Hey, Everybody! This is the bro. Of Banbie Bunny here, with a Megaman Legends fic for you all.
This story will deal with Megaman's return to Elysum, but includes different perils on the return home as well as elements of future adventures. This is my first and only Legends fic, so please review. It did take an awful long time to write.
(P.S. Megaman + Tron fans may be disappointed at this fic, but don't worry. There is a hint of such things here, but no definite match at the end.)
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I dedicate this fic to Alisi Thorndyke, - An incredible friend with some of the most original (even best) fanfic ideas ever.
And to TheWebbuilder. - Who has written perhaps my top favorite fic on this site. I hope this story will do it credit.
"If we spent money trying to buy a whole new ship, we'd be bankrupt!" yelled Tron.
It had been three months since Megaman's departure to Elysium. Tron and Roll had tried time and again to construct a proper ship that would exit the earth's atmosphere and fly into space. Since then Professor Barrel, Colonel Von Bleucher, Teisel Bonne and his baby brother Bon had watched them.
So did Data, the monkey robot. He had returned by a small pod that was only large enough to hold himself. He had tried to show Roll and Tron the real way to build a rocket. He had new technology plans inside his data systems that would construct a perfect ship, but they would never listen to him when he tried to point out mistakes. He was beginning to feel afraid that they would end up spending money till they were bankrupt before he could get a word in edgewise.
Roll had been more mild mannered before, but Tron was overbearing and the time they wasted trying to build new rockets made Roll worry more and more about Megaman. She was all for purchasing new well working parts to construct the engine, while Tron was more concerned about saving money. Not that she didn't care about Megaman herself, but more or less because she was a pirate and never wanted to spend much. It seemed that most of the problems were from the parts she insisted on using. Old parts that need constant monitoring and adjustments.
"If we don't get new parts, the ship will never work!" said Roll, her stress level always building whenever she argued with Tron. "We could never maintain it. The parts you want to use would rattle to pieces in the middle of space, and then who would be the ones needing to be rescued?"
Tron's frustration reached her limit. She drew back her arm and gave Roll such a slap across the face that Roll staggered backwards against the workbench they were using. "SHUT UP!" Tron practically screamed. "Using so many new parts would leave us with practically nothing left!"
Roll did not cry, but her face grew very red and tears crept into her eyes. "I'll sell anything I have to get the money," she said. "If it means the screws from the hull of the Flutter, I'll sell them. You don't need to spend any money at all, if that's all you care about!"
Tron was about to make another smart remark when Teisel suddenly stepped in. He grabbed Tron and shook her hard. "That's enough!" he barked. He dragged her over to the workbench and made both her and Roll sit down.
"Now listen, whatever it takes to get Megaman from that planet, we'll pay it. Tron, I want you to forget that stuff about using old parts. If one thing goes wrong in space, there's nobody who could come to your rescue. We're not about to leave him there. We'll use whatever money we can come up with, and Roll can use hers. We'll split the cost fifty-fifty. Now stop arguing, you make me sick!"
Tron jumped off the workbench and walked back across the field to the elevator that led to the Sulfur Bottom, angrily kicking a servbot on the way. Roll just hung her head and said nothing. Teisel talked to the servbots and ordered them to collect all the wreckage from the last rocket attempt and salvage every scrap of metal they could find. They would later take it to the local blacksmith and sell it for whatever amount they could get.
Roll let her tears run down her face as she toyed left and right with a small wrench in her hands. Everyday that passed since Megaman left had made her worry so much. She had no way of knowing if he was alive or dead. He could be sick or dying right at that moment and need immediate help. What if they were too late already? She covered her face with her hands and rocked back and forth on the bench. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder and she looked up and saw Bon standing next to her.
"Babu?" he mumbled. Nobody but the Bonnes really knew what he said. "Babu" could mean anything at all, yet only Tron or Teisel really knew what it was. It sounded something like a question then.
"I'm sorry Bon, I don't know what you're saying." said Roll. Bon shrugged and gave her shoulder another squeeze. "Babu…" he said soothingly.
Roll smiled and leaned on his metal arm. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it at least made her feel better. Data was nearby and took this opportunity to jump up on the workbench. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Roll shook her head. "No," she replied. "I don't know if I'll ever see Megaman again, not the way things are going. Maybe Teisel's plan will work, but I'll never convince Tron to build the rocket the right way."
Data took the wrench from her hands and tapped his head with the handle. "As I've tried to say before; but you wouldn't listen," he said slowly. "I do happen to know how to build this rocket correctly. I understand the directions clearer than you do, I'm a computer after all. I could help you once you get some new parts."
Roll listened and nodded when he had finished. "Alright, we'll do it that way." she agreed.
Then she held a hand to her forehead. "I'm sorry, Data." she said. "I guess I have been ignoring you these past weeks. I guess the stress has been driving me crazy, especially Tron Bonne."
