The Raven
Part II- Training-The Basics
UC-1 jumped out from her sleep when her bedroom door was pounded on. She sat up, slightly startled on the same couch that she had fallen asleep on the previous night. Slowly, she got up, and walked towards the door, stretching her arms on the way. Her hands turned the knob, and opened the door; standing there were two female fixed ideas. They looked like the males, except they wore maids outfits. UC-1 stared awkwardly at the duo for a few seconds, not quite knowing what they wanted. Finally, she caught herself. "Uh, good morning." she said, putting on a smile, despite her tiredness.
The first fixed idea walked into the room, handing her a towel and some accessories. The second walked in with a vacuum and various cleaning products. UC-1 looked down at the objects and said, "....Thanks. Jose must have sent you up, right?" They nodded, and went about their work.
UC-1 walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She shook her head, and muttered to herself, "Weird. Doesn't Jose do anything for himself?" She lifted her head up and looked around the bathroom.
It was just as big as the bedroom itself! The floors were tiled, there had to have been at least five mirrors on the walls, there was a toilet, makeup and sink stand, and the bathtub was porcelain white and big enough to fit four people in....and it had....no it couldn't be....Jets on the sides!!
"Actually, I could get use to this!" She corrected herself.
*****
Jose sat in his oversized desk chair in his office, playing his video game. "Yes!! 50,000 points! Hahaha!"
Suddenly, he dropped the controller when the painting of his father started to come to life. He turned the chair around to face it, just as Von Riechter came up.
"Goooooood morning, Father!" said Jose nervously, trying to get on his good side.
"Jose, are you making sure that Ultra-Cyber 1 is comfortable?" he glared at Jose, intimidating him.
Jose winced back into the chair, and bared his teeth in a frightened way. "Y...yes, Father! I sent some fixed Ideas up there just an hour ago! She should be down soon!"
Von Riechter's body sat back in his seat, and he let is fingertips touch. "I expect you are going to start her training today?"
"Yes, Father! I will start her on it as soon as possible! No problem!" He let a fake laugh escape himself.
"Good. And Jose....don't fail this! Ultra-Cyber 1 turned out almost exactly how I wanted her! Don't fail her as you do your other assignments!" With that, his image drifted away until the painting was left quiet and placid.
Jose took in a breath and stuck out his tongue at the picture. "Don't fail me, Jose!....Don't fail as you do your other assignments, Jose! HA!" he mocked his father's voice and went back to his video game.
About fifteen minutes later, his door was knocked on. Jose looked at the Fixed Idea standing at his side, and pointed to the door. The Fixed Idea rushed over and flew the behemoth door open. In walked UC-1.
Jose looked up and smiled slightly. "Come here, UC-1!" he ordered.
She walked over to his desk, and sat on the corner of it.
"Did you enjoy your room?" He asked her, getting information now instead of later.
"It was great, Jose. I...." she stopped mid-sentence and look above his head at the young painting of Von Riechter. "Is that Von Riechter??" She asked.
Jose's face went into an unenthusiastic expression. "Yes...."
"Wow...he looks so....young!" UC-1 tried to catch the right words.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, down to business: we're going to start your training today." Jose jumped off the chair, onto the desk beside her.
UC-1 looked at his face for a moment then said, "Can I having something to eat first?"
Jose bounced off the desk onto the floor and started to walk towards the hall. "Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate." he clapped his hands and the same female Fixed Ideas that served UC-1 that morning came running down the hall and stood in front of Jose, making him look about ten inches tall.
"Prepare breakfast for two....AND HURRY IT UP!"
The Fixed Ideas scurried off to follow Jose's orders.
In the dinning room (which made a striking resemblance to a ball-room!) The two sat across from each other at the long, full table. There were several types of foods and drinks on it, mostly breakfast, but there might have even been some more exotic dishes.
UC-1 took a little juice, some eggs, toast, bacon, and something that looked like cantaloupe, but she wasn't quiet sure. She couldn't believe how much Jose ate. He had one of about everything on the table, and was shoveling it in like it was his last meal.
She stared at him, pondering how his little body could hold that much food! He finally noticed her observing him, and peered up at her, chewing for once. "....What?? I'm much older than I look you know!"
"My god, Jose, you eat like a man!"
