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OMEGA(MA) IS EVERYWHERE
Omega will roll every turn to attack some badniks or potentially interrupt a National Action a Metal hero is assigned to.
-[X] Upgrade Upgrade Metal Sonic DC: 40/60/80/100/120/140/160/180/200 (Thunderbolt)
Result: 1d100 (59) + 18(Eggman) + 20(Egg tronics) + 14(Thunderbolt) + 10(Electric love) + 2(Loyalty)
Total: 123
Despite her eccentricities, Eggman had to admit that Thunderbolt the Chinchilla was a benefit to his work towards world domination. Just getting rid of Zomon alone was beneficial, holding him for one week had nearly emptied the larder. Discounting how she was actually an effective assistant and an expert in her field.
While, of course, Eggman took the lead on upgrading Metal by designing hardware, updating software, and integrating modules, Thunderbolt's own contributions only let him push his genius further. The electrician made the energy allocation more efficient, which allowed Eggman to install and integrate more than he had hoped would be possible in the time that they had.
"Oh yes, with these upgrades, Metal will be unstoppable! Ohohohohoho!" Eggman laughed, before examining the various devices and tools he and Thunderbolt had laid on tables surrounding Metal Sonic in his lab. "Hmph, blast it, where is that damn welding torch?"
"Oh! Oh! I left it by the door, let me get it for you Doctor!" Thunderbolt raced over to where the tool laid and picked it up, before squealing in glee as Eggman rolled his eyes. He didn't need to be a 300 IQ genius to know what she would say next. If he hadn't picked up on the pattern by the second time, the eighth would have sufficed. "This is just the best! Working with Doctor Eggman, THE Doctor Egg-"
Against the established pattern, that's when the door exploded. It was reinforced, so the door itself was still intact. The wall around it was not.
The door was sent flying across Eggman's lab, taking the diminutive chinchilla with it. Miraculously, none of the work tables the two had established were disturbed by its passing as it slammed into the opposite wall. A large black and red frame loomed through the aperture, glowing eyes piercing through the dust and smoke.
"Wha- OMEGA!? What are you doing here!?" Eggman demanded, reaching behind him to reactivate Metal.
"I AM HERE TO ANNIHILATE METAL SONIC, EVEN AFTER HIS UPGRADES. I WILL BLAST HIM INTO SCRAP AND DEMONSTRATE THAT I AM THE ULTIMATE ROBOT."
"Well, you're a little
early," Eggman scoffed. "Metal's not done."
"I WILL WAIT. MY VICTORY IS INEVITABLE, THUS TIME IS NO ISSUE. I CAN INSTEAD SIMULATE KILLING YOU."
"Well, I'm afraid this is going to take a while, seeing as you just killed my last lab assistant, you moron. Wait, what are you doing?" Eggman asked as Omega stepped away from the door and began shuffling sideways into the lab with the scraping sound of metal on metal.
"IF IT WILL HASTEN METAL'S DESTRUCTION, I WILL ASSIST. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE?"
"... A welding torch," Eggman sighed.
Omega bent down and picked up the one the chinchilla had dropped. "WILL THIS SUFFICE?"
As he took the tool from his rogue creation, he looked over at where Thunderbolt's corpse undoubtedly laid crushed under the door, expecting to see a puddle of blood.
"I got hit by a rocket from one of Doctor Eggman's robots! Best day evaaaaaar!"
Eh, she'd be fine.
-[X] Reach Out to the Restoration: DC 120 (Belle)
Roll: 1d100 (79) + 7(Eggman) + 25(Belle) + 10(Power of Friendship) + 2(Loyalty)
Total: 123
Roll: 1d100 (100) + 7(Eggman) + 25(Belle) + 10(Power of Friendship) + 2(Loyalty)
Nat 100 reroll: 1d100(23)
Total: 167
Negotiations were not going well. She had been left to wait in a meeting room, after a thorough examination to make sure she had no weapons, listening devices or technology of any kind on her. It was a good thing she'd convinced Doctor Eggman to let her go without anything other than her S.T.E.E.P.L.E., which they had overlooked due to its design. And then she actually met the leader of the Restoration.
Jewel was… high strung. Which Belle could relate to! So she tried to commiserate. Jewel was receptive at first, reciprocating, but then she started talking about the stresses of being a part of the Restoration during the war. And from there, she moved onto the stresses from Eggman in general. And not just from during the war either, no, Jewel had a laundry list from years of Eggman's attempts at world domination.