Data patted her other hand. "That's okay, at least you listened to me now." he said. "Besides, I'm sure Megaman will be alright when you get there. He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He took good care of you."
Normally this would have mad Roll happy and feel better, but this actually made her even more distressed. "I know that!" she cried suddenly. "He always took good care of me… And now he needs me and I can barely do anything at all. Data, I feel so helpless. How can I sit around like this when he could be in trouble? I got to stop, I need to get back to work!"
She jumped off the workbench and opened a box full of blank blueprints. She handed him a pen. "Write down whatever you need. But hurry!"
Data sighed and began drawing the schematics. There was no easing Roll's mind now. "For a computer, I should've thought better of what I should have said." he thought. "…Moron."
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Tron went to the room Bleucher had provided for her on the Sulfur Bottom. She sat on the bed and sulked. She hated losing an argument, especially since she knew she was in the wrong. She also felt bad for slapping Roll. Not that she felt Roll didn't deserve it, but because she thought Roll needed to cool down some. Roll was usually a quiet sort of girl, but it seemed like she got more and more aggressive each day.
"I might get aggressive, but I don't insult the other person's ideas!" Tron said aloud. "She can sure get under one's skin alright."
A servbot trotted up to her and tapped her on the knee. "Miss Tron, are you okay?"
Tron aimed another kick at the servbot, but this servbot happened to be #40 and he had learned to dodge her kicks. "I guess not." he muttered. "It won't be long before we get all the metal together, but we'll need some help sorting it out into specific piles. We can't tell the difference between iron and steel."
Tron sighed and got up bad temperedly. "Oh, Alright!" she growled. She reached into her dresser and took out a powered magnet. Then she followed the servbot outside to the scrap pile. She held out the magnet and powered it up. Large pieces of metal flew out of the pile along with screws and bolts. They all clamped to the magnet and Tron dropped them in a separate pile.
"Keep working," she ordered. "You should be able to tell the difference between copper and lead at least."
She saw Data and Roll by the workbench. Data seemed to be finishing some drawings and Roll was looking them over. Tron looked at them herself. It was the rocket plans, but they were drawn differently.
"You see, the multistage fuel systems will drop off one by one as they exhaust their fuel supply." Data explained. "That way you will lose weight in parts as well as fuel and your speed will increase all the more. It won't overheat or destroy your engines, and we can pilot the ship to Elysium. The special gearings underneath will enable easy landings."
Roll was fascinated. "This is amazing, Data!" she exclaimed. Tron looked the plans over and she was also impressed. She would never say so, for, like many who didn't really know that Data was a robot, not an actual monkey, she would never admit she had been wrong or that a monkey was smarter than she was.
"It looks good." said Tron. "Once we sell the scrap metal we should be able to buy most of the things for this rocket."
"I can sell some things from the Flutter." added Roll. "That should make up for the rest."
Data smiled in satisfaction. He hopped down from the table and bounced off to the Sulfur Bottom. At least Tron and Roll appeared to be agreeing on something for a change.
A week earlier…
Megaman wandered on one of many of Elysium's catwalks and fired off his buster listlessly at the sky. It hit a loose part of the Battle Tower's platform and it fell to the floor beside him. He lifted his foot and ground the chunk of brick to powder. He had had nothing to do for weeks since he defeated Sera's battle form on Elysium. He had been stuck there with Sera and Yuna for so long he had lost all good cheeriness. He had no idea if Roll even could get to Elysium and rescue him. Not that he would starve or anything, but he was lonely, and the whole planet, filled with nothing but dormant machinery seemed dry and lifeless.
Sera (who was now fast friends with Megaman after the incident.) and Yuna tried their best to cheer Megaman up. "Roll would never leave you here if she could help it." said Yuna.
"I know," Megaman had answered. "But I don't think there is any way to get here. Data may have gotten back, but that doesn't mean Roll could build the rocket. We wouldn't have near the money or resources to build such a ship."
There wasn't much Sera could say. She didn't know enough about the carbons (Humans) and didn't know how she could help.
Megaman kicked the powder into the air and stared up into space. It was night and he could see his home world above him. So little distance away from each other, yet so difficult to cross that little gulf separating them.
"I've had it." said Megaman turning around and running for the Docking Bay. He found the wrecked area and spotted the ship he had arrived in. It was pretty well busted up (Mostly when Elysium had been pretty much destroyed) and many plates of metal were torn off the outsides from minor explosions. The roof of the bay was still intact, but the rocket would need serious work to become operational again.
"I've got to make this work somehow." he muttered. He cleared the area of rubble and inspected the rocket. Most of it was heat shield and engines with a small area for Megaman to sit in. The innermost parts were surprisingly undamaged, though so many outer circuits and panels had been ripped out andor missing that Megaman thought it would never fly again.
