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.
Dorothy had assumed her usual position on the railing of the mansion when Roger caught up with her. "What did you mean, Dorothy? How did you know about Red Destiny?"
She turned, and sat on the stone rail. "I didn't. I did know, however, that I was not the first R. Dorothy Waynewright."
"Huh??"
"The android you encountered must have been an earlier prototype, a version that my father and Soldarno created while trying to build me. In effect, we were sisters."
"I see. And how many more of your 'sisters' are still out there somewhere?"
"Only one ever vanished without a trace. The rest were recycled. Her phyisical form copied the original Dorothy perfectly, but her proggramming left something to be desired. One night, she reacted violently to my father trying work on her circuits, and fled. He searched, but had given up long before you and I met."
She looked in throught the window at Angel, who saw them and waved. "But anyone who knew what they were doing could have copied her systems exactly, Roger. If Rosewater examined her thouroughly enough, he could have an endless number of androids to send after you. All of which look identical to me."
Roger shuddered. "Having one Dorothy around the house is bad enough, but an army of them?"
She turned to him. "I have forgotten to remind you that you are a louse, M. Smith. Just so you do not forget that fact." With that she pushed off the rail and started back towards the door.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Is there anything else we should know?" Roger inquired of Angel as he came back inside.
"Yes. Now that Rosewater knows Red Destiny has failed, he'll still try to eliminate you. You and your Megadeuce pose too much of a threat to his plans."
"So do you think he'll use Big Duo, or another killer android?"
"What's Big Duo?"
Roger blinked, then remember that aside from himself, Dorothy, Norman, and Swartzvald, nobody knew what the two Megadeuces had been named. "That's what Swartzvald called his Megadeuce. You know, the one you took for a joyride the other night?" He smirked again. "I can't imagine that Rosewater was happy at that, especially since you saved my hide."
Angel smiled ferally. "I know as well as you do that once Rosewater has his hands on a functional Megadeuce, nothing will stop him. I decided that it would be better if I kept him waiting a bit longer."
Roger puzzled over her words, then laughed. "Angel, don't tell me you've stolen his Megadeuce!!"
"What better way for an angel to fly, but in style? Though I don't quite like the color scheme. I wonder where I can find enough pink paint..."
"I believe, Miss Angel, that we have sufficient quantities stored in the supplies downstairs," said Norman. "I always keep the basic colors in stock, should Master Roger have a change in his fashion sense, or lack thereof."
Angel burst out laughing, and Roger could've sworn that Dorothy's lips moved slightly upwards at the ends, but he was not amused. Norman's occasional threat to paint Big O pink to get Roger to do something was no longer a joking matter.
Angel finally managed to stop her laughter, and wiped away a single tear. "There is one more thing I think you should know, Roger."
"Really? You've answered most of my questions."
"Don't you wonder about what happened to your parents?"
Roger was suddenly enveloped in a flood of memories. Memories of his earliest childhood, of a warm motherly face comforting him to bed every night, of a stalward father who was proud of his son, of a life so different than his own he had trouble accepting the memories. He recalled the moment he had awoken in the catacombs deep beneath the city, mistakenly calling Dorothy his mother. At least that reaction was explained, now. All this flashed past in an instant. "Yes, Angel, I admit you have my interest peaked."
The blonde woman pursed her lips, and Roger knew what she had to say was not good news. "Your parents died in a fire, Roger. The home you grew up in burst into flames, one night. The same good friend of your father's who kept you from winding up on the street later saved you from that fire, but your parents were lost. I've looked at the old police records, and they didn't think it was an accident. All the evidence pointed to arson, but they never caught their suspect."
"Who was it? Who did they suspect?!?"
"There wasn't much known about the man, except that he had dealings with the Corporation. Rosewater himself knew the guy, and expressed his shock that such a thing could happend publicly." She looked up at Roger. "Almost as if he were covering his tracks."
The words sunk deep into his soul, to the very depths of his heart, where memories long dead awoke with a ferocity that overwhelmed his senses. His parents, lost so long ago, with all the evidence pointing to Rosewater as having them eliminated. His chance for a normal life destroyed before it had even come. He had not known them, and recalled his parents only in the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, but still he mourned for them, and he knew what he had to do. He rose, shaking, and ran out of the room. "Roger!" Angel called. She rose, and halfway followed him. "Don't try anything stupid!!"
Norman realized what Angel had, and hurried of in hot pursuit. But Roger had too good of a lead, and just as Norman reached the repair bay--
Big O vanished downwards, to the tunnels beneath the city, hurtling towards the central dome, with a pilot on the brink of insanity, and only one thing on his mind...
Vengance...
To Be Continued...
Talk about cliffhangers! :P
Send in those reviews if you want more!!
To anybody who wonders why I say Paradigm City is New York, notice this:
The river Bonnie Frazier fell into was called the Hudson...
Roger first met Big Duo at the ruins of the JFK international airport...
Could Electric City have been Niagra falls? If so, Big O's underground train is awfully fast!
Just give it some thought!
