As with everything, I don't own any characters or the show etc etc etc.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
"Here you are, Miss. Just as you requested." Norman set the teacup down, bowed, and retreated to the kitchen. Angel took a long drink before replacing the cup on its dish.
"So what is it you have to tell me that's so important? And what does it have to do with that disc Dorothy found?"
"Speaking of which, I'd like it back. It is my property, after all."
Roger grimaced, and was about to rebuke Angel when Dorothy handed her the disc. "Here. Here you go. I have no more use for it."
"Why'd you take it if you won't use it?" Roger exclaimed.
Dorothy gave him one of her long, cold stares. "I said I have no more use for it. I already copied the contents to one of my memory banks."
"Oh. Norman, can we have some privacy for a minute?"
Roger turned to Norman, and missed Angel and Dorothy locking gazes. Then Dorothy moved around an sat next to Roger.
"I suppose the best place to start with, as always, is the beginning. You should know that up until the Event, this was not Paradigm City. Gordon Rosewater gave it that name soon after he came to power."
"What was it before then?"
Angel looked up at Roger. "You should stop interrupting people while theyy're talking, Negotiator. It's a bad habit."
Smith grinned one of his most devious. "Sorry. Go on."
"Before the Event, this was New York, just one city out of hundreds that made up a nation. It acted as a port for ships traveling out across the ocean, and aircraft as well. It was not even the capitol of that nation, just another big city on the coast." She took another sip of her drink before continuing. "You should know that your Megadeuce, Roger, was one of several dozen stationed here as a military garrison. What we call the Event was just the first shot in a global war of immense proportions. In fact, your Megadeuce in particular was of pivotal importance in the battle that devastated the city. As was its pilot..."
"...A Mr. Jonathan Smith."
Roger was taken aback. Smith was a common enough name, surely-
"Yes Roger, he was your father. If he and that Megadeuce had emerged victorious that day forty years ago, the city and in fact the world would not be plunged into the dark age we know today." Angel glanced at Dorothy, and smiled. "I suppose it would also interest you to know that his wife was the woman she was modeled after."
Both Roger and Dorothy were suprised this time. Norman, conviniently just outside the doorway, slowly shook his head and returned to the kitchen.
"You mean-"
"I was modeled after-"
"His mother, yes."
Roger's mind was racing. "But that's impossible! Timothy Waynewright lost his daughter in the Event, and I was born long after! How could she be my mother?"
Angel sighed. "She didn't die forty years ago, she was just seperated from her father. Their mutual loss of memory made her forget him completely, so he never heard from her again and thought she was dead. She and her husband went into hiding with your Megadeuce, and the city was ravaged. Shortly after you were born, Roger, they were mysteriously killed in an accident. All memory of the Megadeuce was lost."
"But I lived."
"Yes. You were only 2 years old at the time, and Alex Rosewater believed that you must have some subliminal memories of your parents and their past. He placed you in what was known as Project: Total Recall."
Those words stirred something in Roger. "Those other people Red Destiny killed, they were-"
Angel nodded. "Others like you. Gordon Rosewater headed the project after resigning from his position at the head of the corporation, but when he finally retired, it simply collapsed. Most of the children were released onto the streets, except for you. An old friend of your father's put in a good word or two, and you instead wound up in an orphanage."
"The only place I remember growing up."
"Project Recall was designed to restore memories of the times before the Event by placing them in the minds of children, but you were placed there because of what Rosewater suspected you already knew. The project died before he got what he wanted, but that changed when you found the Megadeuce."
"That was what he wanted from me! Where my father had hidden it!"
"Yes. You see, Rosewater has some memories of the times before the Event, and wants to restore them. To do that, however, he needs an operational Megadeuce. And not something like the walking corpses that demolished half the city two weeks back, something much more impressive than that. He had been trying to get his hands on yours, but when Swartsvald showed up in a red Megadeuce that flew, Rosewater changed his mind. He decided to put it back together and have Red Destiny eliminate you so he was unchallenged."
"But when Red Destiny was threatening me, she ranted about the Megadeuces being the scacred chariots of mankind, and how their pilots were supposed to be commanded."
Angel smirked again. "Who would have thougt that Alex Rosewater has a sense of humor? He was the one who programmed her. All that talk about being commanded and sacred chariots was in reference to their use as super-soldiers in the ancient armies."
"But she kept talking about destiny." Roger now realized that all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. If only-
"That was in referance to you inheriting your father's piloting skill, and finding his same Megadeuce. She was really there to just make sure you wouldn't be able to stop Rosewater."
"Roger, who is the Red Destiny person you are talking about? Was she the android who attacked you?" Dorothy had her eyes focused on his now.
"Yea, but there's something else..."
"What, you mean you haven't told her yet? Ha!" Angel seemed to find something funny, because she just sat back and watched Roger try to wriggle out from under Dorothy's gaze.
"Not only was she an android, she looked exactly like you, Dorothy. Same face, same voice, same dress in fact, but with a red cloak over it. I thought you and her were one and the same until I saw you in Bg O's cockpit."
Dorothy pondered this information for a moment, then turned and stood. "I see. I had wondered where she had gotten too." With this she went out onto the balcony, leaving Roger stunned yet again.
