Chapter 7: Now I'm Pissed
Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman or Bass.
Roll lay sleeping in one of the beds in the bunks that belonged to the technical staff, who had graciously let her borrow it for a moment while she recharged and rebooted her systems. They treated her a whole lot better than they did Bass, but then again, Bass didn't make it easy for them since he was always acting like some time of egotistical maniac. Plus she had seen that they were very upset that their own robot, that they put their heart and soul into, was now just a pile of junk that was going to be scrapped and made into something else. All because of the gold and black robot of destruction.
I wonder if he dreams or what he dreams about. Does he think of destroying something, is he also violent in his dreams or is he tormented by them? Wait! What the hell am I thinking? That guy just doesn't seem like the type of person to have a heart-to-heart talk with. If anything he'd probably just blast the person in the face at the slightest mention of it. But then again, he isn't like a wild animal on a leash, he made choices that were also for good. Grrrrrrr! Why am I having these thoughts in my head!
Her sleepy thoughts seemed to linger a bit after she woke making her blush to think that she had actually thought something like that. Then again, he was handsome and had this very cool appearance when he was fighting or standing alone in an area, he was like a more violent, cocky, and talkative Blues, though Roll did admit that the last addition was a welcome feature. Blues kept conversations to a minimum of a paragraph and by paragraph she meant some lazy excuse for a student who didn't give a damn about his assignment. It was kind of welcome to have Bass around now since he was definitely on their side and he had saved her from previous renegade robots, probably at of some function that he was just beginning to use.
"Hey, Roll, we're going off to one of the prisons," said Blues from the other side of the door. "Bass has just come back from Dr. Light and we're about to search for Rock again…but I'm a bit worried that we won't find him."
"We'll find, Rock has too pure of a heart to die," said Roll as she walked out of the room to see Bass making a face that looked like he was about to gag. "AND WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THAT FACE?"
"Keep up with comments like that and you just might manage to give even us robots diabetes," replied Bass before walking off down the corridor that lead to the docking bays for the ships. "Let's make this quick so I can destroy this thing and then find that dweeb."
"What is wrong with you, you just want to destroy everything don't you," shouted Roll as she put her fists down in anger with a scowl.
"I do what I want, when I want, and how I like it," replied Bass in a sharp tone.
Protoman was not surprised that they didn't speak to each other for the entire flight.
"I must say this Bass seems to be quite impressive in his fighting abilities," said one of Adamus's advisors, a small robot known as Milly. He was the scientific thinker who was put there so that they could get a wider view of the picture. "His strategies are ruthless and he fights without concern for anyone who is in the immediate area."
"If we could find some way to get him on our side this petty resistance would be over and we'd be that closer to destroying Megaman," said another advisor, a larger bulkier robot with golden armor.
"You are all forgetting who we are dealing with," said the robot who sat on the throne before them, the robot who called himself Adamus. "He will not side with us because he holds onto this belief that he is superior to any robot in the galaxy, myself included. He will stop at nothing to kill me just so he can claim that title and would probably join the infernal Blue Bomber. Right now there is only one thing that I want of Bass and that his head on a platter. Put a word out that as of now, I have officially signed his warrant for immediate destruction and I want you to carry this message to every other general in my army."
"But sir," started Milly before his master exploded upon him.
"I SAID NOW!"
Milly did not question a second time, that was close to putting one's self on the targeting range for the sniper joes to fire out. No one ever argued with Adamus further after he shouted because Adamus had no fear in killing an advisor or general in front of everyone for the hesitation of carrying out a simple order. It was as guaranteed as death and taxes, maybe even more so.
Milly shuffled his green armored hands before bowing to his lord and then proceeded to run off to the messenger room, a large cylinder building with a large statue of a hawk in the middle and various computers on the walls. The hawk was sculpted and feathered to look exactly like the real thing so that it gave off a fearsome look as it was posed to strike at a prey that wasn't there.
A sigh escaped his mouth as he started to continue with the message and then patched it through to the darjaleing channel, one of the private sub channels that was specifically coded to be near impossible to break except by a genius and so far, the enemy had not proven that they had such a genius. This would allow the generals to know, but the enemy would be none the wiser.
"Damn it's cold," cursed Protoman as he walked through the frigid ice of Siberia, everything around them was covered in ten layers of ice, even the ice was covered by ice. "Why the hell are you okay?"
"Well the best part of my fighting capabilities is that the energy flowing in me keeps me warm," replied Bass as he started walking through wintery hellhole where the prison was located. "So then, this apparently a top prison guarded by Iceman and it is said that he has the ability to freeze enemies or throw balls of snow at them…is this our intelligence!"
