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You could have it all, my empire of dirtThe rain spat on the ground in large drops, the muddy quagmire of the battlefield lit up once again by mortar fire and munitions. No one learns, not even in the face of pure evil and absolute perfection do they even catch a glimpse of what the world is supposed to be. The sky darkened, the sun leaving, saying goodbye to the bloodsoaked earth to a place where she could light a grassy field and look upon the faces of smiling contented people. However the scene of destruction, the vortex of terror existed worldwide. The Wily Wars had touched the lives of every human in existance, they either fought in it or starved because of it.
The factions drove into the center of what was once the hill, a consortium of metal and flesh sank deep into the black sands. Blood stained the grass and deepened the night, each drop spilled drove the light further and further into the horizon while beckoning the night closer and closer. Warm rain washed the night further into the ground, the fallen noticed far too late that they were being enveloped in a beautiful cacoon of sand, warm and forgiving like a mother's womb. Some resisted, and the night took them faster. Most lay back and accepted their fate, to die and be forgotten by all. The silent heroes of war.
Limbs, mangled bodies, and otherwise perfectly healthy people were swallowed into the dark abyss. And the night came, washing itself over the ground. Even though the warning of dusk encapsulated the sky for hours, nightfall came a surprise to the freedom fighters, flares were fired high into the sky. Beacons to try to bring the day back, but she had left the horror and behind her everything that the darkness offers. Pain, death, sadness, grim hollowed faces, lies, deception, murder, and hope.
The Law of Big Numbers states in no uncertain terms that on a long enough timeline eventually everything possible must happen at least once. Eventually, the cascade of evil would be stemmed; eventually the fighting would stop; eventually a hero would rise again. The earth itself shuddered and the fighting stopped, the black sand pit split itself in two. The crack unevenly bisected the dune, steam rising from the mouth scalding and melting everything nearby.
And then the mouth closed, for the second time in an hour, the earth stood still. Already the smarter of the combatants ran, the hills were their refuge from the abyss. Seconds later the earth shot up, mud and debris flying in every direction as if a massive underground munition was detonated. And rising from the explosion, what had fallen abreast the flying fortress rose from the crater. Limping on one leg, the other barely usable and covered in mud MegaMan moved towards the trees. His eyes were lifeless, singularly objective based, a cold thousand yard stare.
Disappearing into the trees, letting the night envelope him Wily contemplated his next move. He had total anarchy at his disposal, exactly what he wanted but no Robot Masters to control the drones who would usher the new world order. He still had the schematics for them, perhaps there was a way that the nanobots could create something that sophisticated... hope renewedThe body of Rock lay still, no rise and fall of his chest to show any breathing patterns. No life registered in his eyes, and yet there was a faint gleam in the furthest depths, almost as if life were hiding behind the cowls of Death. The clouds overhead opened up and the rain fell to the earth, warm and refreshing; reminiscent of a shower, everyone stopped to enjoy the sweet embrace of the water.
The crash site quickly turned to mush, then to mud. The wreckage sinking deep into the mires of the muck; ash, silt and sand mixed with the warm water to turn the site into quicksand. Rock's body sank into the earth, another soul reclaimed by the Earth Mother. The sheer weight of his body engulfed him in the heavy mud and in an instant he was nothing more than a terrible memory, the harbinger of a greater threat destroyed. The war seemed so possible to win now, by all sides; each found a new hope in it. The bastion of oppression fell from the sky
for some, and the hero of Light fell for another.
There is not much time left... core circuitry is not going to maintain stability.
What are my options?
Blast yourself out? You have 15% power left over. Not enough for a heat blast.
What about stand-by mode and send a signal out to Dr. Light?
We are too far underground for the signal to have any strength once it reaches the surface. We are on out own here.
How many nano-bots do we have left?
26% and they are reparing internal circuitry to isolate main components.
Rerout them to the energy reserves, we are going to blast our way out.
