The Face Of Evil

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In a highly advanced facility in the center of Neo Arcadia, which now was the Headquarters for the Mavericks, a massive blue armored Maverick walked into the main room, saying, “My lord. We have received word that Cutman has failed his mission even more disgracefully that that moron Gutsman. On top of that, the convoy has gated outside of our known patrol zones. There is no trace of it to be found.” A man in a black trench coat let out a sinister chuckle and walked towards him. “Knightman, my loyalist of fools. I had no intention for the convoy to be recovered. We have no need for weapons or food. They are merely a means to an end, and nothing more.”

He then backhanded the Maverick with enough force to dislodge a large section of it's skeletal frame, yelling, “What angers me is that my Generals are complete incompetents  that cant accomplish one most painfully basic of tasks! I asked you to allow the mislead the convoy's abductors, not attempt to destroy it! Your Ignorance in this matter could have completely demolished the chance for the prize I truly sought!” He placed his hand delicately on the Maverick's head, voice becoming so calm it made the room colder then the metal of the mechanical Generals gathered, “And that is why I must set an example.” Knightman was barely able to allow the words “Master, please...,” before a powerful burst of energy reduced the machine to atoms.

 He turned to the Generals that Mavericks in the room, coldly until he pointed at one, saying, “You, Starman. Come forth.” A nervous Maverick with a sleek design made for speed and stealth walked towards the bloodthirsty Reploid, shaking so hard it was in danger of completely rattling itself out of it's frame. “How may I be of service, Master,” It said with a tone of fear.” The Maverick said coldly, “You've just been Promoted. Now all of you, Begone!” All the Mavericks ran out of the room in fear that any delay during his current temperament would result in their demise.”

As he took his place on a throne made from human bones, a voice said, “That was a touch excessive, wouldn't you say?” The Reploid muttered, “Why must you stick to the shadows, creature? If you were loyal to me, you would show yourself.” The voice chuckled. “I've seen how you treat your loyal subjects. Just a moment ago, if I recall. Nasty sight. I loved it.” The Reploid sneered. “Bah! You dare to assume my actions are uncalled for? Begone creature.”

The voice laughed and said, “Your devil may care attitude amuses me. Very well. I will show you my face.” A black effigy floated out of the shadows. The phantom said, “Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Wiley.” The Reploid yawned and muttered, “You bore me phantom. I have no interest in...” His expression turned into one of interest. “Wiley? As in the Wiley Virus?” The creature let out what could barely be described as an amused smirk. “Give the Bot a cigar. I'm glad you remembered, Bass.”

 The man looked at him interest peaked. “So, you can say my name without fear. Either you are very brave, or you have a death wish.” Wiley floated to his side, saying, “Fear you? Bah! You have a lot of gall, machine. I created you.” Bass glared at him, his eyes glowing red. “Created me? Such a title claims me as slave, and I bow to no one!” He fired a blast of energy at the specter and Let out a roar of pain. Wiley said, “You had better learn to bow, tool. I made you, and I can reduce you to nothing just as easily!”
“Forgive me, master! Please... Stop!” The Reploid stopped screaming and gasped for breath as the psychic attack was called off.

Wiley said, “Now that you know your place, tool, I must say, the plan you put in play is very devious. A Maverick prototype, with your most useful feature. Not as strong as you, but more than enough to deal with the Hunters and their Lode Runner Loyalists fools. And the form it is hidden in.” The phantom sighed.  “Ahhhhhhh... I can taste the Anarchy soon to come. When those rebels fools bow down to us, Nothing will stop the Mavericks from taking their place as the leaders over the weak and fragile human cattle.”

Bass said, “And the perfection that are us machines will be the ones to rule over them, as it should be!” He paused momentarily and muttered, “Hmmm. Humans falling at the hands of Machines. I wonder why that concept seems so... Familiar... Quite odd, actually.” Wiley muttered, “Regardless, We will rule supreme, and the reign of man will succumb to their true masters, the Mavericks”

The two of them laughed maniacally while on the other side of the door, a gold armored Reploid-Maverick hybrid stood there in utter horror. He turned to a small Reploid-like creature that flew in dizzying patterns and said, “Minnie, I can not believe what I'm hearing. We have to leave! Master Bass has gone mad!” The small creature let out small melodic tones and the Maverick said, “Agreed. We will need to find a way to our destination without being tracked. Fortunately I have a plan.”

A few more melodic sounds were chirped and he said, “That does sound like the best course of action. We must make haste, before we are...” A silver haired Reploid in a gray jumpsuit and black visor yelled from down the corridor, “Quickman! What are you doing intruding on Master's privacy.” The gold hybrid said with urgency in his voice, “Lead General Protoman! Lord Bass has become delusional! We have to...” Starman yelled aggressively, “I will slay you like the vile traitor you are!”

The Reploid lunged at the eavesdropper with a Beam-saber, but never found it mark. Quickman vanished well before the attack had finished the first quarter of it's arc. Protoman yelled, “All units! Quickman has gone rogue! Seek him out no matter where he may be and terminate his functions! Do not rest until he has been reduced into nothing more than scrap metal!” He then muttered, “Because if we don't, master Bass is going reduce us all to replacement parts.”