Author's note: You know the drill-most characters belong to Capcom, rest
are mine. And, yes, I'm glad to be back.
Megaman Legends: The Lariozan Connection
Chapter Seven: Ruins and Rebels-A Deadly Cocktail!
"In my humble opinion, you should get yourself a rest. The fighting a while ago may have spent you," Burnley said, wiping his brow, as the van ran across Aerodrome Road in San Gabriel. "Hey, Tacio, turn left! Seems like the Professor and the others are trying to tend to your ship over yonder, Megaman."
As the van turned left, the sentry at the gate of the pad stopped them and asked for their papers. The guards still didn't know about what had happened.
"Similar line, Megaman, you're Jordan O'Reilly for now," Burnley whispered. "They look as though they don't recognize us."
As before, the disguise worked, albeit the inspection took longer than expected. The van then parked alongside the Flutter, with the two Casketts and Data approaching.
"Megaman! Thank goodness you're fine! I thought..." was only what a gladdened Roll could say as she embraced him.
"Great granolas, what in Anacreon's name are you doing here?" Burnley asked. "I thought they didn't allow people in here, unless you're leaving!"
"Goodness no, we won't, Cedric," reassured Barrell. "The guards let us in because we told them we needed to fix this ship." Roll added, "So far, we repaired some minor damage to the hull and primed up the engine. We also sold the fifty-grand-zenny refractor along the way, and bought with the money we had a bigger refractor. It'll prime her up for a while. Though she can't fly yet, the power would be enough to keep the electricity on."
"Speaking of refractors, I saw a tall structure along the way on Highway Four," Megaman said. "What's that?"
Burnley cleared his throat. "Oh, that. The Mizreala Cone, or El Cono, as the locals call it. The country's most famous landmark-look at the shield on the state arms, and it's on the upper left. It's a very large digging site, and still largely unexplored. Was one of the places the rebels took. Which reminds me," he said as his tone became even gloomier, "that's where the rebels get most of their funding-illegal digging. If you're planning to go there, the radio contact for your Spotter could only aid you so much. Aside from them Reaverbots, the rebels may be in El Cono too, so be careful. There's a rumor about an enormous refractor hidden in the damn area, and there's a sealed door to it."
Barrell added, "There are five keys to that door, four of which are hidden in the other ruins of this island, the other one in Mizreala itself. I'm not sure if you can access them all today-some of them are in rebel territory, and another is in an off-limits area to all. Before the civil war, Banner and Matilda honeymooned here. They were able to get far enough as to get a map of these ruins as well as a sort of card to enter one of them." Barrell fumbled his pocket, and later was able to yield a topaz- colored oblong card with a Reaverbot eye. "Here you are," he said. "Take care of it."
Suddenly, a car with two flags o the hood parked alongside, and its occupants got out. Among them was General Moran.
"I've heard about what you've done, Señor Volnutt, my government thanks you," stated the burly five-star general. "I'm sure you can say what we can do to reciprocate your deed."
"Well, can you provide us with access to the sealed ruins in your zone?" Megaman asked. "I'd like to see the ruins there."
"You sure? Zona 25 is cordoned off due to the explosive traps and other security features laced by the Ancients. Besides, Class C Diggers and below are banned from those places."
Just then, Megaman brought out his pocket and showed him his Digger's License. "I'm Class A, Mr. Minister, and this will be easy enough for me, more or less."
The defense chief then shrugged and said, "Bueno, you've sold me. But don't come crying to me-you have been warned, Señor Volnutt. Hasta la mañana, señores y señoras. See you later, if you can be there!"
"There? Where's there?" asked a puzzled Megaman.
"Search me, sport," Burnley answered as the defense minister's car left the pad. "That's Moran, very vague. Mostly silent at that press conference last week. When asked to explain about Army corruption, human rights abuses, rebel collaboration within the ranks, he either fires off nonsensical doggerel or gets silent. Say, are the spotting controls functioning well?"
"Yep," Roll answered, feeling somewhat proud, then looking at her watch. "Well, how did you know, it's seven! Let's go eating!"
"Hope it isn't shrimp or shells you'll have tonight," Burnley said upon entering. "Damn I'm hungry!"
From a long day, our friends try to relax, getting the troubles of the day away from them. But trouble is looking for them. Watch out for Chapter Eight: Secrets of Zona 25!
P.S. Whew! That was exhausting! To make up for the intensive studying, I've gotta rest. But then, expect more frequent additions of chapters this week- as long as I have ideas from you. Contact me at ceig13@yahoo.com. Hosca kalm (Goodbye)!