"It's the best we could come up with," said Roll as she shrugged her shoulders in defense. "No one went on recon and we only had one guy escape from this place s-"
"Wait then why the hell are we at this one," shouted Bass as he punched one of the large hills of ice, causing a miniature avalanche to fall on him and Protoman. Bass merely used his heat armor the melt the ice. "If some random robot managed to escape here than obviously the Blue Dweeb could have easily escaped from this place!"
"Well they didn't have him on maximum observation like they might have Rock," replied Protoman as he started to walk up to the ice mounds closest to the prison. "Look we might have some luck if we can just sneak in through here somewhere."
"Good plan but you are forgetting one little thing," said Bass as he walked up to the front of the prison and then blew a hole wide enough to fit Gutsman through. "I am the strongest Robot Maste-no robot there is."
"Well then fine, you can take your way, but keep Roll safe," said Protoman as he disappeared off somewhere.
"Well he's very useful," said Bass sarcastically as he walked off down the long ice colored corridor that had a tint of blue to it, but other than that there was no life to it at all. "I'm going to put a mental note to blow this place up for being so boring or at least tell them to paint it another color."
"This is coming from the person who has very little emotion except anger and sadistic glee," said Roll, the sarcasm matching that of Bass's. "Though shouldn't there be like guards or something?"
At that moment there was the sound of metal clinking against the floor, about twenty footsteps, some were heavier than others so it was probable that some were heavy armored troops. Good that means fewer pushovers, thought Bass as he quickly transformed to his buster and held it up so that he could get a quick shot on the first thing that poked its head around the corner.
The first thing around it was one of the Sniper Joes, except it was decked in a strange icy white that matched the floors and walls. If the color was meant for camouflage then the designer had already failed in giving them shields that were like clear water and guns that were the same color as the regular issues, meaning it completely contrasted the white. As soon as it jumped out to try and fire Bass was already firing a rapid burst, completely tearing through the shield and the Sniper Joe.
Behind it came a few other robots, these carried one arm that looked like a large buster cannon and its head barely stood out from its torso, looking a lot like a mirror image of it. Their busters were fairly powerful as far as cannon fodder went, but they were still cannon fodder and Bass always took care of cannon fodder. He dove to one side to avoid the others while Roll took before firing back. He smirked a bit at how she could be so weak in battle when compared to her brother, but she was probably more willing to fight than the little blue dweeb.
Bass wasted no time in sending a charged shot right in the front formation to take out six of the big ones and with that opening he jumped in to start punching them. These things were only good at a far distance, but once you got up close you could easily just rip them limb from limb as Bass demonstrated in an overall show of carnage. Even though it was probably one of the most barbaric things she had ever seen, Roll couldn't help but admire Bass from afar as he continued to do that.
"Is that best you've got," spat Bass as he stood among the scattered pieces of scrap metal that decorated the ground. "If anything wants to live then I would suggest getting out of my way because I won't be so merciful"
Merciful? That's a first for him, thought Roll as she followed him and turned around to see Treble following as well. The dog was like his shadow, but unlike a shadow, it only came to his side when he called for the robot wolf. I wonder what it's like being with that ego maniac most of the time and then having to be the only thing he cares about in this world. In a way I guess that means you're the only thing that reminds anybody that he has a heart, including himself, but it must be very lonely for him. Why am I thinking such things about him? There is no way I actually like that guy, I mean after all, he tries to kill my brother 85.9% of the time and the other 14.1% must be spent plotting his next attack or getting repairs from Wily. Still…Wily doesn't seem like someone who would be a very caring creator, he probably just makes Bass feel even more insecure of himself than before. I guess maybe…I want to try and help him like Rock always tried.
"Are you finished day dreaming," asked Bass as he crossed his arms with a smirk on his face that was just begging her to say something back. He enjoyed it when they'd enter into their shouting matches only for him to get the better of her and just leave her blushing at his comments.
"Sorry I was hoping Rock would show up so I could have some real help," replied Roll as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Please, they'd probably trick that dweeb into giving you to them as a servant just by putting on a smile," laughed Bass as he started to walk off, his wolf companion following his lead. "But I'd engage any heating settings you have so you don't get frozen."
"What are you talking about?"
"We're dealing with any enemy called Iceman, he's certainly not going to be chunking fire balls at us," said Bass as he engaged his flame armor with fire capabilities that would give him an advantage over the Robot Master. "Doesn't matter what his ability is, I still have enough copied abilities to take on any Robot Master that comes my way."
There was a slight breeze of cold air that sent a chill down Roll's spine, though it didn't even seem like Bass even felt it or maybe he just put up a better front to the cold with that armor. Whatever the case, the breeze did little to impede Bass's progress as he walked down the prison cell corridors, blasting the door controls to free the prisoners in the block. Shouts and cheers of joy flooded the prison corridors as the prisoners rust past their savior and too the hangars to try and steal any ships from the guards. Roll hadn't realized at the time, but what Bass did was a brilliant move since it caused too much confusion for the guards to get in his way. Usually Bass would just prove his superiority by wasting anything in his path, but now he seemed to be actually thinking.
