(no subject)
Jan. 6th, 2009 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherBoy howdy. Haven't used this filter in awhile, but talking with Planty and having some nostalgia + old logs + brain sparks gave me some ideas...
Not exactly M3's old setting, or Planty's WOBC setting, or canon, but maybe with a bit of everything...
This is the way the world ends, Enker mused to himself, not with a bang, but with a whimper.
The old poem had a certain truth to it, really. Their world was ending, figuratively if not literally, and now he, Ballade, and a few other of their Father's creations waited in a shielded holding cell, one of several that all of the survivors occupied. Weapons disabled, ammunition removed, armor stacked neatly for inventory and storage by the authorities. The war, after all, was over. The entire world was celebrating, save for this building full of grief.
Their father, Dr. Albert W. Wily, genius, inventor, roboticist, would be world conqueror...was dead.
It had begun so suddenly - in the midst of eating breakfast and detailing plans for their next attempt at conquest, he had stopped for a moment, looked down at himself, then stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment as if he'd forgotten something vital. Then, as if the strings holding him up had been cut, he toppeled to the floor.
The various medical support units had been summoned at once, and quickly found their father suffering a massive coronary. The best they could achieve was to place him into a cryogenic suspension. Any more would require the skills of a truly skilled surgeon, not combat units with some first aid skills and battlefield medicine.
Within minutes, he had summoned a strike force. The best and most skilled fighters, the medical support to watch over Father, and the most controlled and subtle of their stealth units. This operation would be delicate, and the excessive violence and chaos so many of their brothers could create would be a sure path to failure.
They'd loaded up one of their fastest transport and struck like lightning at one of the best hospitals within their flight range. Shadow, Snake, and Gemini were dropped to the roof and disabled emergency communications before proceeding inside. He, Ballade, and Star seized control of the emergency room entrance before Cold, Plant, and Metal escorted the life support pod in.
The discussion with the chief of surgery had been almost amusingly brief and to the point. A donor organ was rather unlikely, so an artifical replacement would be the best alternative. He was allowed to gather his best transplant team, prep the operating theatre, and for what assistance they could give, Plant and Cold would both stand in as additional nurses.
The operation began smoothly enough as they released father from his stasis and began providing life support. Everything seemed to be going to plan as the 'heroes' arrived.
They fought like lions to protect the hospital and keep both Mega Man and Proto Man away from disturbing the delicate operation. Even Bass showed a remarkable degree of focus and restraint, leading them on a high velocity chase without too much recklessness, and studiously avoiding the hospital or any of the power generators supplying the area.
But something went wrong.
In the space of moments, something in their Father chose not to continue, and even as the transplant team worked furiously to try and preserve him, his life slipped through their fingers.
They all knew within moments, and to the surprise of those who had come to battle them, each of the Robot Masters simply...stopped.
In the terrible silence afterwards, Mega Man was the first to come forward. "What happened? Why have you stopped? What were you here for?"
Enker could barely speak past the sudden wave of grief running through his mind. His voice a rasp, his spear along the ground, he blinked away a sudden flood of tears. "Our father...he's gone."
"That's why you took the hospital hostage? You were trying to...save him?" There was a faint note of something between anger and awe in the hero's voice. "You could have just brought him in."
"So you could put him in jail afterwards? No. We needed....it was the best option." Sinking to his knees, Enker could hear his brothers slowly assembling behind him. Milling around with the same confusion and loss.
As usual, it was Proto Man who put the hard clamp down on the situation. "Enker."
"Yes?"
"Do you surrender?"
Removing his helm, Enker looked back at his family. None had any answers. Even Bass looked uncomfortable, uncertain of just what to do. Their lives revolved around their father. Without him to guide them...what could possibly come next? What purpose did they have?
None.
None at all.
"Yes."
...huh. That's already more than I expected to write. This could be interesting...just sorta started writing and I haven't even gotten to the stuff that popped into my head this morning to start the whole idea.
I guess expect more of this? Hopefully.
Not exactly M3's old setting, or Planty's WOBC setting, or canon, but maybe with a bit of everything...
