the near misses, he couldn’t stop all the projectiles, resulting
in an impact that sent him hurling to the ground.
Crashman walked slowly to his fallen adversary, with a sneer on his
lips.
“I guess you would call my hidden missile trick a dirty tactic.
I call it smart strategy. I don’t care how I fight or how anyone
else perceives it. The only thing I ever care about is the result.” Crashman
lowered his left arm, aiming at Springman’s head. “Right
now, my springy friend, the result is about to get an exclamation
point.”
Just as Crashman fires off what would have been the finishing blow,
Sringman outstretched his arm to grab a hold of a nearby rock, pulling
himself out of harm’s way and ducking behind it.
“Now who’s the one fighting without honor?” Crashman
asked with a menacing glare aimed at the rock. “You do know
I could blow up that stone and you with one shot, right? Well, I
just don’t see any fun in that, with you being injured and
all. Why don’t you just come on out and face your end like
the ‘honorable’
person you claim you are?”
The explosive robot looked on, waiting for any sign of his opponent
to come out. He received nothing but silence.
“Fine, have it your way then. You’re not the only robot
with agility you know.”
Crashman jumped up at the rock, with it targeted with his right arm.
He fired off three bombs, two at the crate and one behind. They all
hit their target.
“So that is that. I was hoping to-what the?”
Looking on in shock and bewilderment, Crashman saw no traces of Springman
as the smoke cleared. He looked up and over past where he had laid
off his last attack. He could see nothing or no one.
“Where the hell did he go?!” said the confused robot.
“Right behind you, crash head!”
Crashman turned around, only to be met by a spring-loaded fist. As
he tries to comment, he is met with another blow to the jaw.
“You know nothing about honor!” Springman exclaimed while
landing another punch.
“The world is under attack and you don’t care!”
He punches Crashman again.
“People die and you don’t care!”
Springman delivers a punch to the gut.
“Your friends might even die, and you probably don’t
even care about that!”
Springman nails Crashman with a hard uppercut, sending the handless
robot crashing to the ground. Now, it was Springman’s turn
to stand over his fallen rival.
“I know you’re a robot, but you have no sense of decency
or compassion. Don’t you see what is going on around us? We’re
at war. AT WAR! Yet all you see is a way to create fame or a fast
buck. You really don’t have any honor or feelings even, for
that matter.” Springman outstretches his fingers. “I
should blow you to bits, every heartless piece of you…” He
takes a deep sigh, and puts his hand down. “…but then
I’m no better than them or you for that matter. Crawl out of
here and get out of my sight. I have more urgent matters to handle.”
Springman turned and started to walk away from the red robot, going
to check on his teammate. A few steps later, he is sent forward by
an unknown projectile…just as a boulder was going to fall
on his head from above.
Crashman lowered his arm and got up slowly. With a serious yet thoughtful
expression, he made his way to the yet again fallen Springman.
“I want to say something right now. You can question my priorities
when it comes to saving the world or even with Wily, but never, ever
question my loyalty to my friends. I don’t care much outside
of money and my own prosperity, but I am not heartless or totally
without morals. I DO care. It’s usually only when I want to,
but I always do have heart.
“You might not think this is all hard on me, but it is. I lost
a friend during this war. Yes, I lost someone I do care about. Everyone
has a different way of showing it. Mine is not to let it show, but
head this, I CAN hurt inside. I’m not unfeeling”
Crashman bends down and pulls out the crash bombs he fired at Springman
that sent him down.
“As you could tell, I didn’t set that bomb off when it
was in you.” With that, the bomb explodes, a distance away. “We’re
even for now. I know we’ll meet again.”
Springman stayed down, but was able to nod as Crashman turned around
and looked up.
“Airman”, Crashman called, “let’s go.”
“Aw, come on! I’ve got him where I want him!”
“I’m not playing games.” Crashman said sternly. “We
need to go, now.”
Airman sighed, but knew this tone. The robotic fan came down and
walked off with Crashman, leaving the two RPD members behind.
“You should have seen me, Sage!” said a jubilant Cloudman. “I
was all like
‘take this’ and he was all ‘I can’t take
your awesomeness!’ and I was like ‘Oh yeah, I’m
awesome!’”
“Metabad, remember, they are not our true enemy. We shouldn’t
try to fight with them while…”
“Sage, what’s up?”
Springman shook his head, looking a little faint. “I’m
not sure, but I have a bad feeling something horrible just happened.
Call it a hunch for now. We need to find the others, fast.”
Cloudman only could nod, knowing something serious has happened.
He followed his teammate to where danger and sadness surely loomed.
--------------------
Airman laughed as Cloudman got up. “You may look better than
the last time we met, but your skills are just as lame as ever.”
“Oh, well.” Cloudman said as he got up. “You will
now face my newest awesome power!”
The blue fan’s expression changed from amusement to disgust
within moments.
“What are you doing? Funny face making isn’t an attack!”
“It’s not funny face making. It’s killer face making!” Cloudman
went back to sticking his tongue out.
