Bass' Last Battle

Disclaimer: I do not own, Bass, Roll, Doctor Light, Doctor Wily, Megaman, or any other characters in this story. All characters are created and owned by Capcom. Please do not sue me ;)

Chapter 1: Introduction

The lab was dark and foreboding, cobwebs dangling in the corner's, rats scurrying across the sunken in wooden floor. Overhead, the ebony-armoured robot could hear the distant squeaks of bats, the moonlight filtering in through a crack in the dome-shaped ceiling. Bass was filled with bitter hatred, having just lost another battle to his nemesis, Megaman. His creator, Dr. Wily, was not going to be pleased. As it was, the evil scientist was always criticizing Bass, calling him many unpleasant, derogatory names, and forever threatening to scrap him. Bass secretly despised the doctor, but his programming forced him many a time to listen to the balding man. There had been many times, though, when Bass had mouthed off to his creator, and had come close to fully rebelling against him.
He slowly descended towards Wily's lab, clutching his wounded arm. It was his right arm, the same arm that switched into his plasma-cannon. He knocked boldly, interrupting the doctor from another one of his robot- building frenzies. "Come in." he responded irritable from inside, metal clanking and crashing to the floor.
"Doc, I need repairs. Megaman won...again." Bass mumbled, setting himself down on the lab bench.
"Bass, you incompetent, titanium-wasted, piece of scrap! Can't you do anything right?!" the doctor snarled, a wrench clasped in his weathered old hands.
"I tried," Bass growled through gritted teeth, "but it's nearly impossible to beat Megaman when I haven't had any upgrades since hell knows when!"
"I don't have time to deal with your idiocy, I have other, more important robots to build!"
"If that's the case, then why do you need me?" the black and gold robot retorted.
"Do NOT carry that tone with me, Bass! I am your master, you will give me the respect I deserve!"
"You don't DESERVE any such thing! I do all your dirty work, I'M the one putting my rear-end on the line, 'I'M the one that nearly is destroyed every battle, while you fritter away and make robots that don't last one battle! If you think my job is SO easy, then why don't you do it?!" Bass snapped vehemently, his ruby eyes glowing dangerously. The purple streaks under his eyes made him twice as frightening, his armour gleaming in the dim laboratory light.
"Speak to me like that again and I will use your parts for more efficient robots." Wily threatened, shuffling closer to the enraged robot.
Bass didn't flinch, his posture remained calm and collected. "You have yet to create such a robot, no robot you've ever built has been better than me, and you know it!" with that, he stormed out, his arm still badly damaged. He went into his quarters to recharge, then, once that was done, stalked into the night, resting under a shady tree in the nearest park.