This is the way the world ends, Enker mused to himself, not with a bang, but with a whimper.
The old poem had a certain truth to it, really. Their world was ending, figuratively if not literally, and now he, Ballade, and a few other of their Father's creations waited in a shielded holding cell, one of several that all of the survivors occupied. Weapons disabled, ammunition removed, armor stacked neatly for inventory and storage by the authorities. The war, after all, was over. The entire world was celebrating, save for this building full of grief.
Their father, Dr. Albert W. Wily, genius, inventor, roboticist, would be world conqueror...was dead.
It had begun so suddenly - in the midst of eating breakfast and detailing plans for their next attempt at conquest, he had stopped for a moment, looked down at himself, then stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment as if he'd forgotten something vital. Then, as if the strings holding him up had been cut, he toppeled to the floor.
The various medical support units had been summoned at once, and quickly found their father suffering a massive coronary. The best they could achieve was to place him into a cryogenic suspension. Any more would require the skills of a truly skilled surgeon, not combat units with some first aid skills and battlefield medicine.
Within minutes, he had summoned a strike force. The best and most skilled fighters, the medical support to watch over Father, and the most controlled and subtle of their stealth units. This operation would be delicate, and the excessive violence and chaos so many of their brothers could create would be a sure path to failure.
They'd loaded up one of their fastest transport and struck like lightning at one of the best hospitals within their flight range. Shadow, Snake, and Gemini were dropped to the roof and disabled emergency communications before proceeding inside. He, Ballade, and Star seized control of the emergency room entrance before Cold, Plant, and Metal escorted the life support pod in.
The discussion with the chief of surgery had been almost amusingly brief and to the point. A donor organ was rather unlikely, so an artifical replacement would be the best alternative. He was allowed to gather his best transplant team, prep the operating theatre, and for what assistance they could give, Plant and Cold would both stand in as additional nurses.
The operation began smoothly enough as they released father from his stasis and began providing life support. Everything seemed to be going to plan as the 'heroes' arrived.
They fought like lions to protect the hospital and keep both Mega Man and Proto Man away from disturbing the delicate operation. Even Bass showed a remarkable degree of focus and restraint, leading them on a high velocity chase without too much recklessness, and studiously avoiding the hospital or any of the power generators supplying the area.
But something went wrong.
In the space of moments, something in their Father chose not to continue, and even as the transplant team worked furiously to try and preserve him, his life slipped through their fingers.
They all knew within moments, and to the surprise of those who had come to battle them, each of the Robot Masters simply...stopped.
In the terrible silence afterwards, Mega Man was the first to come forward. "What happened? Why have you stopped? What were you here for?"
Enker could barely speak past the sudden wave of grief running through his mind. His voice a rasp, his spear along the ground, he blinked away a sudden flood of tears. "Our father...he's gone."
"That's why you took the hospital hostage? You were trying to...save him?" There was a faint note of something between anger and awe in the hero's voice. "You could have just brought him in."
"So you could put him in jail afterwards? No. We needed....it was the best option." Sinking to his knees, Enker could hear his brothers slowly assembling behind him. Milling around with the same confusion and loss.
As usual, it was Proto Man who put the hard clamp down on the situation. "Enker."
"Yes?"
"Do you surrender?"
Removing his helm, Enker looked back at his family. None had any answers. Even Bass looked uncomfortable, uncertain of just what to do. Their lives revolved around their father. Without him to guide them...what could possibly come next? What purpose did they have?
None.
None at all.
"Yes."
...huh. That's already more than I expected to write. This could be interesting...just sorta started writing and I haven't even gotten to the stuff that popped into my head this morning to start the whole idea.
I guess expect more of this? Hopefully.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 11:16 pm (UTC)I'm not sure it's done yet - like I said, this started out from a few scenes jumping into my brain with a bang...and we haven't actually gotten to any of them yet. :)
no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-06 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 12:07 am (UTC)Of course, with the Wily I know and love I'd expect him to return because it was ALL PART OF SOME MASTER PLAN but seriously, nice work.
no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 03:54 am (UTC)