As Jewel unloaded on her, getting more and more heated with every diatribe, Belle reflected that it was a bad time to be one of his creations. As she sunk into the seat, she desperately wished for something,
anything, to interrupt the verbal assault detailing Doctor Eggman's past schemes and deceptions.
Then the door exploded.
Both Belle and Jewel shrieked and took cover, hiding behind the same table. Once she caught her breath, Jewel hissed at her, "I should have known this was just another trick, a way to get us to drop our guard. Any second now, one of Eggman's war machines is going to walk through there and tell us that resistance is fut-."
Omega walked through what used to hold a door, "EGGMAN ROBOT DETECTED. PREPARE FOR TERMINATION, RESISTANCE IS FUTILE." Jewel and Belle looked at one another, each with a nervous half-smile and they both gave a hysterical giggle.
After a rapid, silent conversation Jewel was the one to poke her head over the table, "Omega, part of the Restoration's purpose is to oppose Eggman and his empire, we don't need you to-" Jewel let loose another shriek before Belle tackled her out of the way of a missile, which exploded just overhead.
"Jewel? Jewel!? Can you move?" Belle hissed but the beetle just whimpered, part of her side burned and littered with shrapnel.
"THERE IS NO NEGOTIATION WITH EGGMAN. ANY ATTEMPT IS UNACCEPTABLE." Omega stomped forward, both his hands ready to unload a barrage of shells at the two.
Belle hopped over what was left of the table with her S.T.E.E.P.L.E. active, making sure to stay between him and Jewel so the injured insect would be less likely to take any more damage. "WAIT! I'll leave, I'll leave, you, uh, stopped Eggman's plan, curses foiled again, go Omega.
Just please stop shooting at us!"
Another wave of bullets was her answer, but the S.T.E.E.P.L.E. did its work admirably. "I WILL PROVE MY SUPERIORITY OVER ALL EGGMAN MACHINES!"
"I'm not even an Eggman machine! He wasn't the one to build me
technically, I'm not even made of metal!" Belle protested, trying to push forward to get more distance between her and Jewel.
"YOU ARE A ROBOT SERVING EGGMAN, EGGMAN ROBOT."
"Well, I'm uh, supposed to be a negotiator.
Maybewecantalkaboutthis!? Youcanbeatmethere!?" Belle squeaked out between volleys.
Omega actually paused for a moment and Belle took the opportunity to reposition away from the downed Restoration leader. The Tinker felt a moment of hope as he seemed to be considering her suggestion. Then Omega changed weapons to a flamethrower and the wooden puppet gulped. "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS."
"Oh sawdust," Belle managed to get out before Omega began chasing her around the room, setting it alight. Blinded by the streams of fire, the wailing girl tripped and was stomped on by the massive robot as he charged past, shattering the S.T.E.E.P.L.E.'s barrier.
As she pushed herself up to see Omega turning for a second pass, Belle's short life passed before her eyes, focusing on the last few months.
Months of insanity! Losing her father, only to find an evil version of him in his place. Working with the platypus who kidnapped Mr. Tinker and turned him back into Doctor Eggman. Tracking down and negotiating with incredibly dangerous people. Watching the fight between Eggman's forces and the Deadly Six. All the EVERYTHING that happened in Tokyo-To.
AND NOW THIS!?
Belle
snapped. Screaming, she ran at Omega, dodging from side to side to evade his arsenal. Bullets, rockets, fire, whatever the projectile it didn't matter, none of them touched her. She leapt to the wall and pushed off to get enough height to reach his head in a flying kick, with form that even Conquering Storm would raise an eyebrow at. With full force, her foot slammed into Omega's head.
And bounced off. Omega spiked her into the floor and she lay there in a crumpled groaning heap.
When he approached to finish her off, another wooden projectile bounced off his head. Omega turned to look at the source of the interference, seeing Metal Sonic retrieving his thrown maraca.
"ARE YOU AFTER REVENGE AFTER I INTERFERED IN YOUR UPGRADES?" Omega inquired.
One maraca rattled.
*No.*
"ARE YOU HERE TO CHALLENGE ME FOR THE POSITION OF STRONGEST EGGMAN ROBOT?"
First one then both. *
Maybe.*
"ARE YOU MAD ABOUT THE PUPPET?"
Both maracas shook. *
YES.*
Metal spun both instruments by his hips like a movie gunslinger before stowing them away. The two charged and began to brawl amidst the flames. Belle went ignored by the rogue Badnik as she and Jewel supported one another out of the building, or what remained of it, then collapsed side by side.
