by Rich (Bombman) Kassidy
lay in her bed, staring straight towards the ceiling above
her, motionless. She hadn’t so much as flinched since
her teammates left to fight Cutman two hours ago. Teammates.
Just a month ago, they were so much more. They were family.
She call them her brothers and sister. Just a month ago,
they were all built by the same kind scientist.
But now, it was different. She was an outcast in her
view. The very same man she so adamantly opposed so
many times before built her. She was a mere copy of
the original. How could she even take herself seriously?
Could she even refer to herself as a Robot Master anymore?
The very thing that designated a Robot Master was the
fact that it was the one robot in the world with those
powers, the mastery of a certain set of skills. She
was a last minute B-plan, a sham.
She tried to fight these feelings. She knew they weren’t
right, and that she shouldn’t be so petty. But deep
within her subconscious, they nagged at her, they told
her she would never again feel right about being a part
of the team. She wished she could just go back to the
way things were just over a month ago. Things were so
perfect then. Peace had finally come to her, and she
was enjoying it. She wished that she once again had
the luxury of boredom, that her most important item
on her daily agenda was to make sure her brothers and
sister were happy.
Her train of thought was finally interrupted by the
emergency phone beacon that sounded in her room. For
the first time in days, she had to leave her room to
talk on the videophone. She slowly rolled to her feet
and sauntered out of her room, walking down the cold
aluminum floor of the main corridor. Her lips dead set
into a disenchanted frown, and her eyes halfway open.
It was a wonder she even responded to the sound at all,
given her state of mind.
Once in the conference room, she pushed the button
that revealed the paper thin screen, effectively answering
the call. Quickly fading onto the screen was the face
of the white bearded scientist she once called “father”.
It almost hurt her to even look at him. But before she
even had enough time to turn away, he began his message.
Cut-Chan. I’m glad someone is there. Where are the others?
I have some information on their…enemy.”
Britt simply put, “dunno when they’ll be back.”
Light began, “I suppose you’ll just have to fill them
in for me then. May as well start recording this session
now just incase you have difficulty later.”
Britt flicked a few seemingly random switches to begin
Roll has finally managed to break Wily’s encrypted files,”
Light began, this time with a more grave look upon his
fair-skinned face. “What was found was…disturbing, to
say the least. Apparently, just before I executed the
command to initiate the memory surge of Cutman, Wily
had made a back up of his memory and functions onto
a hard drive. He did this with all six of the kidnapped
Robot Masters, actually, just so he could study their
functions for future work, which has undoubtedly served
him while building his other Robot Masters.”
continue.” Britt leaned forward, her interest starting
this information, he could revive Cutman, but the process
for re-downloading files onto a robot is much longer
than the process for taking them out, not to mention
the fact that he would have to rebuild the advanced
‘genius chip’ that was currently being implemented on
Cutman. So, to make sure his plans went along smoothly,
he drew up plans to recreate Cutman as quickly as possible,
sans the memories of the original, and also minus the
heard this story before, doctor.” Britt growled wryly,
“Tell me something new.”
Doctor Light puffed up his chest and started to fidget
in his seat, somewhat annoyed at Britt’s approach. He
continued none the less.
he began his own series of Robot Masters, he decided
to experiment with a working example. Cutman’s genius
chip was badly damaged still when he reactivated him,
which must have triggered a sort of feral madness within
him. He was wild and uncouth, barely able to form complete
words. He showed signs of what must have been a terrible
pain within his head as the repair nano machines toiled
away at his near-ruined brain systems. Eventually, his
mind returned to him, but he never forgot or forgave
Wily for that pain.
As soon as he was released from the table that tied
him down, he apparently lopped off one Wily’s arms as
a small taste of revenge. Stealing one of Wily’s old
lab coats, he made a solemn vow to first defeat me for
abandoning him, and then finish off Wily himself when
he showed his superiority over him.”
Britt’s mouth was now a half opened look of fear and
loathing for her predecessor. As soon as she gathered
herself, she had a few more questions for Light.
if Wily’s arm was cut off, how did we not know of it?
I mean, he was in prison once before, right?”
but the cut was soon clean and quick, Wily was able
to reattach it himself using his own machines. However,
a scar remains. Perhaps Cutman knew he’d reattach his
arm, and just wanted Wily to have a scar constantly
there to remind him.”
Britt exclaimed under her breath. “Another thing: It’s
been at least ten years since this happened, right?
Where the hell has Cutman been all this time? And why
is he resurfacing just now?”
biding his time. We still don’t know where he’s been
all these years, but we do know he’s working on something…major.
