The crushed empire of Wily reigned with anarchy and cruelty. The weak died and the strong weakened. Chaos without control was in supremum, nothing would stop the rush of death, like blood, coursing over top the land. Needless and heedless were the deaths of countless soldiers and even more civilians. The harbinger of souls truly had a full schedule.

Still, he worked in his lab, tireless in his final bastion of command and control. There remained few robots left to defend his fortress, almost too few to keep the United Earth Army at bay, but still managed to. The greatest advantage of the robots was that they were tireless and merciless killers. Always perfect in their aim, always kill shots. But there seemed to be an infinite amount of bodies assaulting the fortress, soon, almost too soon, would they breach somewhere. Then the game would have to change, one of much higher stakes.

Wily looked upon his creations, they were so improved from their original designs in almost every way but there were remarkable similarities to their predecessors. Still, even more similar to the original Robot Masters. Cut to Metal, Fire to Heat, Ice to Bubble, Bomb to Crash, Guts to Flash, and Elec to Quick. Along with Air and Wood, these were deadly foes. But why does one robot, an imperfect boy win every time? There must be something that Light knows that he doesn't, some secret to combat.

How could this blue boy be so effective when all he was is a house cleaning robot. He was not built to be a killer but he fights so efficiently, he is a destroyer and yet built for service. The world is defined as chaos: Murder, rape, anarchy, death, mayhem all stalk the rubble of the former pantheons of western civilization. Mere months after the Wily Wars restarted several factions arose from the shadows to tear asunder the planet. There is no healing from this scarring blow to the face of Mother Earth. And yet, all the Doctor could think about was how to defeat his nemesis. There had to be a way, some weakness to the boy.

He tossed the schematic to Flash Man aside, and threw his hand in the air. Then he buried his face into the calloused gnarled fingers that so defined his palms. They were cold and unforgiving against his unshaven face, his beard unkempt and hair wild and bushy. His white eyebrows were more disheveled then usual. His age showed in all its geriatric glory.

Wily stood, his back cracking with the effort, there must be a way to defeat him. Perhaps he wouldn't be so effective against all the Masters attacking in unison. They didn't have any programming towards group tactics, but part of being artificially intelligent was the inherent intelligence. Unfortunately there was only hours before Mega Man was set to arrive, the reconnaissance outposts on the  edge of the valley where Wily's fortress lay sent warning of an intruder. Already the defenses were engaged with Mega Man, the Wily Bots still under the bases influence were sent to intercept. Seven of the Robot Masters lay dormant, waiting for their AI to finish uploading.

Seven, why couldn't he just wait for the Master's to be completed?

"Computer, send out the dragon. Prepare the Gut's Tank for a full out assault. Make ready the drone pit, and the transporter. Have the generator step up to maximum output and all excess energy to internal capacitance. I want every available bot either outside defending the walls or inside the lab itself. Prepare the elevator and the battle craft. Attach the escape module on it, and make sure it has enough fuel for an emergency launch."

Acknowledged.

Maybe he would live, maybe he would die. But there would definitely be enough blood spilled to sour even the most hardened soldier.

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