Tracking a madman is no easy task, even for one of my skill. Finding the parts to build scouting machines was one of the most difficult tasks; the constructs needed to be light, so that they could discover what I needed to know, but at the same time required a sturdy construction that could withstand a shot or two of plasma if they were discovered. Scrounging up the needed materials for such a thing was time-consuming, to say the least. Originally, I wanted ten probes to be my eyes and ears in the world; I was forced to settle for three.
Nonetheless, they served their purpose well. With a decent computer finally constructed and powered up, I could download their discoveries to a main database. The first information they brought was promising: people were still fearful of another attack by this Doctor Wily, which meant that a capture would ease their minds considerably. Without a doubt, they would cheer for the captor. The second bit of information they brought was not as comforting, however. It seems that my incompetent brother managed to foil another attack of this mad professor's, only to allow the man to escape when victory was assured. I would not make the same mistake.
According to my scouts, Wily was well into the construction of a third set of androids. While I had yet to find where he was building them, the discreet orders for parts in his name, enough to keep many laboratories funded for a decade, was a proverbial red flag. The suppliers were legitimate, to an extent. If he was as intelligent as the authorities believed, vendors not unlike myself would also be selling him various equipment. The combination was not a safe one; under that assumption, he could be constructing an army the likes of which the world has never seen before.
I also managed to find a bit of information on my family. It seems that Doctor Light has Megaman ready to go; they're not far from where I am, information-wise. The logical conclusion was to let my brother work a bit, as well; I could accomplish two tasks at a single place and time. The horde of minor robots Doctor Wily appeared to be creating, however, seemed too weak to provide enough of a challenge.
Wait. My mind sorted through half-formed ideas to form another. Why did I not just show my upstart brother who the more powerful was? I could easily defeat him. Checking the data scouted by my constructs, I quickly formulated an attack plan. Based on power readings, I suspected he would go after the android with a spinning ability before anyone else. However, I would not want him to think anything awry. The first few he could handle himself; it was the least I could do to allow his precious ego a few strokings before I showed him who the true boss was.
He would see. They would all see. The abandoned prototype was truly the one they all wanted.
Nonetheless, they served their purpose well. With a decent computer finally constructed and powered up, I could download their discoveries to a main database. The first information they brought was promising: people were still fearful of another attack by this Doctor Wily, which meant that a capture would ease their minds considerably. Without a doubt, they would cheer for the captor. The second bit of information they brought was not as comforting, however. It seems that my incompetent brother managed to foil another attack of this mad professor's, only to allow the man to escape when victory was assured. I would not make the same mistake.
According to my scouts, Wily was well into the construction of a third set of androids. While I had yet to find where he was building them, the discreet orders for parts in his name, enough to keep many laboratories funded for a decade, was a proverbial red flag. The suppliers were legitimate, to an extent. If he was as intelligent as the authorities believed, vendors not unlike myself would also be selling him various equipment. The combination was not a safe one; under that assumption, he could be constructing an army the likes of which the world has never seen before.
I also managed to find a bit of information on my family. It seems that Doctor Light has Megaman ready to go; they're not far from where I am, information-wise. The logical conclusion was to let my brother work a bit, as well; I could accomplish two tasks at a single place and time. The horde of minor robots Doctor Wily appeared to be creating, however, seemed too weak to provide enough of a challenge.
Wait. My mind sorted through half-formed ideas to form another. Why did I not just show my upstart brother who the more powerful was? I could easily defeat him. Checking the data scouted by my constructs, I quickly formulated an attack plan. Based on power readings, I suspected he would go after the android with a spinning ability before anyone else. However, I would not want him to think anything awry. The first few he could handle himself; it was the least I could do to allow his precious ego a few strokings before I showed him who the true boss was.
He would see. They would all see. The abandoned prototype was truly the one they all wanted.