The chips that he stole are evidence of this-“
on, did you say ‘chips’?” Britt interrupted, “I thought
he robbed those factories for money, not chips.”
stole some highly experimental, and potentially dangerous
control chips designed for the war version of the Sniper
Joe utility robot. I strongly disapproved of this new
chip, so it was created out of my sight, which is why
the factory wouldn’t tell you what it was he got away
with. Roll had to find out by hacking into their system
many did he steal, exactly?” Britt’s face gradually
faded into a look of worry.
Light’s look looked worried as well as he huffed the
ceiling about them was tumbling down upon them at an alarming
rate. Gary looked around the now collapsing factory that
they stood in, frantically searching for any escape possibilities
as the plasma compaction barrier closed in on him and
his group at a rate of two feet per second. He quickly
guessed that he’d have a little over a minute before the
energy field was about them, killing them in a most certainly
Ben, who’s back now sported a huge dent in his armor
plate in the shape of two hands, was having trouble
just standing on his two feet. However, he would have
no other choice, as he poured on his storm of flame
upon the barrier, hoping to at least slow it down. This
wouldn’t be the case, as the plasma barrier closed in
on them without breaking its deadly pace. They were
running out of ideas fast.
The energy barrier, which was usually used as a method
for compacting dangerous materials into more manageable
sizes, was all but invincible to most forms of attack,
including puncture and brute strength, which left Erik
with nothing to do but try and hope for some brilliant
solution to come up. The field, however, was vulnerable
to being disrupted by a strong electrical current, or
a localized explosion. This knowledge, unfortunately,
didn’t really serve the five heroes all that well, as
Odin’s hands remained covered in Cutman’s super sticky
instant insulator formula, and Fushi was struggling
just to stay alive as she lay on the floor with Gary
hovering over her.
FUSHI! Don’t die on me! We can still make it out of
here! We can get you back in shape in no time if you
just hang in there! Fushi!” Gary pleaded with his teammate.
He couldn’t bear to lose a pet, let alone a member of
his team. Tears were welling up on the corners of his
no use…” Ben gasped as he lowered his arm cannons. “I’m
having no effect what’s so ever.”
Odin, however, had an idea, but was at first hesitant
to suggest it. Watching the energy walls bear down upon
them with unwavering force, and seeing his friend Fushi
lay on that cold floor dying before his eyes quickly
eliminated all doubt from his mind.
as he raised his still insulator covered arms,”…do it.”
Ben and Gary looked at Odin in sheer surprise. Had they
had more time, they would have admired his bravery,
but they still would have argued with it.
can’t do that! You know as well as I do you might not
even have any arms left if I keep the heat on for just
a second longer than I should! Out of the question!”
got any other ideas then, cause I’m all out.”
Ben could see that he had no other choice, despite his
protests. He raised his arm cannons slowly into place,
and after a short moment of hesitation unleashed a smaller-than-normal
burst of molten hot flame upon the limbs of one of his
closest allies. Odin’s hands briefly disappeared in
a maelstrom of red and orange fury as he wailed in agony.
Halfway around the world, Britt had finished up her
conversation with Doctor Light, and was now awaiting
her team’s arrival. She now knew that, original or not,
Cutman had to be stopped, and fast. She halfway hoped,
however, that her teammates would have killed him in
Italy so that she’d never have to face him, for fear
of what mind games he might attempt with her. Her attention
was suddenly perked up by a set of footsteps making
their way down the hallway towards her position. However,
she noticed something strange almost immediately.
The footsteps were not like any of the other five’s.
They huffed a small hiss of compressed are with each
step, and she could hear the strain of high-tension
cables in the moments between each step. As it grew
nearer, she became certain it wasn’t any of her kin’s.
Over the years, she had come to know everyone’s unique
footsteps quite well, from Erik’s small-tremor inducing
plod, to Gary’s rapid, plastiky padding about. These
footsteps, however new, had a sense of familiarity to
them. They sounded…like her own almost.
She quickly put two and two together as the steps neared
even more, now just mere paces from the doorway to the
room. As she hid beneath a table, she heard an awful
screeching sound. Another familiar sound. Metal was
split in two as if being torn apart by a ruthless blade.
It was constant, as if someone were scraping their fingernails
across a chalkboard. The source of the terrible noises
was now standing within the doorway.
Humming cords of Ligeti, the orange master of death
surveyed the room. Noticing the edge of Britt’s shears
from underneath the huge conference table, he made sure
his target knew of his presence.
hello there!” He taunted, grinding his teeth in doing
so. “It’s nice to finally meet the clone that has been
keeping my spot warm all these years.”
Britt’s eyes grew wide. She stood up, knowing her impromptu
hiding place had failed her. She slowly turned around
to face her successor, who was drenched in cold oil,
but had the substance trickle out of the still open
wound at his elbow. It was clear that he had just come
from a hellish battle, and his presence here before
her suggested things didn’t work out they way she had
did you do with the others, you monster?”, she grimaced.
the orange and white robot questioned in an innocent
tone, “Why, there’s no need to be so harsh. We’ve only
just met. Besides, your friends are still alive…mostly.
