Author's note: Most characters belong to Capcom-rest belong to me. Also, no
way I'm releasing new chapters for 2 weeks, so I must have at least 4
sensible reviews from four different people. And if you're waiting for a
"romantic involvement between Megaman and Tron, this is it. (Kind of.)
Megaman Legends: The Lariozan Connection
Chapter 6: Inkilapci
"W-w-where the heck am I?" muttered a weak and waking-up Burnley, noticing the metallic floors of a capsule.
"In my masterpiece, my friend," replied a smiling Tron, after which she continued checking the controls. "So make yourself comfortable there, it may be your last!", she continued, followed by a weak giggle.
Burnley felt his stomach cringe. "Well, you lucky bastard," he said to himself, "you've met many people, some dead. If this damn pirate gets to take him as hostage and something wrong happens, you'll be meeting Marge and your deceased friends!"
"Say, ma'am," he said rather tensely, "you're not planning to use me as some Trojan horse to drive the 7th ID out of here, are you?"
"Hell no!" she replied, one eyebrow raised. "It's not Carbonell I'm after, it's your companion." Her mouth slightly twitched.
"Settling scores, I see?" It was Burnley's turn to play it cooly. He noticed a slight blush on the pirate's cheeks. "Or settling emotions? I can help-"
"Just shut up, Burnley!" she snapped, then calmed somewhat. "I have a pistol here, and if you get your damn mouth talking, I swear you won't have a damn head to hold it!" She was waving a gun. Later, she noticed a blip on the screen. "Well, well, your ward is here! Let's get going! Inkilapci, engage!" As she said this, she felt somewhat funny inside. "Why am I doing this? I'm not getting any better fighting Megaman. I feel a bit weird." Her hands were shaking.
Meanwhile, Burnley thought to himself, "Inkilapci? Turkish for revolution. But she certainly doesn't like these folks." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Megaman had reached the town square. After battling some tanks and rebels, the Digger was awash in sweat. By this time, the conversation had long finished, and the mini-skirmishes had given Tron enough time to get Burnley in the robot. And it was coming right his way.
The robot looked like the last one he fought with in Katellox, although this time, it was gray and larger, and was made in the form of a squid. Its head had a hole on top, which looked like a missile silo, and its sides had 4 cannons. As before, a machine gun turret was on the bottom, under the head, and the tentacles were fitted with rockets. This squid was one giant catch.
"All right, Tron, what's all this?" asked an irate Megaman.
"Good guess! Now what's all this indeed?" the pirate sneered from the console. "You may realize, boy, that you're getting yourself in a deep pile of problems here. And I could say that the ALPRA guy was one of them."
"Where in the world is Mr. Burnley?" he angrily asked. "Where have you taken him?"
"Oh, hard to say. Let him explain for you." As she said this, the hatch opened, and out came a platform, with both passengers, one aiming at the other. (You know well who's aiming at who.)
Burnley spoke with overall calm. "You know, Volnutt, I've gone into a tangle of problems covering this place, including hostage situations. I've gone through them, and I hope both of you would PLEASE HELP ME GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ONE TOO! I have three children to attend to, and am not looking forward to seeing Marge yet."
Tron then cleared her throat, and said, "Thanks, Burnley, we will get you out. So, Megaman, what will you choose? Get both of you alive and packing out of here, or..."
"No way I'm falling for that old trick, Tron Bonne!" Megaman said indignantly. "If you have any problem with that, let's duke it out here!"
An angered Tron then snapped in reply, "Then so be it! Get us in!" Immediately, the platform reenterd the console, the guns were loaded, and the battle had begun.
"God bless you, Volnutt!" was all that Burnley could think of. "You're the son I never will have!"
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Megaman readied his Buster gun, as well as his water cannon and some unexploded grenades he picked up from fleeing rebels (the pins were still there). As before, the the tentacles of the robot would spin and if he happened to be underneath, he would take a beating. The gun turrets, the missiles, almost all the ammunition was thrown at him, and when they hit him, he would get briefly disoriented before he could get back on his feet.
"Is that the best that you can do?" Tron shouted tauntingly. "Come on and give me what you've got!"