Warning: rerouting of nanotbots to weapon energy renewal will result in internal damage to primary and secondary circuitry. Seriously, they may short something important.
Something already has, you have a personality.
Fair enough. It will take a few minutes.
Let's hope it's enough.
There is only one funny thing about hope, and that's if you really need something and you rely on hope it has a tendancy to spin the wheels of probability. No one wins when they spin the wheel. No one. Hope faltersOn the ground, a war rages. A three way battle that has been fought for over five weeks, all sides dug in for the long run. The factions: Human resistance, Wily Bots, and The Liberated, all vied for supremacy in this important skirmish. The battle was over the top of the hill, the No Man's Land to gain either the tactical advantage needed to assault, or defend, Wily's fortress. Neither side could gain the upper hand on the others, as soon as one would gain a slight advantage another would capitalize on their weak spot and force a withdrawal. All sides were so entrenched that they could barely hear the sounds of combat above them over the sounds of combat surrounding them. The cries for aid, the scrapper bots and the bombs all muffled the sounds from above. Gun shots, and the injured all mixed in a myriad of destruction; Life has no more meaning here as the sound a fury took the living and forced them into the world of the dead. A Resistance soldier who was shot and injured rolled to his back, eyes towards the sky praying for a miracle to save him from the Fate about to be thrust upon him via another bullet or the flame thrower. His eyes were unfocused as he hoped with every ounce of hope he had, just a sign that maybe some day the war would end. He focused on the clouds, nice, puffy, beautiful, safe clouds. Although this one had a hole in it, his eyes focused a little more, lowering slightly as he caught a glimpse of the object. Could it be... no, there was nothing that flew that could take down Wily's flying fortress. "SERGEANT" he yelled, hoping that his sergeant was still alive."Sergeant! Look up, the fortress..." He coughed up some blood, but continued to yell, "It's falling." Within seconds the entire resistance was looking to the sky, watching the trajectory of the falling mass, trying to pinpoint were it would land. And more importantly, when it would land. Everything seemed to stop at once as everyone realized exactly where the fortress was going to land, they began to run when they realized that they only had a little over a minute to get away from no man's land before impact. The wounded soldier was left behind as the rest of the Resistance ran for the hills, willing to fight another day. For a full minute, the longest of his life the soldier watched in awe and fear as the massive fortress fell seemingly straight for him. Ain't no better way to die, he thought, too bad they won't be able to find enough of me after it's done for a hero's burial. There were explosions rocking the massive fortress every which way as it fell to the earth. The ship rocketed to the earth, smashing into the ground almost in the exact center of the hill, the impact destroying the top of the hill, reducing it to no more than a small rise. All the bodies, injured, dead and robotic were either incinerated or flew off into the hither. The injured soldier was lucky enough to be the former. And from the trees and the rocks came the resistance to climb the mound of the oppressor and cheer for their victory. They came only to the tree line, stopping short as they saw the floating robot above the wreckage of the destroyed fortress. He glowed faintly in the failing light of dusk, even from a distance his blue armor shone. He gently floated to the ground, and collapsed. ... Ends to meansWily entered the transporter room, the ship rocking and shaking with every blast from above. The small room held only the single pod, the only real escape from the falling fortress. How did it get to be so bad? There was such perfection intertwined into the Masters; how could such an imperfect piece of scrap make such a fool out of him? The ship jarred suddenly and dipped. Wily sighed and sent a silent prayer that there be enough power for at least one teleport. The lights flickered and Wily's heart skipped a beat, he silent heart attack jerking his body forward to the console. He pushed the drone aside and punched numbers into the keypad, his prayers answered. There was enough power barring a sudden blackout. The pod was 90% charged, only a minute left before there was enough power to get him out of the sinking ship. There was no need for the honor of the Captain going down with his ship; honor, pride, dignity, all dead at the