However I can’t say that in, oh say, forty five seconds.”
As he looked at an imaginary watch.
Britt’s mechanical heart now pumped with more vigor
than it had known in the past month. She didn’t care
if her existence thus far had been for nothing; the
demented creature in front of her had hurt her friends.
She just knew it. She quickly palmed the middle of own
shears and prepared to lob them at her foe. As she released
her blades, Cutman actually started walking towards
her, snatching them out of the air in an inhuman, and
almost impossible, act.
gift? For me? My my, we’re coming on rather strong for
a first encounter, aren’t we? We haven’t even had supper
by the candlelight yet. Come, we can get to know each
other better in a more…romantic setting.” The twisted
pseudo scientist claimed as he used the butt end of
her own blades to knock her out in a swift and decisive
Cutman gathered up his copy and began to exit with his
hostage, but not without leaving a few calling cards.
Odin’s hands hurt so badly, he wasn’t able to even close
them. He felt like tearing them off his body so they
wouldn’t burn so much. They almost looked as though
they would do this all their own, as all that was keeping
them in place were a few strands of cable and some melted
aluminum and steel. Somehow, through all this pain,
his intentions surfaced to mind once again.
Slowly, he raised his ravaged limbs towards the impending
plasma field that was now a mere ten feet from them,
what’s more, is the ceiling was coming down in heavier,
bigger chunks as their support was eaten away. Only
seconds remained as Odin finally unleashed several strands
of electric fury towards the field, rendering it nullified
after only a few seconds of battle with the energy.
The victory, however, was short lived, as the danger
was still apparent as the roof caved in on the heroes.
Luckily for them, they were now no longer blocked from
using their teleportation devices to get back home.
As soon as they arrived back at their home halfway around
the world, Odin collapsed from the pain his body had
endured. It was a wonder his automatic shut down feature
hadn’t activated as soon as Ben’s flame nearly melted
away his hands. He would require days of work to be
functional once again.
Erik, despite his head troubles, looked down at his
fallen friend with a look of gratitude in his eyes.
He could not help but admire his bravery and sacrifice
in the face of such horror. He scooped up his fallen
fellow hero and placed him on his shoulder, picking
up the near-fatally wounded Fushi as well. Despite her
massive trauma, it looked as though she would be back
on her feet almost as soon as Odin. This was a good
thing, as the team was sure to face Cutman again as
soon as they could find out where he was hiding.
The three still walking heroes wearily dragged their
feet down the long, brightly polished hallway on their
way to the med. lab. On the way, they could check for
any messages from Dr Light in case Britt was still within
her room. However, they were greeted with even more
horror for the day.
A long scar traced the hallway’s wall leading into the
huge conference room. Traces of oil drops seemed to
follow this ominous sign close by. The three heroes
peered into the room, halfway expecting a sneak attack
within their own safe house.
The room was empty, however. The table lay on the floor,
shattered to pieces, and papers lay strewn about the
place in what appeared to be a random act of schoolyard
vandalism. This was no playground bully, of this they
were certain. The screen that they used to speak with
Dr Light was partially broken, but still viewable as
they checked for recent messages. They began the tape
that Britt had made of her conversation with Dr Light
when Gary had a revelation.
God…Britt!!” He exclaimed as he rushed out the room’s
doorway. As he sprinted down the hallway, he noticed
the same oil stains making their way to the same destination
as him. “Oh God no…”
He flung open the door to Britt’s room, and dropped
to his knees at what he saw. Oily “blood was flung about
wildly around the quarters, sprayed on everything in
view. On the bed lay an even more sickening calling
card: Britt’s left arm, laying within a puddle of it’s
own fluids. Grasped in it’s hand read a single note
with two simple words on it.
ran as fast as he could down the cold, metal hallway to
where he had heard the screams he had heard just seconds
before. Along the way, he noticed the same dark spatters
that Gary had followed to Britt’s quarters, where he had
remained. Ben soon stopped just outside the small room,
as he watched Gary on his knees, clutching the severed
limb of his loved one. Ben was truly taken aghast at this
sight, and couldn’t think of a single word to say. Gary,
however, beat him to it.
gone too far this time.”
Ben couldn’t agree more. He clenched his fists together
as he vowed revenge of his own. Brother or no brother,
Cutman needed to be stopped for good. They were left
with a small problem however. They had no idea where
he was or how to track him, and now that he had what
he needed, it was only a matter of time before he could
activate his army. Time was now a luxury for them.
