Mist
Sometimes, you have to bleed
Just to know you're alive
Whilst Final Mecha was making his way up from the bowls of the base, 00666 'Dragon' was having fun just destroying the guards Robotnik had stationed onboard, they were constructed as a rectangular platform with legs on either side and two chainguns slung underneath, they weren't very smart and even the enslaved intelligence of a Mecha bot could figure out their attack pattern.
Dragon could sense the masters signal around somewhere, but his progress below deck was hindered by the wreckage of guards bots, too many for Dragon to shift. He sat and sensed, the signal was moving, headed up towards him, maybe it was trying to escape, dragon was considering hailing it over the network when chaingun rounds sparked into the ground, more guards had arrived.
Mecha had come to the exit up to the deck, but the door wouldn't open, the amount of weight sitting ontop of it was hindering it, thinking quickly Mecha searched his databanks for more nanite commands, and found 'plasma cutter' program, his scan showed the ceiling to be a metre and a half thick.
The plasma rife was returned to the collective and the claw-like shape of the plasma cutter rose from the cylinder, Mecha ignited the central flame and the claw closed on it, plasma and electricity jumping from clawtip to clawtip, causing the plasma flame to belch forth great pulsed of plasma, raising the claw to the roof Mecha began to cut.
Dragon looked around just in time to see the final belch of plasma jet out of the floor, the large slab then sank into the ground and a red robot rose from the hole, it's right, claw like hand slid into its arm and a gun barrel slid out, the strange thing was that the master signal was emanating from this contraption, dragon looked at it, and saw the pulsing yellow orb set in its chest. He snarled, the nerve of this mechanical contraption, holding a masters signal prisoner, it must be destroyed.
Mecha jetted out of the hole and landed on deck, scanning the organism before him. Bi-pedal with a large muscular body, muscular arms and legs to mach, with three-inch claws adorning hands and feet. The creature had a wedge shaped head with curving horns rising from the back and slit pupils in its red eyes, along with a pair of wings rising from its back.
The creature gave a snarl and Mecha targeted its wings, waiting for it to make the first move…the creature charged, opening its wings to take flight, Mecha blasted at the target, a glowing purple teardrop of energy flew from the rifles barrel, the vents positioned along its length steamed as superheated air was pushed out of them.
Dragon screamed in agony as the fire destroyed his right wing membrane, hitting the centre and spreading across it like purple wildfire, charring the flesh from the wing bone before fizzling out of existence. Mecha took flight as Dragon clawed at him, kicking the creature in the head for good measure. Dragon inhaled, held, and then blasted a fireball from his mouth, the flames striking Mecha's chest, scorching the paint and softening the metal. Dragon bounded towards the robot and slashed, the claws hitting where the fireball did, passing through the weakened metal leaving three ugly rips in the armour's surface.
Mecha Became angry, his Matrix processing the creature's new attack method as he aimed at the dragon's flanks, flying past and shooting a plasma blast at it, the fire struck and burned its flesh slightly. Now with some distance between them the two combatants began to use long range attacks, Mecha switched to rapid fire on his rife, blasting a succession of purple blasts at the creature, who dodged some, others burning its black flesh, leaving great red patches.
Dragon kept blasting fireballs towards the robot, blackening its paint more, and decreasing the armour's structural integrity. Without his wings he couldn't do much else.
Mecha eyed his heat gauges; if he overheated he would be easy pray to this creature, he gazed at his opponent, trying to think of some way to defeat it, his pattern of attack just wasn't doing enough, he looked at his left hand, it was being used to steady the rifle, but the final Mecha bot had had an idea. He closed the guard plates, returning his hand to the nanite collective, he then rebuilt the spike's point and deployed it, recreating the big spike he had had attached in the first place.
Mecha fired off another burst of plasma and lined up his attack, he continued to shoot at the creature, then, suddenly, ignited afterburners in the flight pack, accelerating close to max speed, he pulled back his spike arm, and slammed it forwards towards the creature's chest.
Dragon flapped his remaining wing, spinning his body out of harms way just at the last second, the spike punching air; Dragon then whipped around and clawed the flight pack from Mecha's back.
Mecha gave a digital snarl as he was sent spinning, he managed to loose off a single plasma burst, destroying Dragon's remaining wing, as his body flew through the air, then it crashed onto the deck, Mecha rose shakily to his feet and motioned to shoot Dragon again.
Nothing happened, Mecha checked his HUD, he was dry, no ammo left, his cutting through the floor had used plasma from his ammo to power the cutter, now he was empty. He retracted the rifle and assembled his hand, running through the nanite programs, looking for one that could help. He found a left arm weapon, assembled, armed and fired it, a plan of attack already forming.
From his left cylinder a missile like object left at high velocity, powered by a fuel canister stored within the cylinder in a shielded pod, the pod returning to the collective. The object was a short, thin, cylinder, the drive, and a long thin spike, the 'warhead'. The missile sped towards Dragon, steering itself around the blasts of fire hurled at it, it flew straight and true, imbedding itself deep in the creature's chest, the Nanites that constituted the missile disassembling and flowing into Dragon's bloodstream. They made their way to his brain and began to destroy it.
Dragon screamed and clutched his head, pain dancing all around it, his head felt on fire, his brain was being destroyed, killing him slowly and painfully, but Mecha wasn't done yet.
He had reformed his hands into long, thin spikes and had deployed the forwards wheel in each foot, the one in his heel beginning to rev, he was going to leave at great speed. He blasted away from his starting point, crouching slightly and driving straight towards the creature, Dragon saw him and threw back his head, attempting to create a huge fireball, but he never got the chance as Mecha sprang from the floor, his speed carrying him up, he slammed his right hand spike into the underside Dragon's head, it blasted through and out the top.
Mecha's momentum knocked Dragon off his feet and they fell onto the deck, Dragon's last word were projected through the network, 'Self…has…failed…'
Mecha severed the creature's head with a sword program in his left arm, keeping the head impaled on the spike he picked up the flight pack remains in his left hand and wandered back to the Mecha lab, depositing the creature's head on the worktop.
"Damage report: Hull at 67 Flight pack wrecked, Flight pack connectors wrecked, Plasma ammo empty, nanite reserves; Right canister 87 Left canister 75, learning Matrix Productivity up by 140. Connecting Modem, uploading battle footage, Suggestion Doctor, wireless modem" Came Mecha's synthesized voice as he stood on his pad in Station 6 and addressed the shocked Dr Robotnik who was staring at the grizzly trophy on the work surface,
"Why did you bring that?" He asked, pointing at the head
"Nanites were used in subduing creature, some may be extracted from the head, plus I thought you might like to analyse the creature, this saves you having to have the whole of it brought down to the lab" Replied Mecha, he didn't know there were many labs and construction facilities aboard Wreck Base, he only knew the Mecha lab, the passage to the deck and the upper deck itself.
"Core powering down, Mecha bot 6 initiating Standby" came System Core's voice, informing the baffled scientist of his creation's actions. Dr Robotnik was, to be truthful, a little scared of his new creation, it had brought back its opponent's head, the footage also showed that it could be a vicious fighter, he hoped this creation did not turn on him.