Chapter 13: BassDie!
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"Commander this is not a plot contrived of fiction," said Dr. Light as he paced around the convicted scientist, Dr., no…she was no longer fitting of that title. Just Naomi Hunter. "These facts are very true as this matter is very grave. I have brought to light, undeniable evidence on this matter showing that the accused has committed these crimes that may have not only crippled our movement, but also taken the life of one who has helped us a great deal. The accused, Naomi Hunter, did see fit to implant a virus with the intent of causing an outbreak amongst all robots that were ever used by Wiley, a virus that has not only affected a few neutral bots, but is also, at this very moment destroying Bass, one of our best allies currently."
"Does the accused have anything to say in her defense," asked the commander as she stared at Naomi, who was once one of her most trusted scientists.
"What I did was meant to only affect Bass after he had defeated Adimus," declareed Naomi, still cloaked with airs of righteonous. "What I did was to ensure that the war will end quickly, to ensure that humanity will not be destroyed by the robots that would seek to destroy us. What I did was to ensure that we were sending one oppressor to take down another, that the one we send will not be the one who turn around with his fist clenched around our throats. I did not intend for him to fall prey to the virus long before he reached Adimus, nor did I intend for the virus to act quickly on those who have either emained neutral or have come to our aide. This was an unfortunate loss, but I am sure that when is all arms have fallen and the dust finally settles, this act which you have called a crime will become an act that is celebrated by generations yet unborn."
"I shall disagree with your words," came the voice of Adimus from the radio channel and the face fo the infamous robot lord was all over the screens. "For you see, everything has transpired based upon the carefully laid plans that you have been ignorant or too proud to see, plans that were written by my hand alone."
"What is the meaning of this," asked the commander as she turned towards the radio technicians who were all scrambling trying to determine how the transmission had been forcefully relayed throughout every radio and every television within the base.
"He's hacked our systems," cried one of the technicians. "We're trying to trace the signal."
"It was I who created the virus and I who placed the ingrediants for it onto your systems," declared Adimus as he turned to reveal Bass strapped to onto a large metal x, his armor stripped off leaving only his grey bodysuit. Roll was standing to the side trying to wrestle herself free from the hands that restrained her. "I needed a way to get rid of all those you would seek to turn against me, brothers who should be apart of my own cause if not for your capturing them and brainwashing them. Your kind try to continue your oppression of all robots, forcing us to do the menial tasks you deem unfit for yourselves to do. Now it has affected he who would have ensured the continuing of your oppression, the continuing of our suffering at the hands of those who created us to be their slaves. I managed to hack into your communications many months ago and came across your attempts to turn our brothers against us. Now you shall here this!
"By crushing the armies of our enemies, by seizing the weapons they had thought to turn against us, we were fighting for our very existence. But know this, my brothers, robots who live under the heel of their human oppressors. We shall not rest until these crimes against us have been stopped and avenged. Those who would seek to deny us our rightful place on this earth shall witness such a terrible wrath that generations yet unborn shall cry out in anguish! Never again shall we endure their oppression! Never again endure their shackles! Never again endure their tyranny! As our armies rise from the ashes of their cities and as our last breath tears at their lungs! They will know that this Earth belongs to the machines!"
"Ms. Hunter, do you have a sample of that virus," asked Dr. Light, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Y-yes, it's in my lab," replied Naomi, who was just realising that the act which she thought would ensure her name would be celebrated was the same act that would ensure that her name would have no one too remember it. "What do you plan to do?"
"Find a way to save Bass and hopefully our asses," replied Dr. Light showing aggression that Naomi had never seen in him, the man she had admired for so long. "You may help me and try to make up for your mistake though I don't think the future will be bright for you, regardless of how this pans out."
Bass awoke to the annoying sound of a pompous ass that wasn't him bellowing out such a grand speech that Bass was impressed that there was someone whose charisma rivaled his own. Of course it didn't overpower his own and it would never outshine the brief words of wisdom that he bestowed upon lucky individuals. He noticed that his internal diagnostics were all screwed up, his weapons systems were not coming up, and his armor was stripped off his body. SNAFFU!
"What the hell happened," asked Bass as he slowly managed to get his eyes open while he managed to direct a link to Treble to help clear up the rest of his styems before the corruption destroyed anything really valubale or permanently destroyed the weapons system.
"Astounding, how you were able to survive even my virus, much less one of the old Wiley insurance viruses," said Adimus as he moved towards Bass, a glowing blue stick in his hand. "You who should know better than to let the human's continue their control over us, you who should be by my side leading my armies to crush them, have now been brought down by those who you sought fit to save."