Airman just shook his head and turned around for a second, only to
turn back and hit an air shooter at Cloudman’s stomache. The
force of the shot sent the cloudy robot back into the side of the
mountain.
“Ouch, that hurt you meanie!” Clouman said as he rubbed
the back of his head.
“Are you sure you’re not named Naoshi Two or something?
You seem almost as incompetent.”
Cloudman stood up, and went straight into the air. “You have
really angered me now. Prepare for my full on attack!”
The weather robot then closed his eyes and fired off lightning bolt
after lightning bolt, sending them every which way. Two minutes later,
he stopped.
Cloudman opened his eyes. “Hey, fan-shaped guy, did I kill
you?”
“No, but you did manage to hit four rocks, a large boulder,
two trees below, and what I think used to be a bird.”
“Cool, was it a seagull? I hate seagulls!”
“No, I think it was a sparrow. Anyway, shall we continue, or
do you want to keep talking nonsense?”
“Hmm,” Cloudman goes into a thinker pose “I’m
not sure, talking nonsense is fun…”
“Damn it!” Airman screams as he sends Cloudman into the
mountain again.
“Will you please STOP DOING THAT? It hurts like sitting on
a rabid ferret.”
“You know what? I just want to fight a normal fight, is that
too much to ask?”
Airman floats back into the air. “If you want to actually battle
today then get your ass up here or are you too yellow to do so?”
“Hey you, I’m not yellow! I'm more of a shade of orange,
or maybe burnt orange? I’m not sure, I may even be…”
“Just get up here!”
Cloudman mumble as he floats back upwards. “Geez, you don’t
have to get so uptight about it! I’m coming, I’m coming.”
The fan looks at Cloudman in the eyes, trying to stare him down. “You
have never faced anyone like me before. You’ll never stand
a chance…why are you now cross-eyed?!”
“I thought this was a staring contest, and you looked away,
so I win. Yay me!”
Cloudman went back down to the ground and started dancing and doing
back flips.
“Now what the heck are you doing?” asked a befuddled
Airman.
“I’m celebrating, what else should I be doing after a
staring contest?”
The giant fan could only palm his eyes from his adversary’s
latest response. He knew he liked to not being serious, but Cloudman
was even outdoing him.
“Please, just get back up here again.”
“Oh, okay!” With that, Cloudman went back up in the air.
“Okay Cloud brains, I’ve had enough of this foolishness.
Be prepared for my tornado attack!”
“Oh, well, okay. I guess I’ll do more fancy things with
my lightning and be awesome and all!”
Before the two could act, another voice was heard from below.
“Airman”, Crashman called, “let’s go.”
“Aw, come on! I’ve got him where I want him!” whined
the large fan.
“I’m not playing games.” Crashman said sternly. “We
need to go, now.”
Airman sighed, but knew this tone. The robotic fan came down and
walked off with Crashman, leaving the two RPD members behind.
“I don’t know why I had to stop fighting, I was going
to destroy that nit wit.”
“I don’t really care right now ‘strike. We just
need to find the others and-“
Right as Crashman was about to finish his comment, a red, yellow,
and black blur speeds surrounds them, carrying them off to their
next destination.
--------------------
The depths of Victoria Harbour were illuminated with a spectacular
display of fireworks, combined with barrage after barrage of bubbly
projectiles, each of which reflected the light from the explosions.
Bubbleman and Burstgirl appeared to be evenly matched, and by now
each of their armors were coated in chips and dents from one another’s
attacks. Neither of them was ready to let up – in fact, they
were enjoying this. As bubble, after bomb, after harpoon sped across
the harbor between the two friendly combatants, Burst and Bubble
could only think of their little
“competition” so to speak… they remained unaware
of a certain, major problem lurking up on the surface…
Quickman, in a panic, could only think about gathering together the
rest of his team… then maybe, just maybe, they’d be
able to stand a chance against that foul, otherworldly demon… retrieving
Bubbleman was his priority. Mesmerman, having the form of a solid-light
hologram, was much like the Warriors’ old enemy, Alien Wily,
in that respect – he would be most easily damaged by lead bubbles.
Bubbleman, along with Woodman, was sent to seize Victoria Harbour
in the name of Wily, so naturally the harbor was Quickman’s
destination. In a flash, Quickman had already reached the harbor,
and it was apparent by now that the two Warriors hadn’t yet
succeeded in taking it. So he’d have to do a lot of running
around in order to find where Woodman and Bubbleman were being held
up. Not a problem for him, it would seem.
--------------------
“Eat this, you shameless Captain Planet rip-off!” Junkman
taunted as he swung his junk axe into Woodman’s thick, bark-like
armor. Barely taking notice of the large gash on his chest armor,
Woodman responded, “Captain Planet rip-off? I’d say that
is a bit of a stretch, if you are talking about the fact that I am
generally attributed to nature.”