"You stay here. I'll be right back." He pointed an imposing finger at Angel, who merely shrugged and took another drink.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
"Here you are, Miss. Just as you requested." Norman set the teacup down, bowed, and retreated to the kitchen. Angel took a long drink before replacing the cup on its dish.
"So what is it you have to tell me that's so important? And what does it have to do with that disc Dorothy found?"
"Speaking of which, I'd like it back. It is my property, after all."
Roger grimaced, and was about to rebuke Angel when Dorothy handed her the disc. "Here. Here you go. I have no more use for it."
"Why'd you take it if you won't use it?" Roger exclaimed.
Dorothy gave him one of her long, cold stares. "I said I have no more use for it. I already copied the contents to one of my memory banks."
"Oh. Norman, can we have some privacy for a minute?"
Roger turned to Norman, and missed Angel and Dorothy locking gazes. Then Dorothy moved around an sat next to Roger.
"I suppose the best place to start with, as always, is the beginning. You should know that up until the Event, this was not Paradigm City. Gordon Rosewater gave it that name soon after he came to power."
"What was it before then?"
Angel looked up at Roger. "You should stop interrupting people while theyy're talking, Negotiator. It's a bad habit."
Smith grinned one of his most devious. "Sorry. Go on."
"Before the Event, this was New York, just one city out of hundreds that made up a nation. It acted as a port for ships traveling out across the ocean, and aircraft as well. It was not even the capitol of that nation, just another big city on the coast." She took another sip of her drink before continuing. "You should know that your Megadeuce, Roger, was one of several dozen stationed here as a military garrison. What we call the Event was just the first shot in a global war of immense proportions. In fact, your Megadeuce in particular was of pivotal importance in the battle that devastated the city. As was its pilot..."
"...A Mr. Jonathan Smith."
Roger was taken aback. Smith was a common enough name, surely-
"Yes Roger, he was your father. If he and that Megadeuce had emerged victorious that day forty years ago, the city and in fact the world would not be plunged into the dark age we know today." Angel glanced at Dorothy, and smiled. "I suppose it would also interest you to know that his wife was the woman she was modeled after."
Both Roger and Dorothy were suprised this time. Norman, conviniently just outside the doorway, slowly shook his head and returned to the kitchen.
"You mean-"
"I was modeled after-"
"His mother, yes."
Roger's mind was racing. "But that's impossible! Timothy Waynewright lost his daughter in the Event, and I was born long after! How could she be my mother?"
Angel sighed. "She didn't die forty years ago, she was just seperated from her father. Their mutual loss of memory made her forget him completely, so he never heard from her again and thought she was dead. She and her husband went into hiding with your Megadeuce, and the city was ravaged. Shortly after you were born, Roger, they were mysteriously killed in an accident. All memory of the Megadeuce was lost."
"But I lived."
"Yes. You were only 2 years old at the time, and Alex Rosewater believed that you must have some subliminal memories of your parents and their past. He placed you in what was known as Project: Total Recall."
Those words stirred something in Roger. "Those other people Red Destiny killed, they were-"
Angel nodded. "Others like you. Gordon Rosewater headed the project after resigning from his position at the head of the corporation, but when he finally retired, it simply collapsed. Most of the children were released onto the streets, except for you. An old friend of your father's put in a good word or two, and you instead wound up in an orphanage."
"The only place I remember growing up."
"Project Recall was designed to restore memories of the times before the Event by placing them in the minds of children, but you were placed there because of what Rosewater suspected you already knew. The project died before he got what he wanted, but that changed when you found the Megadeuce."
"That was what he wanted from me! Where my father had hidden it!"
"Yes. You see, Rosewater has some memories of the times before the Event, and wants to restore them. To do that, however, he needs an operational Megadeuce. And not something like the walking corpses that demolished half the city two weeks back, something much more impressive than that. He had been trying to get his hands on yours, but when Swartsvald showed up in a red Megadeuce that flew, Rosewater changed his mind. He decided to put it back together and have Red Destiny eliminate you so he was unchallenged."
"But when Red Destiny was threatening me, she ranted about the Megadeuces being the scacred chariots of mankind, and how their pilots were supposed to be commanded."
Angel smirked again. "Who would have thougt that Alex Rosewater has a sense of humor? He was the one who programmed her. All that talk about being commanded and sacred chariots was in reference to their use as super-soldiers in the ancient armies."
"But she kept talking about destiny." Roger now realized that all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. If only-
"That was in referance to you inheriting your father's piloting skill, and finding his same Megadeuce. She was really there to just make sure you wouldn't be able to stop Rosewater."
"Roger, who is the Red Destiny person you are talking about? Was she the android who attacked you?" Dorothy had her eyes focused on his now.
"Yea, but there's something else..."
"What, you mean you haven't told her yet? Ha!" Angel seemed to find something funny, because she just sat back and watched Roger try to wriggle out from under Dorothy's gaze.
"Not only was she an android, she looked exactly like you, Dorothy. Same face, same voice, same dress in fact, but with a red cloak over it. I thought you and her were one and the same until I saw you in Bg O's cockpit."
Dorothy pondered this information for a moment, then turned and stood. "I see. I had wondered where she had gotten too." With this she went out onto the balcony, leaving Roger stunned yet again.
"You stay here. I'll be right back." He pointed an imposing finger at Angel, who merely shrugged and took another drink.