Something clicked, sparks ignited, and with that purplish energy which is
white-hot in its core, the trusty boots propelled its user into the abyss
of the night. His armor allowed him to shift from tree to tree without
betraying him.
Not a slight twitch beneath the artificial skin, steadily breaking apart the still night air. His mind was set on the mission, no side quests, no attention should be drawn to him, especially not a single one from his enemies.
Once he has reached his destination, the infiltration went into progress immediately. The security system surrounding the compound was particularly set to detect any mechanical objects or life which are defined as a dreaded Wily bot. However, he was unlike the robot masters, his body was not made from cheap materials and never-durable designs. Instead, his designs came so close to biological life forms that the security devices recognize him as a human. Much like the one who was built before him by Dr. Thomas Light but for strange unknown reasons, was not activated. So he was technically the first of his kind to be kicked into this partially insane world.
Deep within his internal system, a faded line of comments scrolled into view as he requested for a full scan. Sensors pick up multiple Light bots and life forms
Sensors pick up no Light bots active within the vicinity
WARNING
Multiple life forms are too close for comfort
Suggestion: Immediate Termination of life forms
"Woah, woah, hold it! Internal computer, run a scan on these life forms and match them. If possible, state the general species of their origin." System comply
Running scan
Matching
Ugh
"ugh what computer?" CCCan it bbbe stated later? "What?! You're a computer! I give the command and you obey! There's no later,... never mind, just give me the coordinates of the nearest threat!" Whatever you say Bass (0,9) (6,2) (1,50) With that, he plotted his sneak attack, not knowing the size of his opponent, he pounced. He followed the seemingly enlarged shadow around the corner of the building and was shocked to find absolutely nothing. Even though Bass was in a state of confusion, his programme of being a calm skilled fighter kicked in, ready for anything which the enemy would throw at him. He traced the target from the readings of his internal radar, closer and closer.
"Heheh, you're cornered you pathetic life form, prepare to meet your...?"
A big fat cockroach flew at the sight of Bass and where else will any cockroach choose to escape but heading right into the face of its aggressor- --Kamikaze style!
"AHHHHhhh! Get it off! Damn good for nothing computer! I hate insects! I'm going to rip your circuits personally and replace it with noodles, coz' that's what you really need!"
Bass frantically waved his hands everywhere in attempt to slap the bug away until a plasma buster beat him to it. He was rejoiced by the departure of the creature which a warrior like him should not be afraid of, but was placed in another situation; he woke the Light bots which were on patrol. He lost a bag of sweat at that instant but managed to balance himself and glare arrogantly back at his audience.
Pretending to look cool, Bass folded his arms and pumped his chest out, "No point fighting me to get me away from Dr. Light's little secret lab under his house, because you can't defeat the magnificent Bass! Ha ha ha." With that he curled one of his black clad arm and released an almighty sock into one of the Light bots with a pair of scissors on his head. The rest responded by circling him while their ring-leader demanded, "What do you want Bass? Dr. Wily had already stolen half the blueprints of the new robot designs, I thought he should be smart enough to figure out the rest?"
"Tsk tsk, I'm sure that he is capable of that, but it is a must to 'know your enemy,' that's why I will get the rest of the blueprints! Now step aside you little nail-clipper, and pray for a quick death when my 'baby' brother and I come for you!" That last sentence got on all the nerves of the circle of twisted household items and they all lunged at him, trying to be the first who would rip him apart. Not to mention, venting their hatred on him of how Dr. Wily reprogrammed them against their will.
Within seconds, Bass had already made his buster through the six paper-thin armors and set them in one corner, badly hidden. But long enough to allow Bass to get what he wanted before the rest of the patrols smell something 'fishy' in the air.
Not a slight twitch beneath the artificial skin, steadily breaking apart the still night air. His mind was set on the mission, no side quests, no attention should be drawn to him, especially not a single one from his enemies.
Once he has reached his destination, the infiltration went into progress immediately. The security system surrounding the compound was particularly set to detect any mechanical objects or life which are defined as a dreaded Wily bot. However, he was unlike the robot masters, his body was not made from cheap materials and never-durable designs. Instead, his designs came so close to biological life forms that the security devices recognize him as a human. Much like the one who was built before him by Dr. Thomas Light but for strange unknown reasons, was not activated. So he was technically the first of his kind to be kicked into this partially insane world.
Deep within his internal system, a faded line of comments scrolled into view as he requested for a full scan. Sensors pick up multiple Light bots and life forms
Sensors pick up no Light bots active within the vicinity
WARNING
Multiple life forms are too close for comfort
Suggestion: Immediate Termination of life forms
"Woah, woah, hold it! Internal computer, run a scan on these life forms and match them. If possible, state the general species of their origin." System comply
Running scan
Matching
Ugh
"ugh what computer?" CCCan it bbbe stated later? "What?! You're a computer! I give the command and you obey! There's no later,... never mind, just give me the coordinates of the nearest threat!" Whatever you say Bass (0,9) (6,2) (1,50) With that, he plotted his sneak attack, not knowing the size of his opponent, he pounced. He followed the seemingly enlarged shadow around the corner of the building and was shocked to find absolutely nothing. Even though Bass was in a state of confusion, his programme of being a calm skilled fighter kicked in, ready for anything which the enemy would throw at him. He traced the target from the readings of his internal radar, closer and closer.
"Heheh, you're cornered you pathetic life form, prepare to meet your...?"
A big fat cockroach flew at the sight of Bass and where else will any cockroach choose to escape but heading right into the face of its aggressor- --Kamikaze style!
"AHHHHhhh! Get it off! Damn good for nothing computer! I hate insects! I'm going to rip your circuits personally and replace it with noodles, coz' that's what you really need!"
Bass frantically waved his hands everywhere in attempt to slap the bug away until a plasma buster beat him to it. He was rejoiced by the departure of the creature which a warrior like him should not be afraid of, but was placed in another situation; he woke the Light bots which were on patrol. He lost a bag of sweat at that instant but managed to balance himself and glare arrogantly back at his audience.
Pretending to look cool, Bass folded his arms and pumped his chest out, "No point fighting me to get me away from Dr. Light's little secret lab under his house, because you can't defeat the magnificent Bass! Ha ha ha." With that he curled one of his black clad arm and released an almighty sock into one of the Light bots with a pair of scissors on his head. The rest responded by circling him while their ring-leader demanded, "What do you want Bass? Dr. Wily had already stolen half the blueprints of the new robot designs, I thought he should be smart enough to figure out the rest?"
"Tsk tsk, I'm sure that he is capable of that, but it is a must to 'know your enemy,' that's why I will get the rest of the blueprints! Now step aside you little nail-clipper, and pray for a quick death when my 'baby' brother and I come for you!" That last sentence got on all the nerves of the circle of twisted household items and they all lunged at him, trying to be the first who would rip him apart. Not to mention, venting their hatred on him of how Dr. Wily reprogrammed them against their will.
Within seconds, Bass had already made his buster through the six paper-thin armors and set them in one corner, badly hidden. But long enough to allow Bass to get what he wanted before the rest of the patrols smell something 'fishy' in the air.