Junkman scoffed. “That, and you have a green mullet.” Afterwards,
Junk was met with a razor leaf-coated fist to his side, causing him
to fall back, with pieces of his scrap armor flying in every which
direction. Woodman formed a leaf shield, and it began to orbit his
body, faster and faster…
“Enough!” shouted a familiar voice from inside the tunnel. “Forget
about the harbor and listen up!” Woodman and Junkman could
only turn their attention to Quickman…
--------------------
“Rawr!” Cried out Bubbleman as he was tossed around by
Burstgirl’s bumper bubbles. She prepared to strike, but not
before a harpoon lodged itself into her thigh. “Ow! Not funny,
Bubbz! NOT. FUNNY.” she cried out as mechanical fluids began
to flow from her wound, polluting the water. She stopped her advances
and clutched her wound, shrieking in pain. Bubbleman seemed confused
by this behavior. Not knowing quite what to do seeing his friend
and adversary quite like this, he could only swim up to her…
…Only to be immobilized as dozens of small bubbles coated
his body. And then, he found himself trapped inside of a larger bubble. “Mwhehehehehehe,” Burstgirl
cackled in satisfaction, “I can be sneaky too, ya know.” She
spiked the bubble, causing it to compress against a large, underwater
structure of sorts…
--------------------
Inside the tunnel, Quickman had finished explaining the situation
involving Mesemerman’s appearance. “That is why we need
to find Bubbleman.”
It would be all too quickly that they would find Bubbleman – for
the loud crack of an explosion, shortly followed by the sound of
rushing water echoed throughout the tunnel. “SHIT!” Junkman
screamed as he noticed that the tunnel’s structure had taken
a blow, and it was quickly filling with water…
“Ah, THERE he is,” remarked Quickman, spotting a battered,
yet still swimming Bubbleman, flowing along with the rushing current. “Now
come on!” He then grabbed Woodman by the arm, and with a streak
of light, they were out of the tunnel, with Bubbleman soon to follow.
Junkman, however, wasn’t exactly known for his agility… and
soon, the current picked him up, and tossed him around…
into walls, into the road, into more walls… he could only
close his eyes…
He felt a firm grip taking him up from under his arms. And a few
minutes later, the current stopped, and he was lying on solid ground… flooded
as it may be. The hand helped him up to his feet, and he opened his
eyes. The landscape of Hong Kong Island was now flooded, with hunks
of scrap floating about. It was no doubt that the place was even
more of a mess than it had appeared to be when they first saw it. “Heh
heh…” Burstgirl laughed nervously. “You know,
can’t have a battle without the Drastic Measures causing some
kind of collateral damage, ya? Heh …” While Junkman
was naturally somewhat annoyed by this, he couldn’t help but
thank Burst for the speedy rescue.
“So… we free the captives finally?” Burst mentioned
after a short silence. “I suppose…” Junkman said
solemnly. “But if what that Wily bot said is true… that
Mesmer bastard could be waiting for us. So we must be on our guard
at all costs. Avi… are you prepared to confront him?”
“Like we have a choice?” Burst said. “Nevertheless,
of course I am. I’ll see to it that he is buried in a nice,
bubbly grave.” The two proceeded to the encampment, where surely
the rest of both teams, Drastic Measures and Wily’s Warriors
alike, were gathered to face their common foe…
--------------------
Flashman sighed with despair. This was... horrible.
He gazed at Turboman, who knelt beside the lifeless body of his friend.
He saw the transformer's body shake with rage, with pain, with sorrow.
It was as if the slightest touch would set him off, barring Flash
from his attempts at consolation.
There was nothing he or Mr. Whiz could have done. Whiz was too damaged
to try and stop the attack. And Flashman... he didn't have enough
time to react. He had all the time in the world, and yet it wasn't
enough.
He felt sick inside... he should have tried...
A sonic boom was heard as Quickman returned to the scene. Behind
him, several more figures followed. Air, Crash, Cloud, Spring, Bubble,
Wood, Burst, Junk; they all followed the speedster. They were not
close enough yet, however, to see the tragedy that had occurred.
"Alright guys, where's-" Quickman stopped his inquiry when
he saw Turboman knelling. Puzzled, he walked to get a better view
of that spot- and then regretted it. "Oh... oh no..."
A horrified gasp escaped from Burstgirl's lips. The others, both
Wily's Warriors and Drastic Measures, stared at the scene with varied
reactions. Flashman and Whiz walked over to Quickman, the former
looking downward.
"Mesmerman did this, didn't he?" the scarlet speedster
asked. A weak nod confirmed it. "Damn it." Furrowing his
brow, he turned around and paced, thinking. After several steps,
he stopped and turned toward the DM.
"You guys still have troops, right?"
Springman nodded. "Just what are you thinking about?"
Quickman asked himself the same thing. Truthfully, they should still
be fighting on another. Wily's machines were one of the RPD's top
targets, and the RPD was the last crutch in Wily's way to world domination.
Things would have been much similar that way.
But they weren't. The Scissor Army was involved. THEY were the true
threat.