Megaman was caught in a damn-if-you-did-damn-if-you-didn't situation. How the hell can he get Burnley off the robot without getting injured? And... he tried to get that idea out of his mind. He wasn't one to harbor grudges, but Tron...what about her? Can she get out of this one too, with a few scratches and a skin covered in soot, as before? Whatever he was thinking, his mind drove it to the back burner and focused it on finding ways of disabling the robot's weaponry. After busting the gun turret below, he focused on the missiles on the tentacles, and after a harrowing time spent dodging and blowing them up via water cannon (the missiles, thanks to the sheer amount of water, lost their homing capabilities and would explode mid-air), he tossed a grenade, jumping free-throw style, into the missile silo above the robot, disabling the cannons and the missiles in it.
Meanwhile, Burnley had untied himself and taking advantage of the fact that his captor was busy trying to get Megaman, got up, picked up a loose pipe, and started hitting the controls to Tron's left.
"JESUS, BURNLEY, ARE YOU CRAZY? YOU'RE GOING TO GET US KILLED!" shrieked the alarmed brunette.
"DON'T WORRY! I'VE COVERED HAZALASTAN, AND THEY SAY, THE HOLY MARTYR GETS TO HEAVEN!" replied a smiling Burnley as he pointed the pipe at Tron.
As in response, she immediately pulled out her pistol, but Burnley, in an event he would regret later, punched her in the chest ("Thank you, cushioned bra," she thought), to be met by a kick in the groin ("Gracias, jockstrap!"). By then they were fighting for the controls, as a puzzled but still combative Megaman kept on lobbing grenades at an increasingly wobbling robot.
Inside, the lights were going red, and there was danger of exploding. And by the time Tron got to control the Inkilapci again...
KABOOM!
Megaman immediately went to where Burnley was, seeing a man with a charred but still largely intact floral print polo and ankle-long shorts that were once long trousers. "Aaagh! Y-y-you-you made it, Volnutt!" he groaned as he was helped up. "Try to get your chickadee there, old boy! I think she's still smarting from the squabble up there a while ago."
And as usual, a slightly charred Tron Bonne, standing straight, body bloodied (not literally) but ego unbowed, stood up and after a few coughs fixed and dusted herself, face nonchalant but mouth smirking.
"You all right?" was all that Megaman could say.
"I'm still fine thanks to old Burnley all right," she replied, brightening up. "I knew you'd be kicking my bum again, so don't worry, I'll get ya next time!" After picking up a communicator in her pocket, she said, "Let's get them boys out of here. Pronto!" as she winked at the boy who defeated her.
"But señorita, I don't think..." replied a deep voice from the other line.
"Callate! (Shut up!)" said Tron, in commanding but jovial Spanish. " Tu puedo atrasar es nuestros soldados (You can withdraw our soldiers). Besides, we're off to a better target, are we not? Y atrasar el grupo de Comandante Verde también, en pronto(And withdraw Comandante Verde's group as well)!"
"Si, señorita, we will," replied the other line as a Drache dropped down a ramp, and all around them, rebel vehicles were going out from the frontline. "Don't forget, pal, it's your day for now, but tomorrow is ours for the taking!" Tron shouted defiantly as she boarded the airship. "I'll make sure you'll pay! Let's go!" As in response, the Drache got going and zoomed off with the rest.
On their tail: Lariozan Marines.
The platoon leader couldn't believe what he was seeing: The giant, smoldering remains of the metal squid they tried in vain to fight off a long ago, and two lone males, and one of them, a 15-year-old boy, sporting blue armor, a blue helmet with the letters TV in the front, and a journalists' vest, and a 46-year-old man in a blackened red print shirt with torn pants and Panama hat. He had a hard time linking the scenario.
"Umm. Who are you?" the lieutenant said to the two in broken English. "And where you come from?"
"We're Althirians. And we're looking for a way back to San Gabriel," replied Megaman. After chatting with the platoon leader about their predicament, he said, "He thanks you for helping out. And if you want to go to San Gabriel, they've found the van. They're bringing it here." As he was speaking, a car with a green flag bearing 2 stars approached.
"So, is this the one, Mr. Burnley? I don't believe it!" General Carbonell said after he left the car. "Someone so young as Señor Volnutt could not have put down this robot, no?"
"Kinda agree with you there, General. Can you please get us to San Gabriel? I do think it's getting late."
"San Gabriel? Sure. I'll have the checkpoints allow you in. Moran was startled about the withdrawal-how much more this!"
The van, with Esteban and Tacio and the equipment, came in, being towed by a military truck.
Well what next? Tune in soon to find out on Chapter 7: Ruins and Rebels-A Deadly Cocktail!