"That's because I am! But I'm not getting into that right now, it's embarrassing." He glanced at the clock on the wall, and pushed up his glasses. "Alright, it's time to start you on your way to becoming a lean, mean, fighting machine! Let's go!"
*****
UC-1 walked by herself slowly in the mansion's back yard, even though it was practically the size of a football field. Jose had said he'd be back in a minute, and to familiarize herself with her training area. Around the grassy yard there was punching bags, trampolines, a running track, weights, you name it, it was there.
Just then, Jose came out the back door blowing a whistle. He had on the same brown shorts he had on in the morning, and the same tie, but now his shirt had been replaced by a small referee uniform. UC-1 tried not to snicker at him.
"Alright, team," he was obviously trying to encourage her, but he lacked to notice that she was the only person there. "Listen up! This will be hard, this will be tiring, but in the end, this will be rewarded! As soon as your done my training course, Cybersix and Data 7 won't stand a chance against you!"
"Whatever you say, Jose!" UC-1 saluted him in a playful way, and smiled.
The first thing Jose lead her to, was a huge, thick tree, holding three black punching bags. On each one, he drew a pathetic stick-figure Cybersix and Data 7 with a piece of chalk.
"What are those suppose to be?...." UC-1 asked him seriously.
Jose bared his teeth and growled slightly. "This is your enemy!! CYBERSIX!" he shouted, bouncing up and down on the ground. "Let me see what you can do already! Punch this bag....like this." Jose backed up, and prepared to punch the bag open. He winded his arm, and his fist came at the bag....and ricocheted off, not even denting it.
Jose's face twisted in pain, as he yelled out, "OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"
UC-1 sucked in a long breath through her teeth and mumbled, "Oh, that's gotta hurt...let me try, Jose." She backed away, and came at the bag. When her fist hit it, it smashed open and dropped out of the tree, throwing cotton everywhere.
Jose's mouth fell half-open; he stood silent for a few seconds, then shouted, "YES!"
UC-1 rubbed her knuckles with her free hand. "Ouch. That kind of hurt."
Jose payed no attention, he was too busy dancing around, thinking about how happy Father will be when he sees UC-1...then maybe he'll have a little respect for him.
"Ahem! Jose!...."
Jose stooped in the middle of his dance. "Huh? Oh, oh yes, you'll have that until you get use to it. Very good for the first time!" He took out a clip board and started scribbling down words frantically with a pencil. "Next, kick this bag. High kick, low kick, I don't care..... JUST DO IT!" he pointed to the second bag.
UC-1 looked at the bag, and got ready. She stood, facing the bag from her side, and with a slight jump, high kicked it right off the chain. Unfortunately, Jose seemed to be standing in its flying path, and was crushed underneath it.
About an hour later, after Jose had cleaned himself up, although he was still slightly limping from being flattened by the 100 pound bag, they continued with UC-1's training......
"Alright! Listen up! The last bag, use your head." Jose yelled from a far, far distance. Somehow he had become paranoid about standing beside her at the punching bags.
"My head? What do you mean? Do what I think I should do?"
"No!! Don't you follow orders?! Use...Your....HEAD! Ram into it!" Jose slammed his hand into his forehead, and blew his whistle.
UC-1 stood in front of it, silent and unmoving. Jose's eyes widened, and then squinted in annoyance. "Well?? What are you waiting for???"
"This is going to hurt, Jose! I'm not doing it!" She yelled over to him.
Jose ran over to her side from his safety and put his hands on his hips. "I thought you were going to make it, but I guess not! Your no better than the original Cybers were!!" He stopped yelling for a moment, and talked calmly to her. "I'm calling Father. He can destroy you just as easily as he created you." Jose started to walk towards the house.
UC-1 held out her arm. "No, Jose wait!" He turned and smiled cruelly, knowing that he had got to her.
She let her arms fall to her side. "Alright, you win. I'll do it."
"I thought you would." Quickly, Jose ran back to his secluded spot were he would stay safe. UC-1 back up as far as she could go, than ran at it full speed. She finally hit it, and fell to the ground.
"OW! How did I do?..." she asked holding her head.
Jose glanced at the punching bag, that was swinging back and forth at a great speed, but not dented. "You can do better." He once again scribbled onto his clip board.