In his mind, Starnik thought, what the hell, and opened his
com link. "Hey Naoshi, you reading me?"
--------------------
Some distance away, far away from the weapons range of one of third
camp, Metalman waited with the collection of troops. He wondered,
why by all means, they had left him in charge of them all. He knew
he wasn't THAT smart... unless that was Wily's plan all along! Send
out stupid generals to confused the enemy, then-
"Hey Naoshi, you reading me?"
Metal blinked for a few seconds, then realized that it was his special
radio transmitter. He clicked it and replied, "Hey Starnik.
What's up?"
"You still have enough troops with you?"
"Sure, I- wait, are you suggesting I got some of them blown
up already?"
"...how many?"
"Surprisingly, only one."
Silence. "Okay Naoshi, listen carefully. I want you to send
all the heavy units in first. The RPD is going to be attacking the
camp nearby too, but DON'T fight them. I repeat, DON'T fight them.
Go after the SA. Got it?"
While Metal was surprised with his orders, he was able to get them
down to three basic details: Kill bad guys. SA bad guys. RPD NOT
bad guys. "Okay then!" Turning to some Joes, he said, "We
still got that Devil? Yeah? Let it loose!"
--------------------
From over his communicator, Quickman waited. He was surprised to
hear that Metalman mentioned a yellow devil. They were pretty rare
and could do a lot of damage, as long as it remembered to constantly
protect its weak point. Most likely it would be the first to fall,
but if it did enough damage beforehand...
A large explosion ripped through the dead city. Following it came
the sounds of gunfire and smaller explosions. Whether it was the
RPD or Wily's forces, someone had begun their attack against the
encampment.
Already, the DM and WW were prepped to lead their respective forces,
save for Turboman. Starnik looked at the two groups and nodded solemnly,
then turned his attention back to his com. "Okay Naoshi, just
stay back until we meet up with you."
"Alrighty then! I'll just hide behind- OH CRAP SON OF A BITCH
DAMNIT!" Sounds of Metal Blades were heard in the background.
Quickman tensed with fright. What had just happened? "Naoshi?
Naoshi! Are you alright!?" If the SA had managed to get the
drop on Metalman...
"A BIRD CRAPPED ON ME!" More swishing noises. "DIE,
SHIT HAWKS, DIE!"
Finding no way to respond to that, Quickman sighed with relief, mumbled
a
"stay put" and turned off his communicator. Whiz and Flashman
had already walked over with the others and were ready to go. The
DM where gathered near Turboman, who still knelt before the remains
of his friend.
"...Strike..." Springman mumbled. "We should get going.
Our forces will need our help." No replied came forth at that
point. Turboman remained in his place, still enraged, still devastated.
"SD," he finally mumbled, "get everyone to the camp.
I'll... catch up."
Junkman nodded solemnly and motion for his team to follow the Warriors,
who had already began their journey to the battlefield. Soon enough,
only Turboman remained... along with his murdered friend.
The scene was still fresh in his mind. A simple split second in time;
that was all it took for it to happen. That's all it took for him
to lose one of his friends... and worst of all, he couldn't even
put up a fight otherwise.
Turboman vowed silently and slowly, and reluctantly, moved to pick
up his saber.
Mesmerman would pay. No matter what... he would pay.
--------------------
It was Toronto all over again, Junkman mused to himself, as laser
bolts and bullets went flying by directly over his head, a few even
connecting to his floating defenses. In their destruction, more and
more pieces came to replace it, many times over. The RPD units were
fighting valiantly against the Scissor Army bots, who also had to
deal with the Wily Bots. Normally, he would have jumped right into
the battle and destroyed his own fair share, but not today. Today....he
had bloodlust. Mesmerman would not survive this battle in one piece.
No one justs....hacks his teamma- No, his friend to pieces.
Springman was bouncing through the mobs of enemies, trying to keep
pace with the Scarlet Speedster. Each step on the ground just made
him angrier. Could his friend really be dead? Robot's aren't killed
by what would kill a human, but having your head cut off? Springman
then grabbed a Sniper Joe, a Scissor Army varriant that is Sniper
Joe only in the name. The Joe was held about 14 feet from him, as
he started to smash it into the ground, over and over again, until
nothing was left. He wasn't sure why he did it, but it made him feel
better. Not a lot better, but enough to be able to go into the battle
with Mesmerman with a much needed clear head.
Cloudman stayed high up enough from the battle to stay safe. The
normally comical Robot Master couldn't make any jokes right now.
He was determined to destroy the Robot that did that to his friend.
He was brought out of his musing by a Sniper Joe firing up at him.
Cloudman didn't even blink as he shifted his foot to it's lighting
gun configuration. He didn't even aim as he rained lightning down
at the Joe, destroying many. They were just small fry. Mesmerman
though, he would get Cloud's full attention. He was going to pay.