Whew! This has gotta be my longest chapter yet! Thanks to some persistent folks here, I've sneaked in the feelings of our two fellers here. But please give more ideas! Adios!
Megaman Legends: The Lariozan Connection
Chapter 6: Inkilapci
"W-w-where the heck am I?" muttered a weak and waking-up Burnley, noticing the metallic floors of a capsule.
"In my masterpiece, my friend," replied a smiling Tron, after which she continued checking the controls. "So make yourself comfortable there, it may be your last!", she continued, followed by a weak giggle.
Burnley felt his stomach cringe. "Well, you lucky bastard," he said to himself, "you've met many people, some dead. If this damn pirate gets to take him as hostage and something wrong happens, you'll be meeting Marge and your deceased friends!"
"Say, ma'am," he said rather tensely, "you're not planning to use me as some Trojan horse to drive the 7th ID out of here, are you?"
"Hell no!" she replied, one eyebrow raised. "It's not Carbonell I'm after, it's your companion." Her mouth slightly twitched.
"Settling scores, I see?" It was Burnley's turn to play it cooly. He noticed a slight blush on the pirate's cheeks. "Or settling emotions? I can help-"
"Just shut up, Burnley!" she snapped, then calmed somewhat. "I have a pistol here, and if you get your damn mouth talking, I swear you won't have a damn head to hold it!" She was waving a gun. Later, she noticed a blip on the screen. "Well, well, your ward is here! Let's get going! Inkilapci, engage!" As she said this, she felt somewhat funny inside. "Why am I doing this? I'm not getting any better fighting Megaman. I feel a bit weird." Her hands were shaking.
Meanwhile, Burnley thought to himself, "Inkilapci? Turkish for revolution. But she certainly doesn't like these folks." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Megaman had reached the town square. After battling some tanks and rebels, the Digger was awash in sweat. By this time, the conversation had long finished, and the mini-skirmishes had given Tron enough time to get Burnley in the robot. And it was coming right his way.
The robot looked like the last one he fought with in Katellox, although this time, it was gray and larger, and was made in the form of a squid. Its head had a hole on top, which looked like a missile silo, and its sides had 4 cannons. As before, a machine gun turret was on the bottom, under the head, and the tentacles were fitted with rockets. This squid was one giant catch.
"All right, Tron, what's all this?" asked an irate Megaman.
"Good guess! Now what's all this indeed?" the pirate sneered from the console. "You may realize, boy, that you're getting yourself in a deep pile of problems here. And I could say that the ALPRA guy was one of them."
"Where in the world is Mr. Burnley?" he angrily asked. "Where have you taken him?"
"Oh, hard to say. Let him explain for you." As she said this, the hatch opened, and out came a platform, with both passengers, one aiming at the other. (You know well who's aiming at who.)
Burnley spoke with overall calm. "You know, Volnutt, I've gone into a tangle of problems covering this place, including hostage situations. I've gone through them, and I hope both of you would PLEASE HELP ME GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ONE TOO! I have three children to attend to, and am not looking forward to seeing Marge yet."
Tron then cleared her throat, and said, "Thanks, Burnley, we will get you out. So, Megaman, what will you choose? Get both of you alive and packing out of here, or..."
"No way I'm falling for that old trick, Tron Bonne!" Megaman said indignantly. "If you have any problem with that, let's duke it out here!"
An angered Tron then snapped in reply, "Then so be it! Get us in!" Immediately, the platform reenterd the console, the guns were loaded, and the battle had begun.
"God bless you, Volnutt!" was all that Burnley could think of. "You're the son I never will have!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Megaman readied his Buster gun, as well as his water cannon and some unexploded grenades he picked up from fleeing rebels (the pins were still there). As before, the the tentacles of the robot would spin and if he happened to be underneath, he would take a beating. The gun turrets, the missiles, almost all the ammunition was thrown at him, and when they hit him, he would get briefly disoriented before he could get back on his feet.
"Is that the best that you can do?" Tron shouted tauntingly. "Come on and give me what you've got!"
Megaman was caught in a damn-if-you-did-damn-if-you-didn't situation. How the hell can he get Burnley off the robot without getting injured? And... he tried to get that idea out of his mind. He wasn't one to harbor grudges, but Tron...what about her? Can she get out of this one too, with a few scratches and a skin covered in soot, as before? Whatever he was thinking, his mind drove it to the back burner and focused it on finding ways of disabling the robot's weaponry. After busting the gun turret below, he focused on the missiles on the tentacles, and after a harrowing time spent dodging and blowing them up via water cannon (the missiles, thanks to the sheer amount of water, lost their homing capabilities and would explode mid-air), he tossed a grenade, jumping free-throw style, into the missile silo above the robot, disabling the cannons and the missiles in it.