UC-1 sat on the grass still holding her head. Under her breath she said, "I'd like to see you do better, kid."
"What was that?!?!?"
"Nothing, Jose....what's next?"
"What you just did was the basics of your fighting ability. The punches, the kicks, the head ramming, and practically anywhere else on your body...you know, legs, elbows, etc. After we do some of the more exotic training, we will try these again...and I expect better."
UC-1 stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "So.......what's next?" he repeated herself.
"Nothing yet!!!! You still have some more to go through with the basics! DON'T PATRONIZE ME, ULTRA-CYBER 1!!"
She squinted her eyes, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
*****
"Now, this is your test for the basic fighting: You have to destroy Data 7, here." Jose pointed to a Fixed Idea, dressed in a ripped and patched panther costume. He looked pretty silly, but UC-1 tried to hold her place of seriousness for the meantime.
"Jose, you can't be serious." She asked, rolling her eyes.
"Silence! Your starting to get mouthy!" He snapped. She stopped talking and looked him in the eye. "That's better." He snuck out of the way of the, ahem, 'panther', and the Ultra- Cyber, then blew the whistle.
The Fixed Idea came running at her. UC-1 jumped up, and completed a triple summer- salt before she kicked him in the face. The Fixed Idea grabbed his face, and stood still in shock. UC-1 flew her fist into his gut, then rammed the same spot with her elbow. The monster bent over, trying to recover his breath. She took this opportunity to head-butt him, and down he went.
Jose leaped into the air, and stood on the Idea's back. "Excellent! For the simple exercises you've learned today, you made use of them well!....I especially liked the way you hit him at his weakest moment! 'Get them when they are down'...that WAS going to be part of the next lesson, but I suppose you've covered it!" he again scribbled onto the clip board.
UC-1 stopped panting, and caught her breath. "Thanks, Jose. So, does this mean we can start to hunt Cybersix and Data 7?" she asked eagerly.
"Are you kidding??" he barked. "You have way more training to do!" he looked up at the sky, that was beginning to turn pink, purple, red, orange, and shades of blue. "But we will start them tomorrow."
To Be Continued in Part III...
Part II- Training-The Basics
UC-1 jumped out from her sleep when her bedroom door was pounded on. She sat up, slightly startled on the same couch that she had fallen asleep on the previous night. Slowly, she got up, and walked towards the door, stretching her arms on the way. Her hands turned the knob, and opened the door; standing there were two female fixed ideas. They looked like the males, except they wore maids outfits. UC-1 stared awkwardly at the duo for a few seconds, not quite knowing what they wanted. Finally, she caught herself. "Uh, good morning." she said, putting on a smile, despite her tiredness.
The first fixed idea walked into the room, handing her a towel and some accessories. The second walked in with a vacuum and various cleaning products. UC-1 looked down at the objects and said, "....Thanks. Jose must have sent you up, right?" They nodded, and went about their work.
UC-1 walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She shook her head, and muttered to herself, "Weird. Doesn't Jose do anything for himself?" She lifted her head up and looked around the bathroom.
It was just as big as the bedroom itself! The floors were tiled, there had to have been at least five mirrors on the walls, there was a toilet, makeup and sink stand, and the bathtub was porcelain white and big enough to fit four people in....and it had....no it couldn't be....Jets on the sides!!
"Actually, I could get use to this!" She corrected herself.
*****
Jose sat in his oversized desk chair in his office, playing his video game. "Yes!! 50,000 points! Hahaha!"
Suddenly, he dropped the controller when the painting of his father started to come to life. He turned the chair around to face it, just as Von Riechter came up.
"Goooooood morning, Father!" said Jose nervously, trying to get on his good side.
"Jose, are you making sure that Ultra-Cyber 1 is comfortable?" he glared at Jose, intimidating him.
Jose winced back into the chair, and bared his teeth in a frightened way. "Y...yes, Father! I sent some fixed Ideas up there just an hour ago! She should be down soon!"
Von Riechter's body sat back in his seat, and he let is fingertips touch. "I expect you are going to start her training today?"
"Yes, Father! I will start her on it as soon as possible! No problem!" He let a fake laugh escape himself.