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.
Dorothy had assumed her usual position on the railing of the mansion when Roger caught up with her. "What did you mean, Dorothy? How did you know about Red Destiny?"
She turned, and sat on the stone rail. "I didn't. I did know, however, that I was not the first R. Dorothy Waynewright."
"Huh??"
"The android you encountered must have been an earlier prototype, a version that my father and Soldarno created while trying to build me. In effect, we were sisters."
"I see. And how many more of your 'sisters' are still out there somewhere?"
"Only one ever vanished without a trace. The rest were recycled. Her phyisical form copied the original Dorothy perfectly, but her proggramming left something to be desired. One night, she reacted violently to my father trying work on her circuits, and fled. He searched, but had given up long before you and I met."
She looked in throught the window at Angel, who saw them and waved. "But anyone who knew what they were doing could have copied her systems exactly, Roger. If Rosewater examined her thouroughly enough, he could have an endless number of androids to send after you. All of which look identical to me."
Roger shuddered. "Having one Dorothy around the house is bad enough, but an army of them?"
She turned to him. "I have forgotten to remind you that you are a louse, M. Smith. Just so you do not forget that fact." With that she pushed off the rail and started back towards the door.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Is there anything else we should know?" Roger inquired of Angel as he came back inside.
"Yes. Now that Rosewater knows Red Destiny has failed, he'll still try to eliminate you. You and your Megadeuce pose too much of a threat to his plans."
"So do you think he'll use Big Duo, or another killer android?"
"What's Big Duo?"
Roger blinked, then remember that aside from himself, Dorothy, Norman, and Swartzvald, nobody knew what the two Megadeuces had been named. "That's what Swartzvald called his Megadeuce. You know, the one you took for a joyride the other night?" He smirked again. "I can't imagine that Rosewater was happy at that, especially since you saved my hide."
Angel smiled ferally. "I know as well as you do that once Rosewater has his hands on a functional Megadeuce, nothing will stop him. I decided that it would be better if I kept him waiting a bit longer."
Roger puzzled over her words, then laughed. "Angel, don't tell me you've stolen his Megadeuce!!"
"What better way for an angel to fly, but in style? Though I don't quite like the color scheme. I wonder where I can find enough pink paint..."
"I believe, Miss Angel, that we have sufficient quantities stored in the supplies downstairs," said Norman. "I always keep the basic colors in stock, should Master Roger have a change in his fashion sense, or lack thereof."
Angel burst out laughing, and Roger could've sworn that Dorothy's lips moved slightly upwards at the ends, but he was not amused. Norman's occasional threat to paint Big O pink to get Roger to do something was no longer a joking matter.
Angel finally managed to stop her laughter, and wiped away a single tear. "There is one more thing I think you should know, Roger."
"Really? You've answered most of my questions."
"Don't you wonder about what happened to your parents?"
Roger was suddenly enveloped in a flood of memories. Memories of his earliest childhood, of a warm motherly face comforting him to bed every night, of a stalward father who was proud of his son, of a life so different than his own he had trouble accepting the memories. He recalled the moment he had awoken in the catacombs deep beneath the city, mistakenly calling Dorothy his mother. At least that reaction was explained, now. All this flashed past in an instant. "Yes, Angel, I admit you have my interest peaked."
The blonde woman pursed her lips, and Roger knew what she had to say was not good news. "Your parents died in a fire, Roger. The home you grew up in burst into flames, one night. The same good friend of your father's who kept you from winding up on the street later saved you from that fire, but your parents were lost. I've looked at the old police records, and they didn't think it was an accident. All the evidence pointed to arson, but they never caught their suspect."
"Who was it? Who did they suspect?!?"
"There wasn't much known about the man, except that he had dealings with the Corporation. Rosewater himself knew the guy, and expressed his shock that such a thing could happend publicly." She looked up at Roger. "Almost as if he were covering his tracks."
The words sunk deep into his soul, to the very depths of his heart, where memories long dead awoke with a ferocity that overwhelmed his senses. His parents, lost so long ago, with all the evidence pointing to Rosewater as having them eliminated. His chance for a normal life destroyed before it had even come. He had not known them, and recalled his parents only in the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, but still he mourned for them, and he knew what he had to do. He rose, shaking, and ran out of the room. "Roger!" Angel called. She rose, and halfway followed him. "Don't try anything stupid!!"
Norman realized what Angel had, and hurried of in hot pursuit. But Roger had too good of a lead, and just as Norman reached the repair bay--
Big O vanished downwards, to the tunnels beneath the city, hurtling towards the central dome, with a pilot on the brink of insanity, and only one thing on his mind...
Vengance...
To Be Continued...
Talk about cliffhangers! :P
Send in those reviews if you want more!!
To anybody who wonders why I say Paradigm City is New York, notice this:
The river Bonnie Frazier fell into was called the Hudson...
Roger first met Big Duo at the ruins of the JFK international airport...
Could Electric City have been Niagra falls? If so, Big O's underground train is awfully fast!
Just give it some thought!