Gary and Ben made their way back into the conference
room where Erik was watching the recording of Dr Light’s
synopsis on Cutman. Odin and Fushi were delivered to
the med. lab, where a few of the worker robots administered
first aid to the badly damaged crime fighters. With
hope, they’d make a full recovery in a week, but it
was unlikely that they’d be able to rejoin their comrades
for the showdown with Cutman, assuming they could find
hi. Erik’s head was being reworked by one of the robot
technicians as he mulled over the video.
now we know why this guy is so messed up, but we don’t
know how he’s stronger than all of us combined, even
with our upgrades and improvements throughout the years.”
The giant laid out the facts. “If we just rush into
his lair or whatever and try to fight him again, he’ll
just kill us, especially now that we’re down in numbers.”
he’s been doing a few improvements of his own.” Gary
theorized. “I heard some familiar sounds coming from
his body while we in that factory. The sound of pressurized
suspension systems and high tension steel wire. None
of those came standard on him when he was first built,
of that I’m sure, but they did come on one robot in
Ben growled. “He must’ve got a hold of the plans for
Quickman back when he was in Wily’s custody. And with
that high IQ of his, he’d have no problem improving
on those plans. Hell, he’s had ten years to do so.”
been busy, that’s for sure.”, Gary agreed, “ He’s got
this army apparently, so now we have to take that into
perspective as well. Now that he’s got all that he needs,
its only a matter of time before he’s ready to launch
it. We’re running out of time and we have no leads at
The three androids sat in silence, trying to figure
out the best way to find out where their enemy had hidden
himself. Suddenly, the answer came to Erik.
it! If he teleported out of here, we can track him!”
Ben questioned, “I thought modern day teleportation
systems were untraceable.”
but he might not have upgraded his own systems!”
how does this do us any good? Do we have any means to
even track him?”, Gary chimed in.
the conventional way, but I know how. You see, when
we teleport, our bodies first send out a signal to our
intended destination via a satellite to ensure we won’t
end up ‘beaming in’ on top of some animal or person,
and make sure we don’t meld with them on a structural
level, which would surely kill us. Since it happens
so fast, we don’t even notice it most of the time, but
it does happen, so…”
can check the satellite’s logbook to find out where
he went! It’s brilliant, Erik!” Gary proclaimed.
know, sometimes you surprise me, man.” Ben commended.
It wasn’t often he handed out compliments.
Erik began the process to check the satellite’s logs,
hoping to find the answer they desperately needed.
Britt’s eyes gradually flittered open to reveal her
latest surroundings. Within seconds, she realized her
entire body from the neck down was paralyzed, perhaps
mercifully since she’d then have to deal with the pain
of her missing arm. She glanced around her immediate
environment and felt the cool, damp air on her face.
The dimly lit cave walls reflected sketchy shadows all
around, as if the room was lit solely by candlelight.
She noted that she lay on what appeared to be a medical
table, complete with a fine surgical kit next to her.
Looking to her right she glimpsed her kidnapper with
his back turned towards her. He was obviously working
on something, but couldn’t quite make it out yet. After
a few minutes, Cutman became aware of her regained consciousness
and greeted her.
trust you had a restful nap.” he mugged. “You should
thank me for being merciful. You’d have to deal with
a lot of pain right now had I not taken the liberty
of deactivating your motor control servo.”
me!” Britt shot back.
welcome”, the orange villain grinned back. “You should
also feel honored. You’ll be the first person to see
my great army alive and moving. You’ll see first hand
the might that will crush both Light AND Wily with ease,
and perhaps Cossack should he even think he can stand
in my way. It won’t matter. Soon, these wretched scum
of the Earth, the scientists that birthed such a twisted
creation such as us and our kind, will be wiped clean
from this planet’s face. I’m just helping evolution
does mass murder help anything evolve, you psycho?”
Cutman laughed, amused by his “guest’s” indigence. “Human
beings have evolved far beyond what they were meant
to reach. They never outgrew the pre-programmed violence
that exists within the heart of each and every man,
woman, and child that inhabits this world, despite their
arguments. Robots, on the other hand, can grow past
that. They’re not forced into the same thinking that
man is predisposed to. I’m the beginning of a new age
in the history of the world. I can right the wrongs
that man has inflicted, and fill in the many gaps he
has left behind. Robots like myself can and WILL become
the future of this planet, and will not repeat the same
mistakes man has made time after time.”
still just trying to justify murder. Don’t you understand
the concept of human life?” Britt argued.
All this from a quick fix copy robot? I should be impressed
with Wily and Light’s monstrous little creation then.
Still, you’re nothing more than a cheap copy of a vastly
superior model. You never could realize your true potential
with that half assed frame of yours.”