"WHO DARES DISTURB MY DOMAIN," boomed a cold and emotionless voice that must belong to the infamous Frostman.
"Well someone must have given him an upgrade in his vocal chords," chuckled Bass as he walked into the master control room to see a large robot with snowy blue arms and white gauntlets that had red knuckles decorated with bronze cannons. "Well Frost Man, still a useless waste of space?"
"Bass, how dare you show your face here you trader," barked Frost Man as he started to generate a blast of ice energy into his gauntlet. "Come on out, Galaxy Man, I need your help!"
"Reporting for duty," chirped Galaxy Man as he flew down behind Bass. He was decent size with part of a UFO with legs and arms.
"I'm going to help this world clean up by getting rid of the trash," replied Bass as he started to look at the two of them standing right there. Frost Man was a pushover, a big body that lacked grace in combat, a failing that often resulted in his defeat by the blue dweeb. Galaxy Man, on the other hand, was very maneuverable with an impressive Black Hole Bomb. What do I have to worry about though? I'm the strongest Robot Master or robot that there is!
"Now you'll pay," barked Frost Man as he fired off a blast of his ice at Bass, who jumped over it while firing his buster cannon at the other creation of Wily in order to stop it from firing off a Black Hole Bomb.
"You made a mistake getting in my way," snarled Bass as he turned to his rapid fire buster, concentrating his efforts on hitting on Galaxy Man or at least funnel him to the right place.
Frost Man laughed at how easy was to get a shot on Bass from that attack and then raised one gauntlet to fire off a blast of ice at him. The move proved to be a blunder as the one who wound up being frozen was Galaxy Man, who was unfortunately, built so that it was only unaffected by the icy coldness of space by making an shedding of the outer lay to bring out the solar panels that would allow for heat to pass through its body.
Due to the fact that he was encased in a block of ice made it impossible for him to shed the armor and so he was kept from being able to escape. Frost Man was left scratching his head at how these turn of events could have taken place when the next thing he knew he was being knocked back into a wall by a burst of fire.
"That moron didn't even understand that one who is lost is irrelevant," said Bass as he aimed his canon at the Robot Master. "If it is irrelevant it must find itself or it will die out about forgotten. Though some are just too ignorant of their own plight that they'll never be found, so just die already!"
Bass fired the next blast of fire right through the stomach of Frost Man, cutting through many of the internal circuitry that kept the temperature down in its body so that Frost Man would not become a victim of his own powers. Frost Man could only struggle to stand as the ice slowly developed him, shutting down the feeling in each one of his sensors. How could this have happened to him? He was given an upgrade by Lord Adamus and told that he was invincible if he stayed near his element. These questions were the last thoughts Frost Man had before he shut down.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," said Bass as he started to access the computer terminal in the room. "Let's see where are you, dweeb?....Just as I thought, that little blue coward isn't in any prison."
"What," cried Roll as she popped up right beside him all of a sudden, much to his annoyance. "Where is he then?"
"Well let me just find out with the god damn psychic abilities that I've been carrying around all this time," said Bass sarcastically as he tried to tap into the network and find any area with special activity. "I'll just need a minute to find the place with biggest threat of attack. Do you think you can handle any guards that weren't taken out?"
"I'm not completely helpless just because I'm not some bitter, lonely, war nut," countered Roll as she stuck out her tongue only to have Bass stroke her cheek gently in a way that made her jump back and blush.
"You shouldn't make such faces, they might ruin that cute little face of yours," said Bass before returning to the computer terminal, partially knowing what he was saying, but he ignored it at the moment since he was more preoccupied with something else. "There seems to be a lot of disturbance in the area of Hong Kong, someone is taking down most of the Robot Master they've sent out there. The only person I could even think to be able to give the enemy that much trouble is him, as much as I hate to admit it."
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have some issues," asked Roll as she rolled her eyes a bit. "I guess you just can't help your programming."
"I don't hate him because I'm programmed that way," said Bass as he encoded the coordinates into his memory data base that he'd store to another device so it didn't take up any information that could be used to copy new abilities. "I hate because I was created to destroy him, but I exist to be the strongest robot in the world. Even if that is a product of being told that nearly every day of my incubation and subsequent release, I am determined to prove it and to that end I wish to crush Mega Man into the ground."
"It must be very lonely to think like that," said Roll softly with a hint of sympathy in her voice, but Bass merely turned to face her.
"Being alone helped me get this strong because only one person can occupy the top of the mountain," said Bass before he walked off to the hangar and looked at the two ships that were still left. Whatever these thoughts are, I can't afford to lose my edge to them. I wonder if the Doctor was wrong about my chip only having momentary emotional relapses…or maybe these things aren't going to stop!