Megaman Legends: The Lariozan Connection
Chapter Seven: Ruins and Rebels-A Deadly Cocktail!
"In my humble opinion, you should get yourself a rest. The fighting a while ago may have spent you," Burnley said, wiping his brow, as the van ran across Aerodrome Road in San Gabriel. "Hey, Tacio, turn left! Seems like the Professor and the others are trying to tend to your ship over yonder, Megaman."
As the van turned left, the sentry at the gate of the pad stopped them and asked for their papers. The guards still didn't know about what had happened.
"Similar line, Megaman, you're Jordan O'Reilly for now," Burnley whispered. "They look as though they don't recognize us."
As before, the disguise worked, albeit the inspection took longer than expected. The van then parked alongside the Flutter, with the two Casketts and Data approaching.
"Megaman! Thank goodness you're fine! I thought..." was only what a gladdened Roll could say as she embraced him.
"Great granolas, what in Anacreon's name are you doing here?" Burnley asked. "I thought they didn't allow people in here, unless you're leaving!"
"Goodness no, we won't, Cedric," reassured Barrell. "The guards let us in because we told them we needed to fix this ship." Roll added, "So far, we repaired some minor damage to the hull and primed up the engine. We also sold the fifty-grand-zenny refractor along the way, and bought with the money we had a bigger refractor. It'll prime her up for a while. Though she can't fly yet, the power would be enough to keep the electricity on."
"Speaking of refractors, I saw a tall structure along the way on Highway Four," Megaman said. "What's that?"
Burnley cleared his throat. "Oh, that. The Mizreala Cone, or El Cono, as the locals call it. The country's most famous landmark-look at the shield on the state arms, and it's on the upper left. It's a very large digging site, and still largely unexplored. Was one of the places the rebels took. Which reminds me," he said as his tone became even gloomier, "that's where the rebels get most of their funding-illegal digging. If you're planning to go there, the radio contact for your Spotter could only aid you so much. Aside from them Reaverbots, the rebels may be in El Cono too, so be careful. There's a rumor about an enormous refractor hidden in the damn area, and there's a sealed door to it."
Barrell added, "There are five keys to that door, four of which are hidden in the other ruins of this island, the other one in Mizreala itself. I'm not sure if you can access them all today-some of them are in rebel territory, and another is in an off-limits area to all. Before the civil war, Banner and Matilda honeymooned here. They were able to get far enough as to get a map of these ruins as well as a sort of card to enter one of them." Barrell fumbled his pocket, and later was able to yield a topaz- colored oblong card with a Reaverbot eye. "Here you are," he said. "Take care of it."
Suddenly, a car with two flags o the hood parked alongside, and its occupants got out. Among them was General Moran.
"I've heard about what you've done, Señor Volnutt, my government thanks you," stated the burly five-star general. "I'm sure you can say what we can do to reciprocate your deed."
"Well, can you provide us with access to the sealed ruins in your zone?" Megaman asked. "I'd like to see the ruins there."
"You sure? Zona 25 is cordoned off due to the explosive traps and other security features laced by the Ancients. Besides, Class C Diggers and below are banned from those places."
Just then, Megaman brought out his pocket and showed him his Digger's License. "I'm Class A, Mr. Minister, and this will be easy enough for me, more or less."
The defense chief then shrugged and said, "Bueno, you've sold me. But don't come crying to me-you have been warned, Señor Volnutt. Hasta la mañana, señores y señoras. See you later, if you can be there!"
"There? Where's there?" asked a puzzled Megaman.
"Search me, sport," Burnley answered as the defense minister's car left the pad. "That's Moran, very vague. Mostly silent at that press conference last week. When asked to explain about Army corruption, human rights abuses, rebel collaboration within the ranks, he either fires off nonsensical doggerel or gets silent. Say, are the spotting controls functioning well?"
"Yep," Roll answered, feeling somewhat proud, then looking at her watch. "Well, how did you know, it's seven! Let's go eating!"
"Hope it isn't shrimp or shells you'll have tonight," Burnley said upon entering. "Damn I'm hungry!"
From a long day, our friends try to relax, getting the troubles of the day away from them. But trouble is looking for them. Watch out for Chapter Eight: Secrets of Zona 25!
P.S. Whew! That was exhausting! To make up for the intensive studying, I've gotta rest. But then, expect more frequent additions of chapters this week- as long as I have ideas from you. Contact me at ceig13@yahoo.com. Hosca kalm (Goodbye)!