"Good. And Jose....don't fail this! Ultra-Cyber 1 turned out almost exactly how I wanted her! Don't fail her as you do your other assignments!" With that, his image drifted away until the painting was left quiet and placid.
Jose took in a breath and stuck out his tongue at the picture. "Don't fail me, Jose!....Don't fail as you do your other assignments, Jose! HA!" he mocked his father's voice and went back to his video game.
About fifteen minutes later, his door was knocked on. Jose looked at the Fixed Idea standing at his side, and pointed to the door. The Fixed Idea rushed over and flew the behemoth door open. In walked UC-1.
Jose looked up and smiled slightly. "Come here, UC-1!" he ordered.
She walked over to his desk, and sat on the corner of it.
"Did you enjoy your room?" He asked her, getting information now instead of later.
"It was great, Jose. I...." she stopped mid-sentence and look above his head at the young painting of Von Riechter. "Is that Von Riechter??" She asked.
Jose's face went into an unenthusiastic expression. "Yes...."
"Wow...he looks so....young!" UC-1 tried to catch the right words.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, down to business: we're going to start your training today." Jose jumped off the chair, onto the desk beside her.
UC-1 looked at his face for a moment then said, "Can I having something to eat first?"
Jose bounced off the desk onto the floor and started to walk towards the hall. "Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate." he clapped his hands and the same female Fixed Ideas that served UC-1 that morning came running down the hall and stood in front of Jose, making him look about ten inches tall.
"Prepare breakfast for two....AND HURRY IT UP!"
The Fixed Ideas scurried off to follow Jose's orders.
In the dinning room (which made a striking resemblance to a ball-room!) The two sat across from each other at the long, full table. There were several types of foods and drinks on it, mostly breakfast, but there might have even been some more exotic dishes.
UC-1 took a little juice, some eggs, toast, bacon, and something that looked like cantaloupe, but she wasn't quiet sure. She couldn't believe how much Jose ate. He had one of about everything on the table, and was shoveling it in like it was his last meal.
She stared at him, pondering how his little body could hold that much food! He finally noticed her observing him, and peered up at her, chewing for once. "....What?? I'm much older than I look you know!"
"My god, Jose, you eat like a man!"
"That's because I am! But I'm not getting into that right now, it's embarrassing." He glanced at the clock on the wall, and pushed up his glasses. "Alright, it's time to start you on your way to becoming a lean, mean, fighting machine! Let's go!"
*****
UC-1 walked by herself slowly in the mansion's back yard, even though it was practically the size of a football field. Jose had said he'd be back in a minute, and to familiarize herself with her training area. Around the grassy yard there was punching bags, trampolines, a running track, weights, you name it, it was there.
Just then, Jose came out the back door blowing a whistle. He had on the same brown shorts he had on in the morning, and the same tie, but now his shirt had been replaced by a small referee uniform. UC-1 tried not to snicker at him.
"Alright, team," he was obviously trying to encourage her, but he lacked to notice that she was the only person there. "Listen up! This will be hard, this will be tiring, but in the end, this will be rewarded! As soon as your done my training course, Cybersix and Data 7 won't stand a chance against you!"
"Whatever you say, Jose!" UC-1 saluted him in a playful way, and smiled.
The first thing Jose lead her to, was a huge, thick tree, holding three black punching bags. On each one, he drew a pathetic stick-figure Cybersix and Data 7 with a piece of chalk.
"What are those suppose to be?...." UC-1 asked him seriously.
Jose bared his teeth and growled slightly. "This is your enemy!! CYBERSIX!" he shouted, bouncing up and down on the ground. "Let me see what you can do already! Punch this bag....like this." Jose backed up, and prepared to punch the bag open. He winded his arm, and his fist came at the bag....and ricocheted off, not even denting it.
Jose's face twisted in pain, as he yelled out, "OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"
UC-1 sucked in a long breath through her teeth and mumbled, "Oh, that's gotta hurt...let me try, Jose." She backed away, and came at the bag. When her fist hit it, it smashed open and dropped out of the tree, throwing cotton everywhere.
Jose's mouth fell half-open; he stood silent for a few seconds, then shouted, "YES!"
UC-1 rubbed her knuckles with her free hand. "Ouch. That kind of hurt."
Jose payed no attention, he was too busy dancing around, thinking about how happy Father will be when he sees UC-1...then maybe he'll have a little respect for him.