It was the same thought that Britt had gone over time
and time again herself over the past few weeks. Hearing
it come from the real thing left her questioning herself
just as much as before. Before Britt could think up
a response, Cutman began his speech yet again.
to your would-be fellow Robot Master, Iceman, I have
this to thank him for.” As he held up his replacement
arm, which was obviously stolen from one of the thousands
of Sniper Joes that lined the room’s walls. “That’s
why I kept you alive instead of simply using you for
spare parts. He’ll be here shortly, of that I’m sure,
so I wanted to make sure you saw his inevitable death
by my hand.”
had mixed reactions upon learning of Gary’s certain
arrival. On one hand, he would be here to save her,
and might be able to do so. But then again, he might
die, just as Cutman predicted. She much rather would
die herself rather than see her beloved die right before
her eyes. As her eyes searched for an answer, she glanced
at the sneering orange monster again, but this time
noticed something different. He was now wearing her
shears instead of his own. Cutman immediately noticed
Britt glaring at his trophy.
yes, I really must thank you for my new head accessory.
It really is becoming of me, don’t you think? A new
set of blades for a new era. How fitting that they’ll
be used to kill the brethren you’ve been living with
these past ten years. It’s simply soaked with irony.”
Cutman turned to watch his handful of operational Sniper
Joes install the remaining control modules into the
last few soldiers in his army. It was only a matter
of time before they were ready to be unleashed upon
the world. Had Cutman stayed with Dr Wily any longer,
he might have picked up his signature cackle for such
an occasion, but Cutman had his own method in celebration
as he lifted an oversized Cuban cigar to his lips, and
simply smiled as he took in this awe inspiring sight.
it!” Erik exclaimed. “Coordinates 389.154.0784…an old
mining town named ‘Desert Gulch’ in the middle of the
ghost town? Fitting, since we’re going to have some
burying to do when we get done with him.” Ben grimaced.
“Let’s stop wasting time and get over there pronto.”
The three remaining Sinister Six alumni had already
finished their personal repairs while waiting for Erik
to find their enemy’s location. Had they had the time,
they would have done more upgrading, but they couldn’t
afford to lose anymore sunlight. Instead, they would
have to relay on their wits and what they had seen of
Cutman’s movements to gain an edge, if it were possible.
However, they made no delusions in the fact that they
very well may be headed into a suicide mission. Once
again, their faces grew grim as they said their good-byes
to the unconscious Odin and Fushi and activated their
As Desert Gulch was a scant 2,000 miles away, the trip
via teleportation travel was only fifteen minutes. As
they arrived on the outside of town, the sun began to
dip behind the mountain range in the far West. The sky
began to turn a bright mixture of orange and pink, highlighting
the few clouds that drifted lazily in the air around
the sun in a purplish shadow. The shadows on the ground
had grown to the point where the century old plus buildings
now cast huge projections of themselves on the dusty
earth at their feet. It would truly be a beautiful sight
for anyone who had the luxury of time, but unfortunately
for the Sinister Six, they hadn’t the time.
Immediately, they had to search for any suspicious buildings
that might have shown signs of recent use. Clearly,
no decrepit structure in plain view could hold the massive
collection of robots that Dr Light had predicted, so
there must be some hidden passageway to an underground
hideout, they collectively guessed. Sure enough, the
dried up well in the small town’s center displayed unusual
patterns of wear at its base, and upon closer inspection,
it was clear this was no ordinary well. Erik, having
no time to figure out the trick to open it, simply ripped
the structure from the ground, and left them with a
perfect entrance way to what appeared to be some sort
of hidden mine. This was the point of no return.
The three heroes all looked at each other, then took
a last look at the wonderful sky that seemed to bid
them good luck. At this point, luck seemed to be all
they had, as they were soon about to face what could
be their biggest challenge yet.
Gary, and Erik now traversed to the deep ends of the mineshaft,
knowing their enemy might very well be expecting them
with a trap. They cautiously inspected the walls as the
trekked forth into the dank, dim cave, half expecting
a boulder like that seen in Raiders of the Lost Ark to
come tumbling forth, crushing them before they could even
reach their intended target. Luckily, no such traps were
to be found, as they neared a fork in the path ahead.
On the left lay what appeared to be a condemned mineshaft,
boarded up long ago with an ominous skull and cross
bones marking adorning the planks that blocked the path
ahead. To the right lay a another dimly lit corridor,
but this one had something else: music. Some sort of
classical music blared from within, announcing to them
the obvious choice. Without wasting another thought,
the trio forged ahead slowly, peeking around corners
to try and keep and element of surprise they might still
be able to take advantage of.
Eventually, they finally came across what they intended
to come across: the holding chambers for Cutman’s massive
army. Small Metool robots hobbled along the ground,
carrying whatever tools they could to the Sniper Joes
that labored on their brother Joes, attempting to get
everything ready for the fight that lay ahead of them.