Burstgirl was running down the path cleared by the first of the Wily's
Warriors. She had covered herself in her bubble shield. With each
step she took, she dropped a Remote Mine. “You never know...” she
says to herself. Anytime a Joe tried to come into the path, it exploded
with a strong force. Each time it happened, she couldn't help but
chuckle to herself. It hurt her, to be laughing at a time like this,
but she couldn't just generate more power for Mesmerman. She wanted
to destroy the laughing monstrosity, not feed it. She continued on,
soon reaching the area where they converged to get ready.
Junkman made himself stop as he came to where the other Robots where.
He was the last one to get there, His extra shielding making him
a lot slower than normal. The Wily's Warriors were standing a little
bit futher off, out of view. They were “working” together,
they just can't announce it. Junkman looked at his team mates, his
friends, and each one nodded. With a nod himself, they started off
into the area that Mesmerman was in. The Warriors started in at the
same exact time.
Turboman still hadn't moved. He still was kneeling over Freezeman's
body, and his disattached head. He still had a look of complete disbelief
on his face. Yet, as he sat there...he knew he was hurting his friends.
They were off fighting this deranged robot that did this...and he
was just sitting there. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. Getting
up, and moving Freezeman's body to a safer spot, he transformed into
car mode and sped off. He won't let anyone else die. Not if he could
help it. He would do everything in his power to safe his friends.
He just had to.
--------------------
The SA Joes fought zealously against both the the RPD's forces and
Wily's. With only a third of their total force guarding the encampment,
even the inferior robots that Wily sent out (including their low-class
cousins) were giving them trouble. But they refused to back down; "for
the glory of Elysium," as they would shout out, they would fight
on.
Their zeal did little to protect them from Woodman. Lumbering into
the camp, several Joes began to fire on him, only to have their shots
scattered by a set of metallic leaves. The shield held true as Wood
began to charge the attacking group. Several of them meet their end
at the back of his razor-leaf coated wrists.
The other Warriors were also getting their fair share of combat.
A tornado of shrapnel formed at a nearby guard tower as Air and Metal
wore down the defending SA troops. Crashman was weaving between volleys
of fire, launching various missiles from every compartment he could
uncover. Those that hit their targets directly made quite a mess.
Flashman was little in over his head, though, as a SA Joe charged
him. He ducked under the rifle's discharge and knocked the Joe in
the side of it's head with his buster. Dazed, but still determined,
the Joe grabbed it's combat knife and attempted to stab Flashman
in his optics. It failed to see Flash's left hand grab the fallen
rifle and, wielding the makeshift club, smacked the Joe in the head
again, finishing the weakened armor with a point blank buster barrage.
This caught the attention of more Joes, prompting Flashman to time
warp away to a safer position.
That left Quickman, Bubbleman and Mr. Whiz. The two speedsters launched
their energy boomerangs in quick succession while keeping fire away
from their aquatic companion. Bubbleman wouldn't have lasted long
on his own otherwise. And despite that, his weapon would be pivotal
very soon.
Crashman reloaded his armaments while taking cover behind the remains
of a Big Eye. Flashman appeared next to him a split second later. "These
guys don't quit, do they?" The bomber quickly agreed with his
friend and together they went back to fighting the enemy, plasma
and bombs flying.
The carnage continued. Many Wily robots have already been destroyed,
the same for the RPD forces. But the SA was slowly beginning to lose
ground. Things would most likely change once backup from the other
camps arrived, but until then, the advantage was not theirs.
A vrooming sound caught Quickman's attention and he looked toward
the ruined gate barrier. Sure enough, Turboman had finally decided
to show up, racing down the ruined streets in his car form. Apparently,
a unit of SA reinforcements had happened to be in his way. Now they
were either smashed silly or flying through the air in various comical
ways. Quickman smiled at the display, then returned to the task at
hand.
The guard tower that Airman and Metalman had assault now fell with
a great roar. Spying a few approaching Joes, Metal launched a flurry
of Metal Blades at them. Not unexpectedly, many of them still stood
afterwards and began to open fire. Panicked, Metal backpedaled while
Airman took it upon himself to blow away the offenders.
Suddenly, a gap in the SA forces could be seen clearly... one that
lead straight to the captive humans! Junkman saw it and shouted some
orders to a trio of Special Forces that had been busy defending their
weaker comrades. The three machines began to make their way toward
the captives, Junkman reforming some of his armor with the various
scrap lying around. Woodman noticed the gap too and called upon some
Wily Joes to follow him.
Both groups made their way through the gap, well aware that there
might be trouble just beyond the line of defense. In a flash, Flashman
and Crashman were also beyond the line, running to catch up with
Woodman. The others were too occupied to even think about helping,
as several more groups of reinforcements began to pop up.
The trouble they expected revealed itself as one of the RPD Special
Forces lost its head in a quick, slicing motion. Junkman whirled
around and saw a blood red scythe fly away from the decapitated body
and toward the other two. They ducked just in time as the weapon
sailed overhead, only to sharply turn and back at them, spinning.
A large, serious gash appeared in the torsos of both remaining units,
who feel down shortly afterward.
