The Business of War
Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
Dr. Cossack War Journals 4
By Winterman, Jade, Neolan, Sean, Zymeth, Snipe, Hunter, Saturn Ballard, Naop, Anime Master, Mahajarah, Jet, Zapper, Draconis, Megaman N, Glider, Demon Roy, Regulus,
Respect
Pluto was not in a good
position. He found some replacement parts in the Great Zodiac's cargo
hold, but he was still missing over half of the pieces needed to repair
his freezer-pack. Now he had to get it repaired, or BOTH of his extra
attacks wouldn't work.
Pluto shuffled down the hallway, like a kid having to see the principal.
Telling Mikhail that he would need a custom cooling unit would most
likely blow the top off his already stressed mind. Not to mention the
loss of time and money.
Opening the door to the Doctor's lab, he nervously stood in the doorway...
"What is it, Pluto?" asked Cossack.
"Um, that is to say..." Pluto sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. My cooling
unit is completely unrepairable. I rely on it for my secondary and special
attacks, so without it I'm a sitting duck."
Cossack looked tired, but strangely not angry. "I see. Well, I'm
afraid I can't help you immediately, but I'll see if I can rig something
up by next month."
Pluto was relieved, but also scared. Another month ment another mission.
Another mission could mean his life. "Thank you, sir." he
replied, knowing he could ask for no more.
As he walked down the hallway to the room he was taking up residence
in, members of the other teams sat in the corridor talking. His sensitive
hearing picked up a few hurtful comments about his team, teammates,
and himself.
"...Crusaders, Gladiators, whatever. The way I see it, they're just cosmic
failures..." "...and that Renard guy is a little fishy, I mean how
does he know Magnus? Then their Saturn up and joined Wily as soon as he could.
And then that guy that's their Pluto is a total nutcase, I hear he talks to
computers..." "...they didn't even get started on their mission until
two weeks after being assigned. Everyone says it's because their leader is
a lazy..." "...an' he said, ser'usly, they're fr'm space'. An' I
said, what, like fr'm th' planet of th' midg'ts?"
Pluto couldn't take it any more. Weeks of them talking behind the backs
of the team had finally caused him to blow up. "THAT'S IT. We'll
show you. We'll show you all! Our team will stick with Cossack to the
bitter end, and that'll be more then any of you can say!" he yelled,
storming off...
Pretty much everyone that had not been talking about the team was confused,
thinking he had blown a gasket. But those who were discrediting the
CG's loyalty and talking smack about them, knew Pluto had heard.
"Maybe now they'll stop disrespecting us." he muttered, closing his
door. "If not, I'll just have to prove them wrong by sticking to my word..."
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September 23, 20XX
6 hours after Combat in London
Slashman was troubled. The mission in London had been a success, the
Queen was safe, and the Scissor Army in that area routed. However,
he still needed to get something off his chest. He wandered aimlessly
through Cossack's cathidral when he bumped into Kalinka, who was carrying
some data files..
"Terribly sorry." said the wolverine Robot Master. "Here,
let me help you with that."
Kalinka smiled, although she too was troubled. "It's alright,
Slashman. I'll handle it." With that, she gathered her things
and started to leave.
Slashman lowered his head, his face dark and serious. "Kalinka,
am I doing the right thing?" he asked.
Kalinka turned around, confused. "What do you mean?" she
inquired.
Slashman sighed. "I don't know. I just feel out of place."
"I don't understand."
Slashman sighed. "There's more than one reason why I fight alongside
you now, the first being that I feel the government in over reacting
to what happened in Los Angles, and that event wasn't even the Mech's
fault. But there is another reason why I fight with Cossack and not
the RPD.
"You see, in this war, there are four sides. However, I only have
one enemy, the Scissor Army and that accursed General Cutman. Wily's
not worth my time, and I respect and agree with your father's views.
The RPD considres all of the other three sides a threat, not just the
Scissor Army. So, if government ordered me to attack Cossack's troops,
I just can't bring myself to do that. I respect Cossack's decision,
and think that he should be free to try and build a world where humans
and robots live equally without the government telling him otherwise.
If the robots serving under him now don't want anything to do with
the Shutdown Code, then fine. It's their choice. Nevertheless, the
government wouldn't care about my morals or reasoning. They'd just
shut me down for insbordination. So, in effect, I can't join the RPD,
mainly because they'd kill me as soon as I refused to attack Cossack.
"However, there's a little part of me that says that I should
have put my friends before my morals. I feel like I betrayed the trust
of the other members of Drastic Measures. Avi, Shadowstrike, Metabad,
they all must dispise me for what I did. I can't even bear to look
at myself in the mirror. I want to remain their friends, but it seems
like I can't do that now because I betrayed their trust! It's just
idiotic! Why can't we forget our differences and unite against a common
enemy?"
Slashman slashed the wall in frusteration. If he had tear ducts, he
would have wept. Kalinka just stood there, staring blankly for a few
seconds.
"I- I don't know what do say..." she said after a long pause.
Slashman smiled, and put his paw on her shoulder. "You don't need
to say anything, Kalinka. I just needed to get that off my chest. I
just hope you understand."
