Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this crap before. I DO own Jonny Wily. If you'd like to use him in a fic, just tell me.

A Wily tale, the beginning.

Part 13

Following what data he had found in his grandfather's computer on things like the tinsel strength of the metals used in the construction of his robots. As well as said metal's melting points, where he kept the solder, the flux, the welding mask, and all his other building materials. Jonny had begun to alter the hallow Sniper Joe unit with great care. He had never done anything like this before and he knew he had to do it right. The Metools and the Botonton watched on as Jonny worked tirelessly on both turning the hallow Sniper Joe into a wearable suit of armor AND getting the larger robots in the room functional. But after 6 continuous hours of work he had to say enough.

"Well, that's it. That's all I can do for right now." Jonny said as he let out a loud yawn. "I have to take a break guys..."

Jonny sat at the computer terminal, took off his shoes, and put his feet up on the terminal's arm rests.

"I hope what I'm doing is right. Otherwise this whole plan is going to land me in prison... Or dead." He wasn't really interested in thinking more on the subject and closed his eyes for a quick nap.

About an hour later he awoke to find the Metool he had named 'Doc' sitting on his chest in sleep mode. Jonny smiled, the tiny robot brought up happy childhood memories of playing with Constance in the backyard. He gently picked up the small 'bot and set him down on the terminal's armrest as he rose. However as he was set on the floor the tiny Metool snapped out of sleep mode.

"Mee?" The tiny robot peeped. Looking up at Jonny from under its yellow hard hat.

"Thanks for letting me get some sleep Doc." Jonny said as he looked back to the weaponless Metool. "If I hadn't gotten that nap I would've collapsed."

Jonny was about to get back to trying to reactivate the other robots when the terminal flipped on and an alarm sounded. Jonny ran back to the terminal to see a small troop of marines approaching the tower by transversing the stream that ran through the forest. Jonny punched in some keys to get a better look. Yeah, these guys were the real deal and they were loaded for bear. Jonny was no expert in fire arms but he knew that those were high power sniper rifles and machine guns they were carrying. Jonny then noticed a small red blinking icon on the screen that read 'activate security'. Reacting completely on reflexes Jonny pressed it and immediately wished he hadn't as some of the trees revealed small machine gun turrents and opened fire on the unsuspecting intruders. The previously clean stream was now ran red. The turrents disappeared back into the trees as the screen turned off.

Jonny slumped back in the chair not believing what had just happened. He felt horrible, horrible enough to cry but for some reason he couldn't muster up any tears to shed. That in turn made him feel even more guilty. Finally, unable to stand the unbearable pain in his gut, Jonny got up and buried his thoughts in his work.

"Mee!" Doc cried, quite suddenly interrupting the young man's thoughts.

Jonny looked over at the Metool. "What is it my little friend?"

Doc chirped over to the other Metools. The tiny robots nodded and ran off down the halls making ecstatic noises.

Curiosity overpowering his guilt, Jonny got to his feet and followed them. The Metools lead the aspiring robotics engineer to a door that had Jonny had discovered a few days ago. This door was locked by a series of electronic locks. Before Jonny could ask the robots what they were doing the Botonton that Jonny had brought back to life flapped down, picked Doc up, and hovered him in front of the lock. Once more a cable came out of the tiny hard hated robot and it linked to the lock which quickly snapped open.

On the other side of the door was a room containing a large docking area for large aerial robots. There were a number of smaller robots lining this room just like in the storage room. But this room held on robot that really caught Jonny's eye. A large green mechanical dragon lay on the floor as if it slumbered until it's master returned. Upon closer inspection Jonny found that it was inactive just like the robots in the robots in the other room. A little work and it would be up and working in no time. A flying robot like this would be very useful...

The locking system that controlled the enormous titanium reinforced doors that lead outside were still active. Very unlike most of the other systems in the castle.

The last thing Jonny got a look at was the large hovercraft that sat in the center of the room. From the front it looked like a large skull but from the back and sides one could easily tell it was a vehicle. The sides were painted a dark shade of purple and it had a orange 'W' insignia on each side. Given it looked like something out of a mad man's pipe dream it looked very reliable. When Jonny climbed inside he found that it was very comfortable. Leather seats for the pilot and co pilot, a compartment in back for holding a few robotic minions, a driving system not unlike that of a old gasoline propelled automobile. Clearly it was meant to be used as a transport and escape vehicle than anything else.

As much as he wanted to take this baby out for a spin he instead did the smart thing and looked up the information on this hovercraft in the castle's computer. It was called the 'Skullker' and Dr. Wily had used it in many of his schemes.

Jonny sighed. "I gotta admit, if the old guy planed this I'm impressed. It's like he knew all this would happen and set it all up for me."

A week later Jonny put the helmet down on his head and activated his buster cannon. The weapon's small internal generator created an almost inaudible hum. With an uneasy sigh Jonny walked around the room and began to activate the other robots. Silently Jonny was extremely grateful that no more soldiers had come towards the castle.

Jonny knew he was no master strategist so he reluctantly had to decide on a very risky plan of action. As the doors slid open two shadows flew out of the rear of the jungle fortress. Things were going to get rough...

To be continued...