The Sinister Six In:


The New Team Awakens

Classic Sinister Six Epilouge

Narrator: Megalopolis lies in ruins.  The bustling city, home to many both human and robot, is now a wasteland.  Rubble fills the streets, buildings are decimated and the hospitals are filled past capacity.  War, as it has been said many a time, is a horrible thing.  Megalopolis, no...the world, is lucky to have survived this dark cloud of pain and suffering, for the master behind it all was Red, a proto-doppelganger of the prankster known as Iceman.  Red had come to collect his toll for the millenia of hate, the centuries of suffering and the years of abandonment he beleived he suffered at the hands of his father, Dr. Thomas Light.  Driven insane by being sent back in time eons and having to live onward to the current era Red has survived by devouring the essences of those around him.  Eating souls gave him power, and he has consumed a multitude of souls.  Red was a god, and he would not be denied his sacrifices.

Of course, with Darkness comes its foil, its mirror, Light.  Red was no exception, Robot Master rose up to face him, including the magestic Mechanical Maniacs lead by Gauntlet (known as Shadowman), the wonderous Wily's Warriors captained by Starnik (known as Quickman), the righteous Robotic Raiders formed by Captain Sparky (known as Searchman) even the tremendous Tech Tyrants joined forces pushed forward into battle by Naop (known as Astroman), leading the charge ahead of them all was the stupendous Sinister Six.  Many others joined the battle, Robot Masters with out teams amassed into a gigantic militia to face the clone army of Neo Dragoons, the brainwashed son of X-Force leader Ben, also called Magma Dragoon.

War can not come with out battles, and battles there were.  Furious skirmishes through out the city raged on for what seemed eternity.  Finally, salvation at the hands of an eskimo.  Iceman sacrificed himself to end Red's terror, but at a price.

His own life.

His was not the only casualty.  Many fell, first and most notably was the X-Force.  The heros of an alternate 21xx had their entire timeline wiped from multiversal existance.  Also falling were the great ones known as Pixel Boy, Quickie, Zero X IceZero X Gold, Phantom, Windman, Fanewgie, Entity, Cano, Gigaman, Fushidane, Kwik Man, and Lysekoid.

Now, their friends must face life with out them as they rebuild their city and the world.  However, things are never as peacful as one hopes them to be...

 

=Wily's Secret Lab, which is also in ruins, its roof having caved in=

Bass: *Pushing a large peice of roof out of his way as he enters the main lab* Wily?!?  Wily are you alright? ..... Are you Alive?? *mutters* ...with my luck...

Wily: *Muffled, from under a pile of rubble* Over here Bass!!

Bass: *moves more roof peices around, calling out again to pinpoint his creators location* Doc?? Say again... I can barely hear you!

Wily: *screams* EEEEOW!!

Bass: Doc!! You're alright, what happend... were you hurt in the cave-in?  Did I injure you moving the wreckage around?

Wily: *jerking his arm, tears in his eyes* No you fool, you're standing...on...my...foot!!

Bass: *takes a step back* sorry about that Doc.... at least your alive.

Wily: *limply holding his hand, casts a glare at Bass when he sniggers* Yes... I see you survived as well.  After I get my hand inspected in the medical lab, we will begin the salvaging processes.  I want to know what happened to those twin eskimos after the explosion, so, visual records of their battle are a priority.

Bass: *hidding snickers, bows his head* Yes Master... will you need assistance to the medical lab?

Wily: Yes, we have no idea how badly the base has been damaged, I might need you to move rubble.

Bass: *salutes, moving his buster arm over his chest* of course Master... *mutters*... what I am Gutsman?

Wily: What?

Bass: Nothing, just running a diagnostic.

Wily: *grumble/growls as he stands from the rubble and walks out of the main lab to the medical lab*

Bass: Any speculation on the outcome of the battle?

Wily: When last I checked my spy's scanners, the energy levels of the two were nearing off-chart.  Oddly, their energy's spectral readings were from the opposite ends of our known energy spectrum.

Bass: *raising a quizical eyebrow* ...known energy spectrum?

Wily: *nods as he continues* Yes, our known energy spectrum.  Some of the energy readings were inconclusive, unreadable.... past the edges of the spectral analyzer I was scanning them with.

