Epilogue

20XX A.D. About a week after the events in Chapter 1...

Bass was pacing around his room again, restless. Treble, used to this behavior from his master by now, merely rumbled an annoyed growl and lied on the bed. Bass stopped for a moment to glance out his window at the Earth below. Living in space does have its advantages, he thought to himself. Then he continued with his pacing. Finally he came to his desk. He plopped down on the chair and removed his helmet, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He sighed and drew from a desk drawer a photograph of Roll. Earlier words were now coming back to haunt him.

If you hate Wily so much, then why do you work for him? her voice rang as clear now as it had back then.

"Why do I still work for the old coot?" Bass muttered. Before it had been his hatred for Mega Man that kept him with Wily. But he no longer hated Mega Man anymore, so what was the point?

Finally, Bass came to a decision. He stood up abruptly and replaced his helmet. "C'mon, Treb!" he called to his dog. "We're leaveing!"

Bass stormed through the hallways of Wily's space fortress with a purpose. Finally he came to it. A cleverly hidden teleportation hatch, capable of sending anyone who stepped into it down to the planet below. Bass set the controls to set him down on a certain coordinance down on the planet below, then randomized the computer so that Wily wouldn't be able to easily follow him. When he was done, Bass took one last look down the empty hallways. "So long, Doc. You gave me some of the worst years of my life. I'm gonna miss you..."

With that, Bass stepped into the hatch, and in a flash of violet, he was gone.

The End? Not by a long shot...