"If only Roll were here." he said quietly. "She could make a rocket out of toothpicks if she really wanted to. Aw…. but I've got to try!"
But as most people who rev themselves to do a job in which they have little experience or resources, he soon lost heart in trying. He cut some metal out of the wall and screwed them on the hull, but when it came to fixing the interfaces and tubes, he was at a total loss. He got down on a chunk of floor beam and sighed in frustration.
Sera and Yuna entered the room and saw Megaman. "What are you trying to do?" asked Yuna. Now you must remember that Yuna was still in Matilda's body and Megaman could talk more comfortably to her.
"I'm trying to repair the ship." explained Megaman, indicating the scarcely patched hull. "But I don't know nearly as much about this stuff as Roll does. I don't know about these interfaces or pipes."
Sera, who did not know very much about humans, tried to say something encouraging. "You know, I think you did a good job for as little as you know about these things."
"Oh thanks a lot!" said Megaman dryly. "But I need to do much better than this if I want to get out of here."
Matilda (As we will refer to her for now) kneeled beside him and patted him on the back. "You can do better." she said confidently. "I believe you must have some idea of how to do this. Some of Roll's skills must have grown on you too."
Megaman sighed again "I know, I should. I guess I should just try to think like her. She usually just looked at what different metals looked like and figured out what they were before she really knew how to tell the true difference."
Yuna nodded. "That's a good idea I suppose."
But Megaman seemed to have forgotten the conversation. "She could put together anything if you gave her a few parts." he went on "Did you know that she made a Blade Arm for me out of a toy sword and a pen-light? She's really smart and creative. And… oh, I'm sorry, I forgot the conversation."
Matilda smiled at him. "She really is a nice girl. You must really like her. What were you going to say just then?"
"I think she's real pretty too." said Megaman, a little embarrassed. He took out a metal plate with a drawing scratched into it by a piece of jagged metal. "It's supposed to be Roll." he pointed out.
"I know. I've seen all the other drawings you've made of her lying outside." Matilda replied, grinning at him. "You do a pretty good job!"
Megaman smiled and stood up. "Thank you, I just hope I can see her again, and soon. I need to get back to work here."
Matilda's smile grew as she looked the drawing over. It really was a nice job, every feature was clearly defined as could be. She knew that whatever it was about humans that created the emotions was a good thing. It would only be emotion over logic that would make Megaman draw all these pictures before actually trying to repair the rocket. She watched Megaman compare some metal on the inside of the rocket to some rubble samples he was holding. He dropped all the samples except for one and went to the rubble pile to find more of that metal.
"You really might not be able to repair it out of scraps like these." Matilda pointed out.
Megaman continued picking out different scraps. "If I try hard enough I can." he said firmly. "And I can use the heat of my buster to melt and mold these into whatever shapes I want."
"But using the heat from your buster… it will take forever to finish the job!" Matilda pointed out.
"I don't care." said Megaman, finding some matching metal and putting it in a pile. "I won't sit around idle anymore."
Matilda sighed. "Unless you searched the entire system for the wirings you need, you'll never get this finished. It could take days to find such things."
This time, Megaman did not reply. He only rifled fast through the rubble to find the metals he needed.
Matilda shook her head in admiration. She had not tried to discourage Megaman, but more or less trying to see how he would react to realistic sense. The emotions were a good thing. For him to try that hard at something at which he had almost no experience just to get to Roll was… wonderful.
"He must really love her…" she thought. "If he was just a robot like he was originally, he would never have bothered. I never imagined such perseverance could exist. That can be the only thing that would motivate him to do something almost impossible. But… I should feel the same way, I know I love Roll, and I want to give her Mother back…"
Megaman noticed that where he was sitting, there was a huge large metal plate right underneath him and the rubble. It was just the metal he needed; if a bit heavy, but he could lift it if he tried. He pulled up on the metal and rubble began to slide slowly off. Then he felt the weight go lighter as someone else began to help him lift it. It was Matilda, straining hard at the weight.
They both pulled this time, and with Matilda's help it rose much more easily and they managed to pull it out from underneath the rubble. Matilda brushed herself off. "I can't just stand by and leave you with this huge job!" she said, trying to act brisk and business like. "I have to get back to Roll too, if I'm going to get her Mother back to her."
She bent low and scooped out a huge pile of metal scraps and set it down and began sorting through it. Megaman smiled warmly and bent down beside her and helped her. "You know, for as much as you care about her," he said. "I think you would make a great Mother for her yourself."
Matilda's face turned a little pink and she smiled, keeping her gaze down at the rubble. "Why… Thank you, Megaman! You're very sweet!"
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This entire fic is finished and chapters are ready for posting. More reviews will encourage more frequent updates. This is the first chapter, though, and if you have an idea or suggestion, please let me know in your review. I'm open to anything right now.