Already it seemed, that army was nearing completion,
as a new Joe was activated every few seconds, and then
given a set of tools to help out his work force. Had
they not known what the army was going to be used for,
the Sinister Six might have been impressed. However,
they were instead very troubled, as the battalion that
stretched in front of them was far larger than what
they had anticipated. If this army ever left the cave,
it would spell certain doom for most of the Earth’s
After observing the scene, they finally looked ahead
to the small platform that rested overhead. Atop that
platform was none other than Britt, who hadn’t yet noticed
her saviors. Unfortunately, someone else did.
need to be shy, gentlemen.” The wicked voice rang out
from overhead. “I’ve known of your arrival since monitoring
your arrival here. I must say, you figured out my whereabouts
rather quickly. Had I more time, I would have put on
some coffee for you.”
more crap, Cutman.” Ben bellowed back. “We’re here to
shut you down for good.”
little overconfident, aren’t we? Perhaps you didn’t
realize the hundreds of thousands of war machines that
now stand before you. In a few mere seconds, every single
one of them will be online, awaiting my marching orders.
Not even the three of you can beat those odds. However,
you are my brothers, and I suppose it would be only
sporting of me to at least offer you the opportunity
to join me by my side. But, given your predictable nature,
I believe I already know what your answer will be…”
a chance in hell!” Gary shouted. “You’ve got some nerve
to think that we would join the likes of you. You stopped
being our brother the second you thought up this mad
scheme of yours.”
a pity.” Cutman said with a look of fake sadness adorning
his dingy orange face. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have
to dispose of you. Unfortunately for you, I don’t have
time to deal with you personally, so do forgive my inhospitality.
I do have, however, another playmate to keep you occupied
in your last moments on this planet.”
The demented tangerine android then flicked a few switches
on his control board, setting forth a new menace for
the Sinister Six to deal with. A monster resembling
the Yellow Devil emerged for a grate in the ground,
but only silver in color. A single, monotone black eye
opened from within the center of the giant liquid beast,
setting its sights on the three warriors that stood
in front of it.
fun!” Cutman goaded from atop his platform. He turned
his attention to Britt. “Like clockwork. Say good bye
to your teammates. But don’t worry, you’ll all meet
again in the robot after life, unless I decide to rebuild
you all as I see fit.”
Britt could only muster the energy for one last scream.
Gary’s attention perked immediately. “Britt! Hang on!”
He turned to his two comrades beside him. “ I’ve got
to get up there before he can give his final commands
to the army!”
Without so much as another word, Erik knew what to do.
He scooped the small Arctic research machine into his
massive hand, took aim, and lobbed his friend like a
football high over the Silver Devil’s head, who tried
to block the small android like a blocker trying to
deflect a field goal. Luckily for Gary, Erik threw him
fast enough to avoid the monster’s high reaching arms,
and Gary landed sloppily on the platform above the massive
army. Cutman almost looked impressed.
now, come to have another go at me? I hope you realize
the futility of your actions. My personally destroying
you will be just a formality at this point. But, in
a way, I’m glad to able to finish you off myself. I
still owe you for this little gift.” Cutman reminded
himself as he raised his replacement arm, which now
bore a quick orange paint job to cover the original
flat black covering of the former Sniper Joe appendage.
I still owe you for all the blood you’ve spilt. All
the pain you’ve caused my friends and me. All the destruction
you plan on unleashing! I won’t give up so easily!”
trite. Come, let’s get this pathetic show over with
quickly. I still have much work to do before I commit
mass genocide.” Cutman coldly stated as he rolled his
Gary made no wasted effort as he launched his first
offensive against the orange megalomaniac. He leapt
high into the air, extending his white boot to try and
land a solid kick on Cutman’s jaw, but he was quickly
avoided with a swift sidestep on behalf of his target.
He next launched a flurry of punches, to which Cutman
avoided just as easily. The entire time, Cutman never
unfolded his arms in a show of ego even Forte could
match. He merely laughed off his tiny attacker’s misplaced
sad, really. I almost expected better of you, Iceman.”
Cut mocked as he delivered a kick of his own to the
small robot. Gary rolled backwards into the guardrails
behind him. Coughing up “blood”, he had to think of
Meanwhile, Erik and Ben had their hands full with the
Silver Devil, who swung wildly at them. Neither side
had landed a single blow to one another, but Erik and
Ben were already showing signs of fatigue with their
dodging maneuvers. Ben poured on the heat, as he now
knew from experience that the liquid monster was made
out of the same insulation material that covered Odin’s
hands the last time they encountered Cutman. He guessed
that this giant would have been made to counter Elecman’s
electric attacks, as that’s what the original Yellow
Devil had been weak to. However, there seemed to be
an almost limitless supply of the goo that rose up from
the grate beneath it, constantly resupplying the fifteen
foot tall monster with whatever was needed to repair
getting nowhere fast.” Ben loudly stated over the roar
of his own flames. “If we keep wasting time like this,
the army will be complete.”