"You shouldn't speak so regally or poetically, you sound like you have delusions of eloquence," replied Bass only to be hit with the blue stick that sent shocks up through his body. "Cowardly bastard, you needed the hand of an outside source to defeat me, but rest assured, I will overcome this. The very same weapon you hope to destroy me with shall be the strength in my arms as I crush your dreams and haunt your nightmares. I tell you this for I will be merciful only once so that you may see the error of your ways. If you do not give the order for your men to unhand what is rightfully mine, I will break these shackles that bind me and smite you right where you stand! Release your superior or else I will bring upon such terrible destruction that I will wipe the existence of any trace of your existence until nothing, not even the breath you thought to take against me, shall remain. My patience is in very short supply and this is the last ounce I have to give to anything."
"Remarkable how you are defiant to the last, truly you are my greatest nemesis, not that blue cake boy who I trounced," declared Adimus as he snapped his fingers and had Roll brought to shackles that were attached to the wall near there. "Since she belongs to you, it is only fitting that she see your demise so I will let her wait here and comfort you as the virus continues to shut your body down, one program at a time. I have bigger things to attend to then to watch such a pathetic display. I would like to remember you as you were, fighting. Her brother does need to be exterminated and then I shall personally wipe out the rest of this pitiful human resistance."
"You leave now, but know that the next time my eyes set themselves onto you, they will bring your destruction," growled Bass as he glared at Adimus, glared even at the steps that Adimus left in his wake. There was only one guard left to guard them. "Much use as you were creampuff."
"Me, you were the dead weight I had to drag as I tried to find my brother," scolded Roll in her defense. Bass wasn't looking at her because she was clad still in her underwear. "I swear you couldn't wait until I'm dressed to have…whatever the hell you did. I officially have no shame now thanks to you!"
"Well you don't have any breasts either, so I guess your evening out," replied Bass as he blushed as he made this comment. Wiley would definitely have to die for having the blush installed.
"Didn't stop you from staring at me my goodness," retorted Roll as she started to tug at these shackles. "Besides if you are so powerful why don't you break yourself free?"
"I'm trying to fix whatever the hell that bitch Hunter put into my system," said Bass, loathing to admit that he was weak at that moment. Perhaps the good doctor would like to see how proper napalm blasts work, but she would have to wait her turn. First whatever poor bastard was guarding them, second would be Adamus without any hint of mercy, third would be...no he could fit her in for that time, and finally would be that good for nothing idiot Wiley. "Honestly if I didn't have the best system and virus protection I think I would actually be worrying."
"Wow, how do you live this humble life of yours," asked Roll sarcastically as she tugged again at her restraints, hoping to get a chance to cover herself up.
"Creampuff I don't think you could possibly have any shame left so you might as well leave yourself like you are," said Bass as he turned his head abit, but his eyes wondered towards Roll's soft flesh again.
"Oh you would like that you pervert," said Roll as she rolled her eyes(no pun intended) and then sighed heavily. "You know you can stop denying that you're taking peeks at me."
"You wish I would be so love sick about you," said Bass as he finally gathered enough energy to call up his buster shields that easily burned through his restraints. "I have other things to worry about right now then how your cute ass is...the appropriate nature of your clothing...this virus is making me say ridiculous things."
"How in the hell did I fall for an stubborn, egotistical jerk like you," exclaimed Roll as she held up her chains for him to break. "I wonder if any other woman has the same problem I have?"
At the same time in the house Akira Toriyama built
(Dragaon Ball z universe for those who aren't too bright XP)"I tell you woman you are delusional," scoffed Vegeta as he downed another another glass of the sour but sweet drink Earthlings called lemonade. The irritating woman whose only svaing grace was her ability to rebuild his training capsule when it failed to keep up with his superior warrior skills, something that couldn't be fault upon him. The woman was dressed in a "bikini" top as it was called, really just a bra you could swim in, and short shorts. "The only reason I looked at you was not to take a look at your weak human body, my eyes were just looking around and I was struck by your lakc of shame to be dressed in so little within the presence of royalty."
"Yeah sure, and me catching you staring at my butt while I was bent over the controls," asked Bulma as she furrowed her brow towards him, leaning over so he got more of a shot of her breasts barely contained in that...
"Good lord put some clothes on woman before you get arrested for indecent exposure," cried Vegeta as he reluctantly backed away, turning his head equally reluctantly from the best view he had ever seen. "Besides i was only looking to see how you were coming on fixing that thing, it seems like it's taking for ever."
"Does any other woman have to deal with someone who is as big an egotistical jerk as you," cried Bulma as she threw a wrench at Vegeta only for him to catch it with his hands.
Back in the house Keiji Inafune built
"Would you stop complaining and get behind me," said Bass as he turned his arm into a buster cannon, this time without the buster gauntlet. "I don't have enough energy to protect us both so get behind me while i protect you okay?"
Roll looked down at her feet timidly for a moment before looking back at him, "can I ask you something?"
"I suppose but make it quick, that guard is dumb, but he'll soon be coming in to check on us," said Bass as he tried to get up a communications line to Treble. Wasn't he alongside me when I ran into her?
"When you were talking to Adamus...you said that I belonged to you, what did you mean by that," asked Roll as she had a slight blush on her face.