"Rock, do you think you could go help Roll collect some berries in the woods? We need about three baskets, and it could take her a good long time." Dr. Thomas Light, the brilliant scientist who created Megaman, also known as Rock, and his sister, Roll, asked kindly. He had white hair, a white beard, and was pleasantly plump, as one might say. Dr. Wily had once been Dr. Light's lab assistant, but had gone off his rocker, stealing all of the robots they had created together, except for Roll. All but Megaman became evil from reprogramming, the blue bomber able to resist. His brother, Protoman, went back to normal shortly after, but spent much of his time alone, only occasionally visiting his "family".
"No problem, doctor. I love Roll's pies, they're well worth while. I'll definitely help her!" Mega replied, grabbing an extra basket.
"Roll blushed, "Thanks Rock. You really like my pies that much?"
Her brother nodded enthusiastically, and the two went off into the woods, searching the berry bushes for the juiciest, ripest berries they could find.
Roll was a pretty robot, with blonde hair tied back with a green ribbon, a white shirt with black buttons, and a pretty red dress with matching red boots. Megaman was a blue robot with an arm cannon and a shiny blue helmet. Whenever he took his helmet off, he sported wavy brown hair. He always had armour on, for it was his body, but his helmet, fortunately, was removable. It was a beautiful day, not the kind of day to wear a battle helmet anyway.
The sun was shining, the clouds were puffy and pearl white, the sky a glorious blue. Ah, nothing could ruin this day! Rock thought to himself, gazing at the many berry bushes that were in bloom. Further down, they would find the berry bushes that were further along in season, and it was also there that they ran into Bass. They had just filled two baskets of berries when they saw something black glimmering in the afternoon light. Megaman squinted, shielding his eyes with his left hand, holding the basket in his right.
"That looks like...Hey! Mega, isn't that Bass?" Roll asked, pointing at the motionless heap under the tree.
"Hey, you're right, it is. What's he doing all the way out here?" Mega replied, cautiously heading towards the still robot.
"I think...h-he's unconscious." Roll stammered, crossing her fingers in hopes she was right.
"He's wounded from our battle still...I wonder why he didn't have Wily repair him already?" Megaman pondered. He knelt beside the ebony robot, carefully lifting his head. One ruby-red eye popped open, a groan emitting from Bass. Megaman jumped back, switching to his plasma cannon quickly.
"Put it away, Megaman. I'm no threat to you right now." Bass grunted, sitting up slowly. This seemed to cause further pain, and he slumped back down, gasping.
"He's hurt, Mega. Maybe we should help him." Roll suggested, walking over to the black-clad robot and resting a hand on his shoulder soothingly.
"Roll, get away from him, he's dangerous." Megaman cautioned, his cannon still pointed at the Wily bot's chest.
"But we can't just leave him here to die. Mega, I know he's your enemy, but we just GOT to help him!" Roll pleaded, trying with all her might to lift Bass to his feet. He let out a pained groan, but managed to stand.
"Um...thanks," He said quietly, wincing in pain, "but I don't need your help. Besides, I didn't expect your brother to help me, we're sworn enemies."
"That's no reason to leave you stranded when you need help." Roll protested.
"You got wax in your ears, girl? I said I don't..need...your...help." with that, Bass collapsed to the ground, fluid leaking from his shoulder, puddling all around.
"Don't need help, huh? Don't be so bloody stubborn! Rock, we have to help him, he won't survive if we don't," Roll added quickly, "and besides, you always say you rather not fight with Bass, that you wish you guys were friends again. What better way to start then to help him?"
Megaman sighed wearily, "Sure, make me eat my own words. Oh alright, Roll, we'll bring him to doc Light, he'll know what to do."
"W-wait a minute, I didn't agree to this! I don't wanna be reprogrammed! You can't just do that, you know, I belong to Wily!" Bass protested, then thought bitterly, not that I care about that greedy old bastard.
"Easy, we aren't going to reprogram you, Bass. Trust me." Megaman replied, seeing the wild look in the robot's eyes.
"Why should I trust you?" Bass countered, spitting.
"Right now, you don't have much of a choice," Roll retorted, then added gently, "I'll make sure personally that no one reprograms you. Who do you think helps Dr. Light with repairs?"
Bass swallowed, then nodded. Never had he been so nervous in his life. No, he'd never been nervous in his entire life, period. Without another word, Megaman and Roll grabbed an arm each, and set back to Light's lab, Bass staggering the whole way.

Wily stormed around in his fortress, pacing back and forth. "Where is that nullified, pain-in-the-ass? He should've returned by now!" he, of course, was referring to Bass, who had left the lab some time ago in order to cool off. "Perhaps I shouldn't have been so harsh with him, he is my only fully-equipped battling machine. Without him, I cannot take over the world, or destroy that Light fool's Megaman!" Not that the old doctor would ever admit it to Bass, but Bass had been right; Wily truly was nothing without him, he really did need the black bot.
"Boss, do you want us to go and look for him?" Gyroman stepped forward, the other robots nodding in agreement.
"Yeah," added Snakeman, "Bass and I have always gotten along, maybe I can talk some sssense into him. He could be hurt, for all we know."
"Damn it!" Wily suddenly cursed, a thought hitting him like a ton of cemented bricks.
"What's wrong boss? What's the matter?" Hardman asked, eyeing the doctor in concern.
"Bass was hurt, last night. He had, yet again, failed to destroy Megaman, and asked for repairs, then-then we had a fight, and he went back out, and...damn, damn damn! I completely forgot to repair him!" Wily cursed again, feeling slightly guilty for being so careless with his best robot.
"Don't worry, doc. We'll find him and bring him home. Then you can repair. Him." Topman reassured, motioning the other robots to get going.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Well, what are you just standing there for?! Get going!"
Soon all of Dr. Wily's robots were out in the city, destroying everything in their path in their search for Bass.