Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
By Classi-Cal, Starnik
"Zis ist quite some
damage, Classi-Cal." The crazy doctor reminded her. He used his
medical equipment to poke around at the severed wires and contorted
metal scraps inside of Spark's side. Each small twist or touch made
her bite her lip, "It shouldn't be all zat difficult to fix."
Atleast she could be relieved in that reality. Wily knew her best even if she
was gone so long. It didn't mean she was all that comfortable, there was bad
history between the two. But that was about to be patched up so to say... as
she had a new goal.
"Thank you, Doctor." the woman bot hummed as more of her inner working
was prodded at.
With everything that has happened so far, there was just too much at stake for
her to lolligag around for. She needed initiative to gain the 'control' she and
Quick were aiming for. As the doctor's skilled hands tended to her wound she
attacked her past, so that she could gain a future. Where would she start though?
Thinking of the time before she entered the community, before she even knew one
existed. Before she met RockMan... before Ben... before it all.
“You vill stay here and recover,” he told her. “I don’t
vant you out zere fighting.” He finished.
Rewiring a few more spots he began to close her injury up. When he was done it
would look as if nothing happened. Now all that was left was the cracks and burns
in her armor.
“No… Doctor, this is something that even I can’t sit idle.” She
winced, but found that the hard part of her repairs was over. “I need to
be out there. Your name can’t be heard if it’s downed out by the
other groups right?”
She gave a smile to her creator, who only seemed incredibly flattered by her.
“N—no my dear! You must stay here and regain your strength. You vill
be up and running soon, but you must rest.”
Her bottom lip puffed up in a pout. “Pleeeease???”
Well, what was the old man to say against a face like that? One he molded into
perfection, perfection of his own tastes. She was hoping she might perhaps be
sent with Starnik this time around.
“I can’t have you hurt again. I vill send you on an easy mission.”
Easy? But… what could possibly be easy in this era of war!?
“But Doctor…”
“No, I vill send a large squad to accompany you and guard you. You vill
travel to Germany and bring some personal items of mine back.”
Personal items? What did he leave in Germany that was important enough to mission
for? And how large of a squad would be accompanying her this time around?
“As a Mechanical Maniac I’m capable of much more.”
The mentioning of her team not setting well on the scientist. He grabbed her
shoulder and looked into her eyes. It forced her to calm down immediately.
“Until I say you are safe, you vill not do anything too harmful. I vill
make sure of zat. Zat wretched ShadowMan has corrupted you long enough! You are
a lady!”
She was a lady? It actually made her both happy and confused. Happy to be compared
to by a human woman, but confused that her robotic side was being overlooked.
She was stronger than he gave her credit for. But as Spark looked up to him… she
could see he was actually concerned that she might be hurt again. How strange… a
look Wily never once gave her before.
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