Tauria: Well . . . I'm not quite sure why I wrote this . . . but . . . here you go . . . I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own SRMT.
Tools
On a small planet nestled between millions of stars, there was a city. Just one city. And in the middle of this city was a robot. It was called the Super Robot. And right now, one of the Super Robot's inhabitants was quite troubled about something.
His onyx eyes looked through the dark workshop. He held a wrench in his hand. He frowned at the design that lay before him. He threw the wrench aside, and his head thumped down on the desk. He knew he needed to complete these designs, but why was it always him? Why couldn't it be one of the others? He had always hated constructing weapons.
'They are nothing but the tools of death . . . I don't want to bring even more death into the world . . .'
He hated his tools right now: hated his hands. Hated that one of them had died because of him. He had always sworn to protect his family . . . But then Skeleton King had attacked . . . and he had seized the Hidden Fortress . . . and he had found the weapons in storage . . . and he had taken them . . . and now they were starting to use them. He had heard the news just that evening . . . he had been peacefully making the dratted things, when Nova came rushing in, sobbing.
'Otto! Sprx . . . Sprx is dead . . . The Formless . . . oh god . . .'
Today was the last straw for Otto. Bile welled up in the back of his throat, when he heard Gibson say,
'There is nothing I can do . . .'
They were holding the funeral in the meantime, and what had they told him?
Gibson looked at him with sad eyes. 'Otto. we are going to need more weapons . . . why don't you construct some more?'
How Otto hated those words now . . . How he wished he didn't have to build these awful things . . . He shook his head. He looked over at the pile of unfinished things . . . and he picked up an old toy he had been building. He smiled. He went over to that pile and sat among all the happy things he had been building. He began to tinker with them, to build them the way they deserved to be built. And when he finished, he grinned. But when he looked at the time, it was time for him to be in bed. He hadn't made one weapon all night.
'So what? All they are is tools of war . . .'
The next morning, he helped carry the coffin . . . laid a red rose on the top of it . . . tears rolled down his cheeks. Nova was sobbing into Chiro's side, Antauri looked like he would be crying if he could, and Gibson was crying as he stared at the bouquets of roses. Chiro had some tears rolling down his cheeks as well. Otto's eyes were blurred with tears.
One by one, the monkeys gave speeches, and then finally, they arrived at Otto. Otto stood, and looked at all of the allies . . . and he knew he could no longer hide his aversion to those stupid things called weapons.
"Sprx was one of my best friends . . . he was my calm and cool older brother . . . the one you always want to be like. He was an amazing pilot, and a wonderful friend . . . I'm gonna miss him . . . I'm gonna miss his jokes, even the stupid ones . . . and I'm gonna miss his pessimism, and his conspiracy theories. But most of all, I am going to miss the fact that he was my big brother." Otto could no longer see anything through the mist of tears in his eyes. "But . . . what makes this worse, is that one of my weapons killed him . . . I created those weapons to protect people . . . and now, now Sprx is dead because of them. I loved Sprx, like I love all of my family, and this is it for me. No more weapons . . ." And Otto turned away, and joined with the crowd. No one questioned him, for they needed to continue Sprx's funeral. and when it finished . . . they did confront him.
Antauri told him that his weapons were protecting them . . . that Skeleton King would not have them for long.
Nova told him that his weapons were what were giving them the advantage in the war.
Gibson told him hat his weapons helped give everyone confidence, because he was the master mechanic . . .
"Otto! Time to get up!" Sprx said, patting Otto's shoulder. Otto jerked up in surprise, and found that he was still in his workshop, that none of that had happened. He remembered what they had said during the dream. Were they right? Or was he?
He spoke with Antauri about it later. Antauri smiled calmly.
"Otto, you're weapons are ensuring us the war, I promise you. And you're dream was right. You are the master mechanic so the fact that they are using your weapons, gives everyone the feeling of self confidence. Besides, Otto, don't you have a way to deactivate all of your weapons?"
Otto nodded.
"Just remember you have that and if you feel that your weapons are truly just tools of death, then you may deactivate them all."
Otto nodded once more, and thanked Antauri.
When the war ended, Otto had watched for any 'good things' his weapons did. And it was true. The good that they did outweighed the bad, and eventually, Otto got all the new weapons on a different deactivation system, and managed to deactivate the ones Skeleton King had. Otto looked down at his hands and his tools.
'Maybe they aren't tools of death . . . they may seem like it at first, but maybe . . . just maybe . . . they are tools of peace. Because that is what they bring in the end . . .'
Tauria: Well, there you go. An Otto one-shot. Not my favorite one-shot. But . . . Anyway, please leave a review and tell me what you think!