Bass: *shocked look* But... I helped you assemble that machine, its the most powerful analyzer ever built, and this energy...

Wily: Yes, the energy outputs of the two eskimos at the height of their battle was reading past both edges of the extreme...also... I must reanalyze the readings, some of the energy patterns don't make sence...

Bass: *moves some rubble out of the way* ...we better take the stairs...

Wily: *nods* indeed.

Bass: *thinking* Wily's worried... he obviously doesn't like the readings he received... but why?  I doubt he'd tell me, anal retentive, paranoid psycho he is... so I'll have to snoop when I get some free time...

Wily: *walking down the stairs* Come Bass... we have much to do, the Sinister Six and the other teams, as well as the various Light Androbots will be in upheaval...'mourning' for the losses of their commrades.  Now will be our time to strike.

Bass: As you command, Master

 

=The S6's Mansion=

Narrator: The mansion of the Sinister Six is normal one of pranks, laughs, and running from IRA, the walking flamethrower...now, however, it is silent.  A heavy, sad silence hangs over the home as the teammates of Iceman each deal with the death of the friend the best way they know how.

Andon: C'mon Tim, you can't leave now.  You're the leader, if you leave then we'll fall apart and then where will Megalopolis be?  We're the cities gaurdians...

Tim: *glaring at Andon, tears misting his eyes* I don't care.  Not anymore, I can't stand loosing friends... We lost Edward and I almost quit.  Red is dead, Iceman too.  I'm finished, done with the hero biz for good.  The team can go to hell for all I care!

Andon: *shocked* You...you don't really mean that?

Tim: Oh yeah I do.  We fight and fight, get injured and for what?  To loose Iceman to another damned eskimo, this one with a jones for world desimation!  No more.  I'm quiting the team, It's over Andon, the dream, the hopes, its over.

Andon: But... Ice...Gary's memorial service is today, aren't you at least going to pay respect to him?

Tim: Respect to what?  An empty statis pod?  His body was vaporized Andon, there was nothing to recover.

Andon: Maybe...maybe it'll help, I dunno.  You're the leader Tim, you can't abandon us.

Tim: Jason already has.  He walked out saying he quit, haven't seen him since.  I haven't seen Scott, and IRA is out getting drunk.  We've already abandoned the team.

Andon: You don't think I want to just curl up into a little ball too?  We lost a friend Tim, we can't even bury him properly because we couldn't even find enough of him to afford scraping it up with a spatula.  His memory, however, still lives in all of us, and I'll be damned if I let him die in vain.

Tim: *sighs* Andon... I...Alright...fine.  Just, let me get some sleep.

Andon: *nods* Yeah, some sleep would be nice.

*Both Elecman and Gutsman go to their seperate room, detransforming into the human forms and slipping into their beds for a rest, however dreamless or restless it might be, it was something.*

Scott: *coming out of the kitchen* Guys?  Weird, I thought I heard Tim and Andon arguing...wonder what Gary did n--... *sullenly goes back into the kitchen* ...Gary didn't do anything, almost forgot he was dead.  *checks the timer on the oven* 15 minutes...I guess that'll do, I mean... at least I'm doing something to help Megalopolis since Jason left and IRA's out.

*The door to the kitchen opens and Scott, turning his head to see who, notices IRA step in.  The master of fire staggers, one robotic eye surrouned with a raised purple bruise and his armor full of dents.*

Scott: IRA?? What the hell happened to you?

IRA: *grumbles as he goes to the fridge and grabs a beer*

Scott: ...IRA?

IRA: *tosses the now finished beer bottle into the recycle bin and bleches, with the acompanying small fireball* Nothing...I gots nothing.

Scott: Where've you been?

IRA: Out *hiccups* taking care of some business.  Someone knows where Gary is, but no one will tell me

Scott: Gary's dead....

IRA: *angerly* LIAR... Gary's *hic* not dead... its just another prank, he'll pop out any minute...he's not... *goes completly limp, falling to the floor with a thud*

Scott: IRA?

IRA: *passed out on the floor* X_X *hic*

The Unfinished End