"Omega would never go along with one of Eggman's schemes," Jewel wheezed. "I still can't trust him, but… I think we can give a ceasefire a try."
"Yayyyyyyy," Belle slurred before she passed out as the mechanical mayhem ensued around them.
-[X] Create Experimental Black Arms Containment Chamber DC??? (Collab with GUN) - Sage
Result: 1d100 (6) + 40(Eggman) + 40(Sage) + 8(Loyalty) + 29(???)
Total: 123
While GUN's lead scientist continued to assist through the same secure connection, the team that they sent on-site was nothing if not highly efficient. Within the space of an hour, they had set up a full workstation in the room assigned to the project. There was a tube meant to contain a Black Arms and several scanners meant to analyze its connection with Black Doom. They would get far more information with a live specimen.
GUN's request for a room with access to a secondary location was odd. It was simple enough to acquiesce, however, so it was done without comment.
As they were installing the machines that would be used for the initial trials, the door exploded. "Oh, here we go," the on-site leader groaned. "Sage, could you keep him busy for a minute or two? We just need move everything to the next room."
Sage agreed, but was puzzled. Normally did not non-combatants panic in the face of a clear and present danger? Even trained responders would typically show apprehension or fear, even if they were able to control the reaction. Sage internally raised the threat rating for GUN's personnel. If even backline members were able to respond so calmly to such an event, it would be more difficult to break their wills when their alliance ended.
Sage floated forward and was met with the visage of E-123 Omega. He responded with the payload of the two gatling guns that replaced his hands. Naturally, the bullets passed through her form without incident. "E-Series, unit 123, designation Omega, I am not a robot for you to compete with and my consciousness is not stored in this location. You are unable to harm me."
It did not appear that Omega was able to hear her over the sound of gunfire. Unfortunate.
Sage left her projection to continue taking up Omega's attention and manifested another in the GUN scientists' new location. Sage noted that everyone present was wearing thick headsets, with a local wireless connection.
"THANKS FOR THAT," the lead scientist shouted over the noise as they directed the reconstruction of the laboratory. "HERE, IF YOU WANT TO PATCH INTO THE LOCAL NETWORK, WE CAN TALK. PASSWORD'S TEMPER TANTRUM, NO CAPS."
Sage took the invitation. "Were you expecting Omega's attack?"
They shrugged, "Not really, but we got used to it back in GUN. We brought these along out of habit, plus another pair in case Eggman showed up. They won't really do anything for you, unfortunately. … Hey, do you know how many bullets he's used so far?"
Sage checked on her initial projection, which had stayed in place, unbothered by Omega's assault. "By the time I finish this statement, he will have fired 81,674 projectiles."
They nodded, "Almost out then. He normally does missiles next and gives up after. Well, we should be good in here. Ready to get back to it?"
(Later)
When the day's work concluded and they left, Sage found an abandoned tablet lying in a corner. When she examined it, there was a digital counter with the label 'Days since last Omega interruption.' She reset it to zero.
-[X] Rusty- Observe the Local Wildlife
Result: 1d100 (23)
Rusty Rose was not on active duty. She did not have any missions to complete, nor were there any tasks that would benefit from her assistance. So, for lack of anything better to do, instead she just… sat in one of the parks Isara had included when she had designed Egg City.
Rusty didn't know why, but she enjoyed being surrounded by greenery and it was nice when the birds approached her, seeing them fed, and hearing their song. They seemed attracted to her presence as she was surrounded by them when she heard a stomping noise. Rusty turned to see Omega approaching with signs of clear aggression.
Rusty ignored what he had to say in favor of a far more significant issue. "The birds flew away," Rusty murmured.
"OH? Y-" Two metal hands launched at Omega, one after the other. First a fist nailed him in the hip, knocking him off balance. Then an open palm slammed into his head and latched on, before retracting. Destabilized, Omega was unprepared and was helpless to resist as he was dragged across the ground. He came skidding to a halt by Rusty's feet and looked up to see that she had another punch chambered and ready.
"I LIKED the birds."
A/N: And that's a wrap. Hopefully didn't drive the joke into the ground. Might be my last omake for a while. Was working on it alongside the Pronghorn one. I have a couple other ideas, but haven't started on them. Hope y'all enjoy.
And yes, the title is a reference to Cacofonix, from Asterix and Obelix.