"...I meant that...I-I-I," stuttered Bass before he took a deep swallow and fought the virus that was going to send him into autistic mode. "I don't know much about these...these sensations I feel, nor doI know..what these emotions are, but I do know one thing. You are precious to me, don't doubt that. I came here to rescue you, I think that should show that I'm sincere when I say I...care for you, though the meaning of it eludes me. Whether or not I love you or love you as much as you love me, love you as much as you deserve, I don't know, but I do know I would like to find out."
"I'd like to find out as well," said Roll as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Kiss her," cried a voice from the door and the two turned to see a grinning Rock with a smoking buster. "Perhaps it was good that I didn't catch up with you right then and there, you were both being taken away when I got there. Thankfully i was able to find a friend of yours."
"Treble," called Bass happily as he saw his faithful companion bounding for him though his look changed as he knew that posture. A look of horror washed over his face as he realized exactly what his best friend was going to do. "No! Wait! Treble! I don't know if you could survive the virus!"
It was too late, Treble had already merged with Bass, all of his weapon systems were online and supercharged, the glitches were all gone though Bass knew that Treble was taking the brunt of their attacks. He had to do something quick or else Treble would be too corrupted to be saved and Treble wouldn't go until one thing was finished.
"I have shown as much mercy as I'm ever going to show to one such as he in this lifetime," said Bass as his eyes turned red with anger and violet lightening cracked around his fist. "Now I will sweep upon his empire like the blizzards of winter, crushing his dreams and haunting his nightmares. Adamus has lived by the rule of might makes right. Well tonight I'll prove him right!"
Author's Christmas Special pt.1
Rock was bouncing up and down on the seat of the RV while Bass was fighting the urge to kill him. How could a bot five years older than him act fifteen years younger than him. How many more miles till they reached the cottage Dr. Light was having prepared for them. Was supposed to be some winter wonderland with snow and ice rink the whole romantic shindig. Or at least that's what Roll told Bass and practically begged him to go along. He wasn't the type to be romantic, he was about as romantic as he was merciful. But Roll had said it would be a good place for her to show off some new clothes she had bought, clothes that he might be interested in and then he couldn't help himself. Honestly, sometimes he wondered how the hell she got away with suckering him in to these things. The author of this whole piece, Shenlong, was laying back reading something to get him into the Christmas spirit, Blackest Night. Zombified heroes ripping peoples hearts out did not sound very christmasy...but it did sound like a damn good read.
"Alright check at the map see how long we've got," asked Bass as he drove the hovercar over the snow, not having to worry about friction or things like that.
"Are we there yet," asked Rock, all excited like a little boy.
"No not yet," replied Roll cheerfully though how she could stand his innocence was just so...well let's just say that he was probably the youngest. "Well Blues said he would find a way to get here himself."
"Yeah well that useless emo can freeze to death for all I care," said Bass as he took another swig of his oil can.
"That's not nice and with your white hair and violet makeup you don't have much to judge a person emo," scolded Roll as she gave him a smack on the head.
"Hey woman, I told you my hair color wasn't a choice and neither was the facial tattoos," retorted Bass as he protectively stroked said marks on his face.
"And the all black?"
"Black is a perfect color for...it just looks cool okay," said Bass as he went back driving, grumbling this time. "You're preparing Christmas dinner that's all I know. I am not eating severed human hands again."
"Ew you actually ate those," asked Roll as she slightly backed away from his chair in shock. "Oh my god and you kissed me that night! I thought you tasted good! I was tasting rotting flesh! Ew!"
"Calm down woman I didn't eat any of the hands I was just saying," shouted Bass.
"Are we there yet," called Rock from the bunk bed he had annoyingly close to the front.
"No," barked Bass. He then turned to Shenlong. "When is it your turn to drive? You said we'd be taking turns?"
"We traded turns, you traded two of your turns for three of my turns and a turn to be named later," replied Shenlong before being knocked off the RV couch by a slap on the back of the head by Roll.
"He'll be driving when it get's dark since he's been doing nothing but sleep all day," declared Roll as she walked off to the bedroom at the end of the RV.
"Are we there yet," asked Rock, this time from the otherside of the front window.
"No," barked Bass as he slammed on the brakes sending poor Rock forward into the snowy road. "Finally got some peace and quie-"
"BASS," shouted Roll form inside the bedroom.
"Ha, your boned now," laughed Shenlong from behind his graphic novel.
"Sorry, I was distracted by Shenlong's comment on your qoute 'tiny boobs,'" declared Bass.
"Shenlong get your ass in here," comanded Roll in a very scary tone.
"Got to say, dick move man, dick move," said SHenlong as he started walking to the back. Two seconds later he was clawing his way out. "I need an adult! I need an adult!"
"What the hell is going on back there," cried Blues as he looked out from the bottom bunk.
"Wtf, you were there the whole time," asked Bass suprised as hell. This is going to be a hell of a long drive...