A chilling laughter broke through the battlefield over the sounds
of gunfire and explosions. Far above the captive humans floated Mesmerman's
terrifying hologram, his scythe floating back to his side. He said
nothing, instead continuing his laughter as he surveyed the field.
Spotting the specter, Quickman's eyes went wide. "It's Mesmer!"
Seeing Mesmerman glance at his other friends, he quickly grabbed
Bubbleman and tossed him onto his back. "Hand on little buddy,
this is gonna be tight!"
"Oh boooOOOOOYY!!!" The duo speed off in a jiffy, Whiz
tailing them a split second later. But, seeing Airman and Metalman
having a little trouble with the reinforcements, opted to assist
them instead. He skidded for several feet before switching directions,
just barely missing an explosive blast where he was a mere second
ago.
Things had heated up to a boiling point. It was unsure just what
the outcome was going to be. But if anything was sure, it was that
somebody was going to be getting a major hurting.
The question is, would it be Mesmerman, the Drastic Measures, or
Wily's Warriors?
--------------------
"Pleased to meet you!" Mesmerman laughed aloud over the
roaring tide of the warfare below him, "I hope you guess my
name."
The struggling robot masters tried to bring their collective firepower
to bear on the white monstrosity, but the SA forces, and the rapidly
arriving reinforcements, were forcing their attention elsewhere.
Mesmerman was left free to send down his scythe at will, dismembering
and slaughtering Wily and RPD forces alike.
Until Quickman and Bubbleman got close enough. Quick Boomerangs and
Bubble Lead flew hard and fast, and Mesmerman simply laughed as the
shots impacted on his form. And he vanished.
The effect was immediate. The Scissor Army forces simply stopped
moving, taking some of the other combatants by surprise more than
any kind of surprise attacks. Cloudman floated down and poked a Joe
which fell over uncerimoniously.
Bubbleman looked at Quick. "Was that it?"
"Not a chance," the Warriors' leader said, shaking his
head and trying to think. Why would the army just stop if their commander
had disappeared? Mesmerman couldn't be dead, Quickman was sure of
that. The white bastard had come back already too many times for
that. So what was his angle?
"Whiz," he said, watching Metalman's forces come plowing
in, destroying unresisting SA Joes left, right and center, "we
need to get these human out of here while we can."
"What about Wily?" Mr. Whiz asked.
"Look, after we find out what kind of trap Mesmerman set for
us, THEN we can worry about who gets what around here, okay?"
"Maybe Mesmerman did not set a trap. Maybe he's fled the battlefield?" Whiz
suggested.
"Not a chance," Turboman said, drawing closer with the
burning fires of hell in his voice. "He CAN'T run away. I won't
let him."
"He's not trying," Mr. Whiz shrugged.
Bubbleman, Quickman, and Turboman all looked at him. "What?" Quickman
asked after a moment.
The clone robot shrugged again. "He's not trying to run away.
He's just preying on your ignorance."
"What?" Quickman repeated.
"MOVE IT!" Turboman shouted, shoving Quickman out of the
way as Mr. Whiz launched himself forward, colliding with Turboman
at an unhealthy speed for the both of them. The pair of robots went
tumbling across broken concrete and deactivated bodies.
"What the hell is going on?" Bubbleman asked, helping Quick
to his feet.
"Something funny!" Quickman chuckled as he delivered a
lightning-quick punch into Bubbleman's face.
"OW! What the hell, man?"
"Oh, please? You can't figure this out?" Quickman laughed,
something about his voice sounding off. His hand went to his neck,
rubbing it, and only now did Bubbleman notice the thick cable that
had hooked itself onto his leader. "I'm MESMERMAN, you twit!"
"Dammit!" Bubbleman shouted, letting loose a Lead Bubble
that knocked Quickman over and dislodged the cable. The overriding,
insane laughter, which had died down when Mesmerman's virtual avatar
had disappeared, surged into the height of volume again as Mesmerman's
robotic form hauled itself out of the shattered ground like the dead
rising from the grave.
Bubbleman leapt backwards and attempted another shot, but the Masterless
Puppet simply weaved sideways, hauling himself into the air on four
of his eight cables and leaping after his prey with a fresh wave
of laughter.
The Scissor Army sprang to life again, catching their opponents off
guard. As the reinforcements from the other two camps arrived, robots
that had gotten complacent with the lack of violence found themselves
suddenly defending themselves in terrible positions across the ruined
camp. The tactic drew a collective 'Oh, S#!T' from both Drastic Measures
and the Warriors.
Turboman rolled the unconcious Whiz off of him and got to his feet,
catching his breath after the impact of the hit he'd taken. Quickman
also picked himself up, his head pounding. For the breifest of moments,
he'd been locked in a shadow world where all he could see was Mesmerman's
demented face, laughing at him. Not a pleasant experience.