Kalinka nodded. "War is horrible for everyone. You just have to
be strong, and hope that your friends will still accept you when this
tragedy is over."
Slashman's smiled broadened as he closed his eyes. "I fight for
them, and all robots and humans everywhere. And I won't rest until
the evil General Cutman is brought to justice." He raised his
head. "Thank you for understanding."
With that, Slashman release Kalinka and continued on his way.
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Dark Honor: Knightman's War JournalKnight has always been happy with his life. He pondered it as he marched to the citadel's gates. He figured Blizzard and Skull would be just thrilled to see him. They created him after all. It was actually not too long ago that Knight first awoke.
Knight was created to don the RM's blue armor in Zymeth's place. Blizzard helped him create the robot that resided in the armor from a portion of his own Dark Energy. He was to be Zymeth's eyes, ears, and voice on the team, a role he filled quite well. He inherited much of Zymeth's personality quirks, and often forgot that he WAN'T the true Zymeth. His master, however, thought it best to avoid giving his new minion any of the memories that haunted his every waking moment.
It suited Knight just fine, as his master seemed much more vengeful than he. Regardless, he was bound by his honor to serve his creator. It seems that Knight had access to Zymeth's now-dormant knightly honor, but he still enjoyed the company of his master, and the Russian that helped create him.
The seven foot golem marched passed the guards, who were earlier warned of his coming. Blizzard had sent him a personal invite to the war, knowing full well Knight loved combat. Knight was a warrier at heart, pure and simple. He had all of Zymeth's lust for violence without his wrath and need for vengeance. He just loved conflict. He loved war. He was forever searching for the thrill of combat.
In all, Knight was happy with his life. Especially now. He had a long future of violence ahead of him. He personally loved General Cutman, for nothing else but starting this war. Also, his lord's future aspirations for world conquering promised him an eternity of conflict, a world where Zymeth's war against the wicked was eternal. He continued to march, his black cape flowing through the citadel and marching past all of his new comrades without much interest. But this was his new side, and the one he enjoyed most.
Not only does Cossack's ranks include his lord and his friends, but Cossack's goals were cunductive to his own. The RPD were fighting for a world wihout crime, and without conflict. Wily's war, should he win, would be short lived, either due to his own death or his victory, easily putting Knight back onto the sides of the battlefeild. Light was a pacifist. The General, while promising a good amount of war, was fighting for a utopia, which would rule out further fighting. So hence Knight now finds himself with Cossack, a side that practically promises not to change the world's state of war. So long as Cossack wins, there is a guerentee of more violence, and a chance for Knight to participate.
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War Journal of Frostman: Third Entry
Seven hours after Standoff in Alberta!
Well that was a rousing good time. I got to watch two of my team
mates get wounded, and I flipped out. Not only that, but I left the
battle with a familiar substance coursing through my body. Looks
like I'll be going through the same hell I thought I escaped when
I wound up here. Should I even fight it like I tried to the last
time, or just let it consume me? Hmm...there's a greater chance I'll
be stopped before I do anything too heinous in this era, then again,
I'm a behemoth this time around. It's too bad I don't have a set
of claws this time around, I'll have to resort to squishing humans
instead of ripping their heads off spine included, and using it as
a javelin. Wow, I hardly felt any remorse for enjoying that this
time. I guess I just don't care anymore. I'd at least like to crush
the old man responsible for making me this way before I completely
turn. I just hope my current team has the guts to kill me when the
time comes.
I guess talking to Cossack is out of the question, now. If I tell
him I was the cause of the genocide of whole city, it'd probably
give him a heart attack. If I tell him I enjoyed it, it'd probably
kill him on the spot. I guess I could always defect to the Scissor
Army, where my soon to emerge again blood lust would be welcomed.
Then again, I could go to Doctor Light, and maybe get some help,
but that would just eradicate my reason for living, and I'm not ready
to die, well at least not until this war is over. God, I hate reflecting
on my life, I always seem to do it, even when I just want to zone
out, and stare at nothing all day. Huh, I could always go to Wily
and plot his death right under his nose. Maybe I should join the
RPD, work my way up the ranks, and eventually get my own unit like
I did with the Hunters. ...Ha! That's a laugh. Hoo boy, I needed
that, I really did. I wonder if they've got someone like Zero? I'd
love to go back to a simple life of leading those who respected,
or more likely feared me, and pranking that bishounen wannabe everyday
of the week. Good Times, good times. Getting scolded by X afterwards
was the icing on the cake. He'd waggle his finger at me while holding
a raging Zero back, and I'd just nod, and say "It
won't happen again, sir." That never got old. Maybe I'll rejoin
the Hunters part time when I make it back, I'd love to sink my claws
into Axl. I could blame it on him, and they'd believe me. After all,
why would a tortured broody soul pull pranks?
I wonder if Yami's behaving without me there. I'll definitely have
to replace my PC if I ever get back. It's probably so full of smut,
it's running slower than a snail. I can't believe this, I'm actually
feeling homesick! I must be getting soft! I actually miss them! I
even miss Dynamo! I must be losing it if I miss that loser. I wonder
if the Shift and Stardust of this era are the ones I know. It's not
entirely impossible, but still, I doubt it. I guess I'm the only
one I know in this era.
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