Meanwhile, Burnley had untied himself and taking advantage of the fact that his captor was busy trying to get Megaman, got up, picked up a loose pipe, and started hitting the controls to Tron's left.
"JESUS, BURNLEY, ARE YOU CRAZY? YOU'RE GOING TO GET US KILLED!" shrieked the alarmed brunette.
"DON'T WORRY! I'VE COVERED HAZALASTAN, AND THEY SAY, THE HOLY MARTYR GETS TO HEAVEN!" replied a smiling Burnley as he pointed the pipe at Tron.
As in response, she immediately pulled out her pistol, but Burnley, in an event he would regret later, punched her in the chest ("Thank you, cushioned bra," she thought), to be met by a kick in the groin ("Gracias, jockstrap!"). By then they were fighting for the controls, as a puzzled but still combative Megaman kept on lobbing grenades at an increasingly wobbling robot.
Inside, the lights were going red, and there was danger of exploding. And by the time Tron got to control the Inkilapci again...
KABOOM!
Megaman immediately went to where Burnley was, seeing a man with a charred but still largely intact floral print polo and ankle-long shorts that were once long trousers. "Aaagh! Y-y-you-you made it, Volnutt!" he groaned as he was helped up. "Try to get your chickadee there, old boy! I think she's still smarting from the squabble up there a while ago."
And as usual, a slightly charred Tron Bonne, standing straight, body bloodied (not literally) but ego unbowed, stood up and after a few coughs fixed and dusted herself, face nonchalant but mouth smirking.
"You all right?" was all that Megaman could say.
"I'm still fine thanks to old Burnley all right," she replied, brightening up. "I knew you'd be kicking my bum again, so don't worry, I'll get ya next time!" After picking up a communicator in her pocket, she said, "Let's get them boys out of here. Pronto!" as she winked at the boy who defeated her.
"But señorita, I don't think..." replied a deep voice from the other line.
"Callate! (Shut up!)" said Tron, in commanding but jovial Spanish. " Tu puedo atrasar es nuestros soldados (You can withdraw our soldiers). Besides, we're off to a better target, are we not? Y atrasar el grupo de Comandante Verde también, en pronto(And withdraw Comandante Verde's group as well)!"
"Si, señorita, we will," replied the other line as a Drache dropped down a ramp, and all around them, rebel vehicles were going out from the frontline. "Don't forget, pal, it's your day for now, but tomorrow is ours for the taking!" Tron shouted defiantly as she boarded the airship. "I'll make sure you'll pay! Let's go!" As in response, the Drache got going and zoomed off with the rest.
On their tail: Lariozan Marines.
The platoon leader couldn't believe what he was seeing: The giant, smoldering remains of the metal squid they tried in vain to fight off a long ago, and two lone males, and one of them, a 15-year-old boy, sporting blue armor, a blue helmet with the letters TV in the front, and a journalists' vest, and a 46-year-old man in a blackened red print shirt with torn pants and Panama hat. He had a hard time linking the scenario.
"Umm. Who are you?" the lieutenant said to the two in broken English. "And where you come from?"
"We're Althirians. And we're looking for a way back to San Gabriel," replied Megaman. After chatting with the platoon leader about their predicament, he said, "He thanks you for helping out. And if you want to go to San Gabriel, they've found the van. They're bringing it here." As he was speaking, a car with a green flag bearing 2 stars approached.
"So, is this the one, Mr. Burnley? I don't believe it!" General Carbonell said after he left the car. "Someone so young as Señor Volnutt could not have put down this robot, no?"
"Kinda agree with you there, General. Can you please get us to San Gabriel? I do think it's getting late."
"San Gabriel? Sure. I'll have the checkpoints allow you in. Moran was startled about the withdrawal-how much more this!"
The van, with Esteban and Tacio and the equipment, came in, being towed by a military truck.
Well what next? Tune in soon to find out on Chapter 7: Ruins and Rebels-A Deadly Cocktail!
Whew! This has gotta be my longest chapter yet! Thanks to some persistent folks here, I've sneaked in the feelings of our two fellers here. But please give more ideas! Adios!