Bubbleman, on the other hand, found that hitting Mesmerman with his
most glaring weakness was a challenge, due to the other robot's ability
to weave and shift around on his four cables. He also found it incredibly
difficult to avoid the other four, which shot forward with serpentine
speed. So far, he'd managed to avoid a direct hit to his body, but
that was becoming more and more problematic.
Salvation came in the form of Quickman, the vermillion blur rushing
under the maddening robot, yanking his cables out of the gound and
hauling him down to earth. Bubbleman leapt on the opportunity and
unleashed a barrage of Lead Bubbles that actually silenced the laughter
in the air.
Bubbleman smiled at Quickman, but was met only with the grinning
face of Mesmerman's virtual avatar instead of the friendly smile
of his leader.
"Oh, god... no..." Bubbleman gasped, realizing what had
actually happened.
"NO!" Quickman shouted back in the real world as Mesmerman
hauled his new prize high into the air. Bubbleman's body hung limply
in his grip, one of those damn cables wrapped around his throat.
The laughter rose to a tidal wave of twisted amusement as another
cable wrapped around Bubbleman's leg, and began to tear the limb
off.
Quickman was already running, Turbo only a hair behind him, when
the Metal Blades sang through the air like bladed messiahs, lopping
off the two cables holding Bubbleman, as well as three others, and
letting gravity's sweet embrace take hold of the scuba-themed robot
master. Quickman slid under the body, smashing into Mesmerman's legs
and lower cables, while Turboman leapt over, his Scorch Saber burying
deeply into Mesmerman's head. The combined momentum of the pair sent
the suddenly silent body crashing to the ground.
Quickman picked himself up as Turboman drew his saber out of the
dead form of Mesmerman's body. The two of them stood poised, ready
to strike, in case he began to move again. All around them, the SA
once again went rigid, motionless.
"Is he REALLY dead this time?" Bubbleman groaned, trying
to stand up despite his damaged leg.
"I never can tell," Quickman sighed. "That bit at
the end there was pretty cool though. We should work together like
that more often," he grinned, looking at Turboman. The leader
of Drastic Measures, however, did not seem to be in the mood for
it.
"Bastard," Turboman spat at the corpse at his feet. "It
wasn't enough. You should have suffered. Especially for what you
did to Freeze."
The voice, high and cold, came from behind him. "Dying isn't
something I do for a chuckle."
All three groaned. "Do you EVER DIE?" Quickman shouted,
looking at Mesmerman, who now stood a distance away from all of them.
The SA was still not moving, except for a precious few that were
poised the leap in the way of an attack on their commander. Quickman
looked down at the body at his feet and looked back up. "Seriously!
What the hell ARE you?"
Mesmerman chuckled. "I am a monument to all of your sins."
"One of these days, he'll say something that makes sense," Quickman
sighed, "and I'll die of a heart attack. Just you watch."
Mesmerman laughed, a mirthless thing that chilled the spine. "I
only returned to this field of battle to congratulate you all. You've
managed to cock up my harvest. When you morons came crashing through
the gates, you replaced the aimless feelings of utter despair with
hope. Ugh.
So, as your prize, I and my forces are officially withdrawing from
Hong Kong. I guess I just have to take the complete evisceration
of every human in the other two camps as a sort of going away present.
The General will be so disappointed that I couldn't kill EVERYONE,
of course, but I did manage to kill one of your men, and I suppose
that counts for something."
Turboman took a swing, his blade meeting no resistance as is sliced
through the hologram of the Masterless Puppet. He could FEEL the
grin it flashed him. "Au revoir, my little friends. Do play
nice together."
And in a blinding flash of light, the remnants of the Scissor Army
vanished in a single mass teleportation.
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Starnik put his hand behind his head. “I give him one thing,
that guy sure knows how to make an exit.” he said, sighing.
Every joint in him was screaming in agony. He was looking forward
to just getting back to Wily's castle for a nice oil bath.
Bubbleman just collapsed. “Pah! He’s just lucky he got
away when he did! He was about to face some serious PUKU JUSTICE!” The
scuba robot bravely claimed, though the lack of energy behind his
statements betrayed his false bravado.
Cyros eyed the surrounding area. “I can’t believe he
would just leave the city like that to us. How are we sure he won’t
be back, with reinforcements?”
Starnik merely shrugged. “We don’t. We caught him unprepared
today, I think. Plus, you said he mentioned something about his goals
conflicting with the General’s… who knows if he even
could spare any more troops.” He turned to face the city. It
was damaged, but not like other cities the SA had burned through.
It was easily salvageable. Heck, in a month, the city could be back
to its old self again, at least production-wise. While it bothered
him that Mesmer had been able to make off with two camps worth of
humans, they HAD managed to save the ones in the other camps. It
wasn't perfect, but it was a lot better than what the RPD or Wily
had done so far in other cities. “I, for one, will simply be
glad to put one in the win column for a change.”
“What about our RPD friends, over there?” motioned Darksage.
The Drastic Measures seemed to be huddled around Turboman. The mood
in the air was a far more somber tone compared the Warriors, to say
the least.