It was true. They were down to just a handful of soldiers
that needed to be completed. Luckily, the already activated
Sniper Joes were too busy with their own work to even
bother with the battled that raged just inches away
from them, despite Erik using some of them for ammunition
against the Silver Devil. Suddenly knew what to do.
He jumped in front of Ben just as he was set to unleash
another flurry of flame. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Ben asked in bewilderment.
keep up the fire!” Erik shouted back.
Ben did as he was told and the intense flame surrounded
the giant construction robot. Using the fire as a shield
against the monster’s attacks, Erik was able to get
in close and attack the beast’s weak spot: it’s eye.
Erik wasted very little time once he was within range
as he grabbed the edges of the optical device and began
pulling furiously, eventually tearing the entire control
center from it’s command center within the protective
silvery goo. It wasn’t unlike pulling an old tree stump
from the ground, except wires stood in place of roots,
and plates of metal substituted bark.
Finally, the eye of the great beast was completed separated
from it’s symbiotic liquid, and the body of the beast
quivered for a few seconds before losing its shape entirely,
rescinding back into the grate below. Gutsman, still
smoldering from Ben’s intense down pour of heat, crushed
the thing’s electronic brain with his bare hands, putting
an end to the formidable beast once and for all.
he huffed. The two exhausted fighters then looked upward
to see if they could observe the fight that wore on
top of the platform. Unable to make out anything from
where they stood, they decided to fight their way through
the hordes of Sniper Joes, destroying as many as they
could before they could be commanded for battle. “Hang
on, Gary.” Ben uttered beneath his breath
Gary stumbled backward after receiving another volley
of blows from his opponent. The devious and cunning
Cutman, who’s ego now swelled well past what he had
shown, totally out matched him.
a waste of time this was. I could have been doing something
useful, but instead you insisted on wasting precious
minutes that could have been utilizing to perfect my
plans even more.”
Gary was exhausted and could only mutter a few words:
“…*huff*…I wouldn’t…count me out….*huff*…just yet!”
With that, Gary stood straight up and took in a huge
amount of air to mix with the deadly nitrogen mixture
contained in his back. Expelling the frozen mixture,
Gary unleashed the Ice Slasher upon his foe, who yet
again dodged the V shaped ice wedge as it sailed past
aim is even more pathetic than last time. That wasn’t
anywhere close to me!” he taunted again.
Gary was the one grinning now, despite his shortness
of breath. “…wasn’t…aiming…for you…”
Cutman’s eyes grew with surprise as he whirled around
quickly to see what it was he had hit. His precious
control panel, which would activate the entire army,
was now frozen in a sheet of sheer ice, preventing any
immediate activation of his forces. For what seemed
to be the first time, Cutman lost his cocky attitude
in a blur of rage.
little bastard! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!
I’ve had enough of this game! This ends now!”
Cutman rushed forward and pummeled Gary mercilessly,
nearly ending his life within seconds. Oily “blood”
now poured freely from more than a few places on his
face, and his limbs went weak with pain. Cutman lifted
the battered Iceman clear off the ground, holding him
up with just one hand
suppose the least I can do is end your miserable life
with some style.” As he reared back his hand to lob
Gary skyward. Gary took this moment to look at Britt
one last time, as if to say he was sorry he couldn’t
save her. He closed his eyes and waited for the swift
end that Cutman was about to administer.
Cutman tossed Gary high into the air like a paper airplane.
Removing his shiny new pair of shears from their resting-place
atop his head, Cutman launched them towards his helpless
foe, aiming to slice him neatly in two. Things, however,
didn’t quite go that way, as the blades slowed down
halfway into their flight and began to whirl back towards
Cutman. In his confusion, Cutman hadn’t even had the
time to dodge his own blades as they plowed into his
chest, separating his head, right shoulder, and right
arm from his lower half. His lower half tumbled to the
grate that made up the platform, as his upper half spewed
warm oil from it’s open wounds while it briefly sailed
through the air. It landed with a solid “thunk” on the
steel feet away from his once agile legs.
Cutman hacked up massive amounts of his own “blood”
as he still remained in a state of shock from his sudden
defeat. “…I d-don’t…* cough *… understand…. H-how? W-why?”
Gar landed with a “thunk” of his own on the same platform,
in a state of shock of his own that he landed in one
piece. He clambered to his weary feet to see what went
wrong for Cutman. To his surprise, the shears that would
have been used to kill him now rested on their original
owner’s head: Britt, who welled up with tears as she
looked at Gary.
Gary walked over to his fallen opponent, who was now
within the last seconds of his hate filled life. He
knelt beside his brother to hear whatever last words
he would mutter with his last breath.
Cough * This…. This isn’t * hack *…right…I-I was…. jus-stified
in…my vengeance…I had every…right…You…stole this from…meeee….”
