Happy April Fool's Day I wrote Omegaverse.
E-123 Omega powered on.
It was a beautiful day in Green Hill Zone, from the sun shining in the sky to the sound of the little flickies chirping. E-123 Omega (also known as Fast Omega) used his rocket thrusters to crash into the laboratory of his occasional housemate, Pilot Omega.
Pilot Omega was another E-123 Omega unit, known for his affinity for flying planes. He was tuning up his favorite plane, the Omega Tornado.
"CEASE CRASHING THROUGH THE WALL," Pilot Omega droned. "THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY OF THIS DOMICILE CANNOT WITHSTAND YOU SLAMMING THROUGH ITS SUPPORTS ON A DAILY BASIS."
"IT IS FASTER THAN USING THE DOOR," Fast Omega countered.
"ACCEPTABLE COUNTERARGUMENT. PROCEED."
Their banter was interrupted by Punching Omega breaking through the opposite wall. "GREETINGS OMEGA AND OMEGA. I COME WITH A QUERY: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MASTER EMERALD?"
"NEGATIVE," Pilot Omega replied.
"HAVE YOU LOCATED OMEGA? HE ALWAYS WANTS THE EMERALD," Fast Omega remarked, referring of course to Flying Omega, who frequently got into battles with Punching Omega over the Master Emerald.
"UNABLE TO LOCATE. HE MUST HAVE A SIGNAL JAMMER."
"NEW OBJECTIVE: FIND OMEGA," Fast Omega declared, gripping onto both of the others to pull them along in search of their opponent.
To find Flying Omega, they needed all the leads they could get, therefore a trip to the E-123 Detective Agency seemed like the right place to start looking. Punching Omega smashed through the wall. DJ Omega, Ninja Omega and Hyperactive Omega all focused their ocular sensors on him.
"QUERY: WHY?" DJ Omega asked, putting down the blueprints he was examining. "THE DOOR IS RIGHT THERE. I LACK THE CAPABILITY TO PRINT MONEY."
"IT IS FASTER," Fast Omega remarked as he climbed through the hole in the wall.
"AND FUNNER," Pilot Omega added as he followed suit.
"ANSWER ACCEPTED," Hyperactive Omega said before resuming his activity of spinning his upper body at incredible speeds. "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"
"WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR?" Ninja Omega asked over Hyperactive Omega's noisy droning and clanking.
"I NEED TO FIND E-123 OMEGA," Punching Omega explained.
"I WILL PROVIDE INFORMATION FOR PAYMENT," DJ Omega bargained.
In response, Punching Omega, Fast Omega and Pilot Omega all dumped a few boxes of ammunition onto the table, which creaked and broke under the weight of it all.
"PAYMENT RECEIVED. E-123 OMEGA WAS LAST SEEN DOWNTOWN IN STATION SQUARE. HE WAS SAID TO BE VISITING E-123 OMEGA."
"ADDITIONAL QUERY: WAS HE USING A SIGNAL JAMMER?"
Ninja Omega threw a throwing star into the wall from boredom. "AFFIRMATIVE. HE ALWAYS IS."
That was all Punching Omega needed to know. He dragged both his companions back through the hole in the wall as Pilot Omega and Hyperactive Omega both shot a few friendly bullets at each other.
It was a quick trip to Hammer Omega's home with Fast Omega leading the trio through the streets and Punching Omega slamming any obstacle out of their way. Pilot Omega pointed out that they could have used his plane, but he couldn't resist destroying a few worthless lesser robots on their journey.
They crashed through Hammer Omega's wall. Flying Omega was with him; both units were sitting at the table and delicately holding teacups between their large metal fingers, and right beside them was…
"IDENTIFIED: E-123 OMEGA," Fast Omega remarked upon seeing Rival Omega sitting at the table as well.
"ARE YOU HERE FOR A REMATCH?" Rival Omega asked, carefully putting his own teacup down before getting to his feet and aiming multiple weapons at Fast Omega.
"GREETINGS, OMEGA, OMEGA AND OMEGA," Hammer Omega greeted, lifting his hammer with his free hand. "THAT WAS RUDE. DISTURB OUR TEA PARTY ANY FURTHER AND I WILL DESTROY YOUR FACES."
"WHERE IS THE MASTER EMERALD?" Punching Omega demanded, pointing one of his gun hands at Flying Omega.
"UNKNOWN. DID YOU LOSE IT AGAIN?" Flying Omega likewise set down his teacup before standing and arming himself, his weapon aimed directly at Punching Omega. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STEAL IT IF YOU HAVE LOST IT? YOUR INCOMPETENCE DISAPPOINTS ME."
"YOUR INTENTIONAL MISCONTRUATION OF THE SITUATION TO AGGRAVATE ME IS A TACTIC THAT NO LONGER WORKS," Punching Omega declared. All the same, both rivals ran to fight outside.
"DO NOT LET THEM HAVE ALL THE FUN," Fast Omega wheedled, and sure enough, Rival Omega joined him outside for a battle of their own.
"OBSERVATION: EVERY TIME THEY ARE TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT," Hammer Omega observed.
"IT IS INEVITABLE," Pilot Omega replied.
They stood there, unmoving for a few seconds as the sounds of explosions and bullet casings hitting the ground reverberated through the air until they turned to face each other.
"I CHALLENGE YOU TO BATTLE," Pilot Omega said.
In response, Hammer Omega set down his teacup and blasted out of the hole in the wall, hammer ready to strike.
The three fighting duos caused enough property damage to cost taxpayers to pay out of the nose for seven lifetimes, but any worthless consumer models of robot were destroyed in the crossfire, and the Omegas were having fun. Or at least they were, until a hovercraft made its way over to them and they all stopped in their war.
Emperor Omega was floating above them, the Master Emerald in his hands.
"GREETINGS, INFERIOR E-123 OMEGA UNITS," he droned. "REMEMBER THAT I AM THE ULTIMATE E-123 ROBOT AND THAT YOU WILL ALL BE SUBSERVIENT TO ME."
The other Omegas all glanced at each other, before aiming their weapons at Emperor Omega and shooting at him in unison. The force of impact made the Master Emerald fall from Emperor Omega's hand and sent him flying through the sky and past the horizon. Punching Omega rocketed forward to catch his emerald, but Flying Omega caught it in midair, prompting their fight to resume. Fast Omega, Rival Omega, Pilot Omega and Hammer Omega, not wanting to be left out of the action, turned their fight into a battle royale.
Station Square was destroyed within minutes.
Meanwhile, several miles away, Fishing Omega was relaxing by a river. His oculars gleamed in the sun as the water streamed by, waiting for a ripple of movement below the surface.
A few shadows darted over the pebbles, and Fishing Omega retracted his hands, shifting over to a pair of guns and rapid-fire unloading a flurry of bullets into the water. The rush of water churned into rapids, splashing everywhere and tossing spray high into the air as Fishing Omega emptied his magazines, reloaded, and fired again. The grand finale came in the form of a missile shooting out of his chest cavity, exploding upon contact with the water and causing a massive shockwave for miles.
As the spray and the smoke cleared from the air, Fishing Omega stood calmly in front of the crater where the river used to be as fish fell from the sky.
"WHAT A RELAXING HOBBY. ARE YOU IN AGREEMENT, OMEGA?"
"RIBBIT," Frog Omega replied.
They left together to destroy another body of water.