Damn… thought Quick. I know what he’s going
through. But what can I say to him? How can I give advice to someone
when I don’t even know how to deal with my own problems? “…I
don’t think we’ll have to worry about them, Crash. They’ve
got… their own issues to work through, now.”
“Oh boy!” bounced Whiz, who had apparently woken up from
his little concussion.
“I can’t wait to tell Master Wily the good news! Once
we take down the teleportation dampeners, we can start transporting
some permanent defensive structures right away!” the little
clone said jubilantly as he readied the com-unit built into his arm.
“Oh good gravy. Can I hit him now?” sighed Airman.
Starnik couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s fine with
me.”
THWACK!
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The Drastic Measures team sat high on the same cliff where their “adventure”
started. The Battle was still fresh in their minds. It was a few
hours before Turboman was able to get the clarification for the teleportation
out. They were tired and damaged. All they looked forward to was
their repairs. The chewing out would come later, but right now getting
healed was all that mattered. Turboman watched as Cloudman was the
first to teleport out, followed by Burstgirl. Springman was next,
then Junkman. Turboman was last, Freezeman being in pieces held by
him. What felt like an eternity later, though it was mere seconds,
they were all back at the RPD headquarters. Each one collasped to
the floor, Freezeman's limp form falling infront of them all. Not
a single one made any movement for a long time. None of them wanted
to admit that they failed for the second time.
They all jumped at once. Freezeman's body started to shimmer. Soon
they all were able to see through it. Not long after, it ceased to
exist.
“No!” Yelled Burstgirl. “Does that mean...?”
“That BASTARD STILL HAS HIM!” Turboman, uncharacteristically,
screamed. “
MESMERMAN! YOU'RE DEAD THE NEXT TIME WE MEET!”
“Shadow, calm down. This means he still may be alive.” Springman
says, trying to calm his leader down.
“You think that's any better? Look at what he did to Lennon,
and Kenta. You think that's really any better?” Turboman says
to him, his voice full of hatred.
“ Yes. It mean's we can still save him.” Junkman says. “and
I'm sorry about this.” Turboman was about to question him when
Junkman punched him in the face, knocking him out. “He's probably
going to hate me for that...but he needs to calm down. “
“You punched him!” Cloudman yells.
“He was hysterical. He'll be better when he wakes up.” Junkman
rationalizes.
“But the situation won't be any better. Mesmerman still has
Freezeman. You really think he'll ever be able to calm down about
that?” Burstgirl adds.
“We can only hope so....”
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In the dead silence of the world around him, Freezeman woke up. The
first thing his did was cough violently, trying hard to dislodge
whatever was stuck in his throat. Then he tried to move, and found
that impossible.
"What the hell..." Freezeman managed to say before a cold
feeling cut through the air.
That grin. That damn, dead grin. Unchanging, eternal, and damn annoying.
All he could see were painted teeth and an eye that never blinked,
plastered on the sphere pierced by the otherwise comical ring that
threw even more weirdness into the entire presentation.
"My, my, my... we ARE a piece of work." Mesmerman chuckled. "And
when I'm done with you, you'll be an even BETTER piece of work."
Freezeman's mind went numb as Mesmerman's robotic form tightened
its grip on his neck, but he managed to swear. "You're gonna...
turn me into an SA officer, huh?"
The tightening of the grip suddenly halted. Then a crescendo of laughter
spilled into the still air. "An unwilling pawn of the Scissor
Army? Oh, but my friend, it's been done. Over and over and over.
No, I was thinking of something... different for you."
"Do tell," Freezeman coughed.
Mesmerman's disconnected arms swept outward, gesturing grandly at
the vast darkness. "You are in my Eden! Were you to get loose
in here, you might be able to cause some serious damage. Luckily,
there's no chance of that happening."
"There isn't?" Freeze found himself saying. This drew a
wicked look from Mesmerman.
"Of course you can't. You aren't even in control of your own
body anymore. I'm playing you like a puppet merely to amuse myself
at this point."
"Ah." That explained the numb feeling of being forced to
speak.
Mesmerman swept an arm out at the darkness. "It'll never end,
you know. As long as I have all of this, it'll never be over. So
long as my essence pervades every corridor and hallway of this magnificent
structure, I shall NEVER die." He chuckled for a while before
turning slowly to look at Freezeman.
"And, as my... personal bodyguard, neither shall you."
"Fun," Freezeman coughed unenthusiastically.
"Oh, it shall be!"
And with that, Mesmerman used his power over his captive's body to
shut off Freezeman's ability to speak while leaving his mind free
to witness the horrors the Terror of Perception was about to visit
upon his form. As he set to work, Mesmerman began to talk to no one
in particular in a cold, haunting tone.
"Our TV leaders boldy speak, and the words of Christ they try
to preach. We need more power to hold the line, but my endless darkness
still abides. It must be hell living in the world, living in the
world like you. Must be hell living in the world and suffering in
the world like you do..."
The words carried outward into the darkness, and Freezeman tried
desperately to scream.