Cutman wheezed as he uttered his last words. His LED
pupils gradually faded from view as his steel eyelids
covered his aged yellowed eyes. A final trickle of blood
escaped his mouth as soon as his last word was spoken.
Gary may not have had any kind words for the evil Robot
Master, but he could help but feel sorry for the poor
misguided monster that called himself brother.
Erik and Ben had watched the scene from the point where
Cutman was sawn in half. They fell silent as the Sniper
Joes finally finished their work on each other, then
assumed an at-attention stance, awaiting their general’s
orders that would never come.
slid the missing control servo back into its rightful
place through the access panels at the back of Britt’s
head. As she regained control of her body, she felt a
sharp sting in her elbow, followed by the strange sensation
of missing an appendage. Luckily for her, her automatic
repair systems hadn’t been shut down with her motor control
circuitry, and had already stopped the flow of oil and
vital fluids to the severed limb.
As she stood up from the surgical steel table, her
eyes became fixated on the lifeless remains of her captor.
She felt an immense sense of guilt fill her, feeling
as though she was somehow wrong in destroying the being
that should rightfully occupied her spot on the team.
Gary must have noticed this, and took her hand into
had every right. If you didn’t act so fast, I would
have been killed no question. I owe you my life, Britt.”
Gary and Britt locked eyes, and suddenly the sense of
worthiness returned to her as she gazed at her beloved
Iceman. She now realized that how or why she came to
be was irrelevant, and that what she did now was far
more important than any pre-determined destiny. For
the first time in a month, a genuine smile returned
to her face.
Ben and Erik offered to clean up the mess and dispose
of the still-waiting forces of the Cutman army. It would
be hard work, and would take up perhaps an entire day
to destroy the quarter-million strong army, but seeing
the condition of Gary and Britt made them realize how
much the two had gone through these past few weeks.
As they congratulated Gary and Britt on the battle,
the four took a long look on the legacy that Cutman
had left behind, soon to be destroyed for the good of
the world. The army seemed to stretch on for miles down
the cave, with tightly packed regiments motionlessly
awaiting their marching orders.
kind of a shame. He spent so long working on this, and
it all comes crashing down in an instant.” Erik sympathized.
did him a favor. He’d have made a lousy leader anyway.”
Ben said with a halfhearted tone of humor.
Gary once again turned around to look at his fallen
opponent and brother. It was then that he had a small
idea planned for his destroyed sibling. He gathered
up his remains and set out with Britt to take the long
path upwards into the awaiting night time sky above
It was so much different looking than what they were
used to seeing in the city. You could see stars that
weren’t even visible normally, and everything rang with
an almost surreal clarity. After a night like this,
it was inspiring to say the least.
are you going to do with…that?” Britt asked Gary in
the cool night air.
see. But for now, let’s go home.” Gary softly replied
as he teleported back home. Britt smiled slightly and
Three weeks later, things had finally returned to normal.
After they were finished destroying the Cutman army,
Ben and Erik sealed the entrance to the underground
lair, ensuring its use would never come back into play.
Odin and Fushi had finally recovered, and were now sporting
new armor plating that made them look even better than
before, and they made no hesitation in showing off their
Britt walked by herself down a long wing of the S6 headquarters,
into a brand new room made with but one purpose in mind.
In her hands were a bouquet of flowers to show her respect
for the fallen, as she placed the bundle on a pedestal
in front of a large, blue lit cylinder placed at the
back of the room.
Cutman’s body had been meticulously restored over the
last two weeks to new condition. Gone were the oil and
grime stains that dirtied up his entire body for the
past ten years. The crooked sneer and battle scared
shears were replaced with a soft expression of levity
and a new polished set of blades now adorned his gleaming
head. His mind, however, was not left within his body,
as it was shipped back to Dr Light’s lab, forever to
be kept within the confines of his secret vault, off
the record. Though the genius chip offered great potential,
perhaps the world was not yet ready for such an improvement
just yet. However, he did implement some of the chip’s
design into a new, private project he simply kept in
a file marked ‘X’…but that was for another day.
Britt bowed slightly before the cylinder that contained
the world’s first Robot Master to show her respect.
If only things had gone slightly different, she thought,
he could have done great things. But by this time, Britt
was over with letting any darker thoughts that lay within
her mind control her. She had a purpose in Gary and
the team, and would now focus on making the world a
safer place in the world, so that perhaps one day, the
need for crime fighters such as herself wouldn’t be
needed anymore, and she could retire with Gary.
Her day dreaming was interrupted by the sound of a level
1 alarm. It wasn’t to be anything more than a bank robbery,
but nowadays the S6 took everything a bit more seriously,
even with petty crimes. Britt started walking out the
door of the small memorial room, but turned around to
take one last glimpse of the world’s first Robot Master,
and the plaque that rested at his feet, which read:
The World’s First Robot Master
May His Soul Find Peace At Last”