"Ahem! Jose!...."
Jose stooped in the middle of his dance. "Huh? Oh, oh yes, you'll have that until you get use to it. Very good for the first time!" He took out a clip board and started scribbling down words frantically with a pencil. "Next, kick this bag. High kick, low kick, I don't care..... JUST DO IT!" he pointed to the second bag.
UC-1 looked at the bag, and got ready. She stood, facing the bag from her side, and with a slight jump, high kicked it right off the chain. Unfortunately, Jose seemed to be standing in its flying path, and was crushed underneath it.
About an hour later, after Jose had cleaned himself up, although he was still slightly limping from being flattened by the 100 pound bag, they continued with UC-1's training......
"Alright! Listen up! The last bag, use your head." Jose yelled from a far, far distance. Somehow he had become paranoid about standing beside her at the punching bags.
"My head? What do you mean? Do what I think I should do?"
"No!! Don't you follow orders?! Use...Your....HEAD! Ram into it!" Jose slammed his hand into his forehead, and blew his whistle.
UC-1 stood in front of it, silent and unmoving. Jose's eyes widened, and then squinted in annoyance. "Well?? What are you waiting for???"
"This is going to hurt, Jose! I'm not doing it!" She yelled over to him.
Jose ran over to her side from his safety and put his hands on his hips. "I thought you were going to make it, but I guess not! Your no better than the original Cybers were!!" He stopped yelling for a moment, and talked calmly to her. "I'm calling Father. He can destroy you just as easily as he created you." Jose started to walk towards the house.
UC-1 held out her arm. "No, Jose wait!" He turned and smiled cruelly, knowing that he had got to her.
She let her arms fall to her side. "Alright, you win. I'll do it."
"I thought you would." Quickly, Jose ran back to his secluded spot were he would stay safe. UC-1 back up as far as she could go, than ran at it full speed. She finally hit it, and fell to the ground.
"OW! How did I do?..." she asked holding her head.
Jose glanced at the punching bag, that was swinging back and forth at a great speed, but not dented. "You can do better." He once again scribbled onto his clip board.
UC-1 sat on the grass still holding her head. Under her breath she said, "I'd like to see you do better, kid."
"What was that?!?!?"
"Nothing, Jose....what's next?"
"What you just did was the basics of your fighting ability. The punches, the kicks, the head ramming, and practically anywhere else on your body...you know, legs, elbows, etc. After we do some of the more exotic training, we will try these again...and I expect better."
UC-1 stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "So.......what's next?" he repeated herself.
"Nothing yet!!!! You still have some more to go through with the basics! DON'T PATRONIZE ME, ULTRA-CYBER 1!!"
She squinted her eyes, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
*****
"Now, this is your test for the basic fighting: You have to destroy Data 7, here." Jose pointed to a Fixed Idea, dressed in a ripped and patched panther costume. He looked pretty silly, but UC-1 tried to hold her place of seriousness for the meantime.
"Jose, you can't be serious." She asked, rolling her eyes.
"Silence! Your starting to get mouthy!" He snapped. She stopped talking and looked him in the eye. "That's better." He snuck out of the way of the, ahem, 'panther', and the Ultra- Cyber, then blew the whistle.
The Fixed Idea came running at her. UC-1 jumped up, and completed a triple summer- salt before she kicked him in the face. The Fixed Idea grabbed his face, and stood still in shock. UC-1 flew her fist into his gut, then rammed the same spot with her elbow. The monster bent over, trying to recover his breath. She took this opportunity to head-butt him, and down he went.
Jose leaped into the air, and stood on the Idea's back. "Excellent! For the simple exercises you've learned today, you made use of them well!....I especially liked the way you hit him at his weakest moment! 'Get them when they are down'...that WAS going to be part of the next lesson, but I suppose you've covered it!" he again scribbled onto the clip board.
UC-1 stopped panting, and caught her breath. "Thanks, Jose. So, does this mean we can start to hunt Cybersix and Data 7?" she asked eagerly.
"Are you kidding??" he barked. "You have way more training to do!" he looked up at the sky, that was beginning to turn pink, purple, red, orange, and shades of blue. "But we will start them tomorrow."
To Be Continued in Part III...
