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Chapter 10:
We now return you to your previously scheduled story
To review, in the last chapter, it was Thanksgiving, and everybody was… wait… OH! The story! Oh, that. Umm…
Well, when we last left our daring heroes, they had just fought and killed the first of the Maverick Army generals, the former net savor Protoman. Fangirls, please don't kill me.
Meanwhile, Sigma.exe had a chat with his boss, mysterious shadowy figure. It appears that there are larger projects going on that we are not aware of…
It was two days since Roll and Zero escaped from the clutches of the Maverick Lord, Sigma. Since their escape, they had to be subjugated to numerous inquisitions, healing programs, and endless press for details by their netops.
Roll stared out her PET screen ruefully. She had not gotten any decent sleep in five days, and she was not likely to anytime soon. Not after what she had seen…
(Flashback)
It was five minutes since Protoman had died. Roll and Zero were running as fast as they possibly could towards what looked like an exit. Both net-warriors were drenched in sweat, covered with more then your average share of bruises, cuts, dirt, and slime.
In the words of a much more cheerful Roll, "Man, we need a bath."
In the words of the current Roll, (…pant, pant…)
Sadly, even though it looked to be an easy escape, it was not to be.
With an angry roar, a huge shape rocketed from nowhere, slamming into the two navis, knocking them away from the portal to the sweet, sweet freedom of net city.
With a growl that would have put a pack of starving wolves to crying shame, the figure, obscured by the darkness that had suddenly descended over the corridor, slammed his fists into the ground.
For a second, nothing happened, prompting an exhausted Zero to crack, "Okay… That really hurt, but really, what-"
However, at that moment, a shockwave of deadly energy slammed into the long-haired navi.
In the light of the shockwave, however brief, Roll was able to identify the identity of the attacker.
She didn't like it.
"GUTSMAN?" she cried, agonized over her oafish friend's capture.
To her surprise (and to Zero's, who is later quoted as to saying, "That thing can talk?") Gutsman spoke. However, it was not with his usual brutish, unsophisticated manner. Rather, it was with a cold, calculating voice that makes you feel so unclean, it makes you want to have to wash yourself off.
"Hello, Dear Roll. How are you?"
He finished off this with a cruel smirk, or at least, as much of a smirk as one can pull off when one has a box for a mouth.
"So…" he continued in that same, cold, deep voice, while slowly walking towards the unconscious Zero. "this is your partner?" he gave a dark chuckle. "How he beat Protoman, I will know. One of my shockwaves and he winds up like this?"
"What happened to you, Gutsman?" Roll whispered "What did Sigma do to you?"
Gutsman gave a long, deep-bellied laugh. "Why, my dear, I have become stronger. Smarter. Faster. I'm no longer able to be picked on by anyone, Can't you see? The Maverick Virus-"
"The what?"
"The Maverick Virus, Roll, it's what Master Sigma used on us. It opened our eyes. We no longer have to worry anymore, Roll. The virus allows us to protect ourselves, and Master Sigma takes care of the rest."
Roll scowled at her friend. "Don't you mean, the virus enslaves you to that scum, but gives you power?"
It was now Gutsman's turn to scowl in displeasure. "The virus is not evil, Roll, surely someone like you can see this. It only makes us equal to one another. Why can't you see the good that this will do the world?"
He gave off a huge, theatrical sigh.
"Too bad that you can't see. You see, Roll, I was given an order by Lord Sigma."
Roll gulped.
"Yes, despite my… strong feelings for you," and as he said this he eyed her over.
"…I have been ordered to kill you and your partner to prove my devotion to the great cause of the mavericks. You understand, don-"
At that moment, Roll launched a devastating attack, landing a spinning kick to his neck, face, and chest.
The effect was kind of like an old oak tree falling down, complete with a massive crash and a dent in the floor.
After a moment's hesitation, she decided to check up on her friend. Carefully stepping over the massive bulk of the brute's arms, she leaned over his face, trying to gauge how much damage her kicks had done to him.
An instant later, she found out why that was a catastrophic mistake, as Gutsman, moving with a speed that disagreed his gigantic size, seized her around the neck, stood up, and held her at arms length.
Her arms scrabbling for even the slightest handhold in his iron-hard grip, Roll's vision began to go dark from the lack of Cyber O2. Desperately, she tried everything she knew, only to see Gutsman's huge fist raising up to strike her, wiping the life-force from her body as easily as one wipes dust from a counter.
The instant before the blow would have been launched, she tried one very sneaky trick.
Aiming carefully, she kicked as hard as she possibly could, aiming for the crest in the middle of the ugly navi's chest.
Now, you must understand something about netnavis. Every single one, from the tallest to the shortest, fattest to thinnest, youngest to oldest, has a crest positioned somewhere in the middle of the body. This is possibly the most important part of the Navi, as about ninety percent of all data in the netnavi is held there. Some navis, such as Bass, can survive damage to the crest. However, in all cases where the crest is damaged, it results in damage to the mind of the navi, and almost always results in the navi's deletion.
In the case of what Roll did to Gutsman, it had a similar effect to kicking a male between the legs.
Dropping Roll to the ground, the brute howled in complete and utter agony.
Acting without thinking, Roll dropped to one knee, and molded her arm.
Her forearm was now vaguely oval in shape, with twin bent sticks aiming off. These were attached to an arrow with a pink, heart-shaped arrowhead by a silver, slightly glowing string that was stretched taut.
Taking careful aim at the monstrosity, she breathed a near-silent prayer that whatever deities existed (and the soul of her friend) would forgive her for what she was about to do.
Like a bullet from a gun, the arrow left the bow. Soaring only a short distance through the air, it managed to reach Gutsman just as he looked up, looking straight down the shaft of the arrow.
The arrow flew straight into his forehead, and kept on going until it reached the back of his head, where it exploded outwards and into his enormous bulk. Continuing onwards, it passed through, exiting around the knee, and coming to a rest, quivering, in the wall.
Meanwhile, Gutsman, his core data hopelessly compromised, began spewing data out of the holes that Roll had managed to create, spraying everywhere.
Only two words escaped his lips.
"I… Lost…?"
Finally, he de-rezzed completely, a digitized voice proclaiming, "Gutsman: Deleted."
Tears streaked down the pink navi's face, some splashing along her bow, others moistening her boots, but the vast majority forming a small puddle on the ground.
She was snapped out of her sadness by a moan from behind her.
Turning swiftly, she brought her bow to bear on whatever foe was stupid enough to cross a woman scorned.
However, all she saw was our friend Zero, just waking up from his spell of unconsciousness, brought on by one of Gutsman's surprise shockwaves.
Rushing to his aid, our leading lady rushed to his side.
"Zero? Are you all right?"
He responded in a slightly slurred voice. "Yeah, officer, I'm okay, but didja get the liscence plate of that truck?"
Roll gave a small smile.
"Come on, we're almost home."
Sithking Zero: Sorry that if this chapter wasn't up to the standards of the other chapters, I finished writing this at 11:15 P.M.
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