beginning of the Wily Wars, Robotic warfare required a beautifully cold and calculating mind. The ship sunk further and he felt it go into free fall, he estimated that from this height it would take about 5 minutes for it to reach the ground, the pod reached full charge. He typed in commands to the pod and opened the door, climbed in and turned around to see MegaMan at the door gun pointed towards him. Ice were his eyes as the gun recoiled from the charged shot. Then there was nothing but darkness for Wily. MegaMan cursed wildly, knowing that he had gotten away once more. The ship was falling towards earth at an accelerating rate, he ran for the control room. There was about five minutes, he guessed, before the ground won. He crouched low, his legs sensing the leap he wanted to make, like a recoiling spring his body left the ground and smashed through the ceilings above. He jumped 4 stories before he ran our of momentum, he grabbed the ledge and hauled himself up, crouched again and leapt once more. Another 2 jumps later he reached the control room, his shoulders and head dented and bruised. He moved towards the main control console, three steps in he stopped cold. 4 minutes to impact, and one last Robot Master. He stood before him, almost just appearing from nothing. He stood as tall as MegaMan, slightly stockier and a small cannon for one arm. He was heavily armored, and his eyes were lifeless and unfocused. "I know what is going to happen MegaMan, you will not defeat me. I am going to destroy you, and then I am going to be destroyed from the fall. Do you understand?" Monotone was his voice, much like the voice of Death himself would be. "No, I seem to have a learning problem. Perhaps we should discuss it further." He raised his gun, making it painfully obvious that the only discussion would be in the arts of combat. Three minutes. MegaMan grabbed his 2 boomerangs and threw them at his opponent, hitting him square in the shoulder blades, each burying themselves only an inch. Adamantium armor? Perhaps Wily wanted to fight fire with fire. Why isn't he moving? He began charging the heat blaster, and grabbing two crash bombs, throwing them at Flash Man. They latched onto his waist and his legs, seconds later exploding, sending the boomerangs flying, and Flash Man back a couple of feet. The armor was barely scratched and was already patching itself. Why does he have Nanobots? "You will not win MegaMan, your weapons are already all but exhausted and I am unharmed. I will give you one chance, stop attacking and I will let us both die from the crash." Time slows, a heartbeat? What else to I have to defeat him; maybe I am meant to lose. No, there is always a way. Maybe I can't beat him in a physical battle, but I wonder how he will take a mental attack. Two Minutes. MegaMan charged at Flash Man, who stepped back a couple of paces, too slow. He grabbed up his boomerangs along the way, the heat blaster fully charged. Flash Man stood still as MegaMan buried the boomerangs sharp edges into his chest plate, they stopped barely two inches into the plating when he released the heat onto his enemy. The fire engulfed Flash Man, but did nothing since the Nanobots easily repaired all the superficial damage. "You just don't learn do you?" Flash Man said, punching MegaMan square in the jaw. MegaMan grabbed Flash Man by the throat, enough contact was made, the world fell away. One Minute. So you wish to take me down here? Intriguing, you are supposed to die of the flesh, not of the mind. Oh well. Execute 11325013. Executed. Really? A virus, I know every virus in the world. In fact I know everything there is to know. I know you can see it so how about you just give up now and let the inevitable happen. Oh, 45 seconds until impact. Executed. Amusing. It's just a small... Oh. Well played. The body of Flash Man sunk, MegaMan pulled the Metal Blade from his skull. A perfect diversion, he thought, resting his hand onto the body before him, learning his power. Knowledge? A vast database stretched before him, all the knowledge of the ages spanning either side and more, strings of lifetimes stretched before him, each bright strand the map of the lifetime of anything. Rocks, trees, atoms, quarks, everything had its own unique story. Time became nothing but a plaything. No, just something manipulatable, like clay. 15 seconds. Maybe he could change the physical universe around him as well. 10 seconds. Seems logical. I don't want this ship to be falling anymore. 5 seconds. It isn't working.... 3 seconds. Holy shit. 1 second. Please work. Familiar darkness. The ink playing at his eyes once more, one day it would be nice to end a fight without blacking out. .... |
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