||Fan Fiction by Matthew Jessup
||Mega Man Legends 2, A Novelization: Chapter 6 - The Things You Said
Rock jumped up the stairs to the Flutter. Yanking the door open, he walked into the bridge.
“Hi!” Roll greeted him. “I’ve charted our course to Manda Island. It isn’t too far from here, actually.”
“Great,” Rock replied. “Anything else?”
“Well,” said Roll, looking a mite nervous. “I kind of need some money to pay for repairs that the fire caused. How much have we gotten from our digs?”
“A ton,” Rock said. “Take as much out of the accounts that you’d like.”
“Thanks, Rock!” said Roll. “OK, let’s head off to Pokte Village.”
She grabbed the steering wheel, gave it a whirl, and the Flutter left the Sulphur-Bottom’s hangar, heading towards Manda Island and the site of the first key.
Four hours later, the Flutter landed on Pokte Plains, just outside the village. Rock opened the door to see…
“Servbots!” he cried. Servbots were the adorable indestructible henchmen of the Bonne family. They were usually trying to help Tron Bonne commit some heinous crime, but they were cute, and not very good at their job. Rock didn’t like what their appearance represented, but he enjoyed playing with them.
“D-don’t come any closer!’ one said in his squeaky voice. “You’ll have to go through me if you want to go to the village! If you knock us down, we‘ll stay down! No, wait, that‘s not right…”
Rock dove at the one speaking, who shrieked and ran around in a circle. Rock grabbed him and gave him a hug. Dropping him, Rock ran to the next one.
“Where is your leader?” he asked, pointing at the Servbot.
“Miss Tron?” it squeaked. “Well, she’s, uh, certainly not in the village! Nosirree, not there!”
“Thanks!” said Rock. He kicked the Servbot, which flew ten feet, stood up, and ran away crying.
Snickering, Rock walked up to the village gate. He grabbed a handle and walked in.
Hidden in the outskirts of the village, Tron Bonne sat in her giant crab robot.
“The blue boy is here, Miss Tron!” radioed a Servbot from a ship high in the sky.
“You’ve got the electronic jammer set up, right?” she asked.
“Yes Miss Tron!”
“All righty then. Let’s have some fun…”
As Rock wandered to the center of the village, a giant crab robot burst through the trees and fences in front of him.
“Long time no see, Rock!” a familiar voice boomed from the loudspeakers.
“Tron!” said Rock, but he wasn’t exactly surprised.
“You remember me!” squealed Tron. “I’m honored. I remember you, of course. You‘re looking as good as ever. Well, as good as you can with how that good-for-nothing blonde treats you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Rock.
“I ran into Miss Blondie recently, and she told me all sorts of things. Did you know she’s actually happy she doesn’t have to go out on digs with you? She gets to sit back and relax in that cushy ship of yours, while you run around and get shot at. Do you really think that’s fair?”
“Well, uh, I-”
“But wait, there’s more!” Tron continued in her best Billy Mays impression. “Haven’t you ever noticed that she’s keeping some of the money you give her for upgrades and repairs for herself? You don’t really think things are all that expensive, do you? She’s skimming off the top, and you don’t even notice!”
“God, you are so thick! When I was talking to her, she was showing off all the fancy things she bought with all te money she stole from the accounts!”
“No! Roll would never say anything like that!” yelled Rock.
“How can you be so sure?” asked Tron, slyly. “You can‘t judge a book by its cover, you know. She may appear sweet and innocent, but how do you know what she‘s really like?“
Inside her robot, she had grabbed a separate microphone from under the dash.
“It’s true, Rock,” Roll’s voice suddenly came over Rock’s headset. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out about it…”
“What?!” Rock gasped. “Roll?”
“I guess it’s too late now,” Roll continued. “Don’t bother coming home. You can just partner up with Tron.”
Rock was getting more and more hurt and confused.
“You really don’t care if I have him?” asked Tron.
“No, go ahead and take him,” Roll said.
“All right!” exclaimed Tron. “Just wait until I get through with him…”
And the crab bot pounced. Rock rolled to one side, barely avoiding it. The crab’s pincers lunged towards Rock as he blasted away.
“Stop shooting at her, Rock!” said Roll’s voice in his ear.
“Huh?” Rock looked around and lowered his gun. “Stop shooting? But-”
He was interrupted as the pincer smacked into him, sending him flying backwards. Tron laughed.
“Don’t look at that!” said Roll’s voice.
Look at what? Rock thought to himself. Instinctively, he glanced around, diving behind a house as a bomb whistled past him.
The crab bot stomped closer and closer, firing a spray of bullets that struck the house Rock was hiding behind. It went up in flames.
Rock dashed nearer to the crab bot and jumped on a pincer as Roll’s voice echoed in his ears.
He climbed, ignoring the voice.
“The ship is sinking!”
A bomb sailed past his ear.
“Don’t call her names!”
Rock contorted his body to avoid getting shot.
“Put that thing down, you’ll blast an eye out!”
He aimed his gun and fired at a gun that had emerged from the other arm.
“Don’t forget to pick up some milk on the way home!”
Slowly, he continued to climb.
“I hate you, Rock!”
Rock’s eyes swam with tears as his head pounded. He made it to the top of the robot, and the crab bot shook violently, fruitlessly trying to dislodge Rock.
As he stood there, a pincer flew towards him from above. Rock tried shooting it with his buster, but to no avail. It flew past him, wind whistling in his ears. Rock fired again, but the pincer remained undamaged. It was when the pincer flew into the air again that he got an idea.
Rock stood still, watching the pincer closely. It plunged downwards. Rock waited until it was almost on top of him before dodging to his right. The pincer smashed into the crab bot, tearing its insides out and completely destroying itself.
Rock ran as fast as he could away from the carcass, which exploded, sending shrapnel all over the village.
“Miss Tron!” squeaked a Servbot.
The forlorn form of Tron sat, huddled in the wreckage.
Roll’s voice once again came over Rock’s headset. However, it sounded different, warmer.
“Roll?” asked Rock.
“Finally!” exclaimed Roll. “I couldn’t get to you for almost twenty minutes! The transmission was blocked, somehow.”
“Yeah, I knew you’d never say things like that,” said Rock, relief audible in his voice.
“Huh?” asked Roll. “Things like what?”
“Oh…never mind,” sighed Rock. He smiled as Roll informed him that she was making pizza for dinner. He walked off, conversing with her.
“Miss Tron,” squeaked a Servbot, sadly. “Are you OK?”
“It was a good plan,” said another, coming down in a ship, “but their faith in each other cannot be broken.”
Tron sat in the wreckage, face buried in her hands.
“Look at him,” she spat, tears streaming down her face. “Look at them, talking like they don’t have a care in the world. Making a fool of me again, you little-”
She stood up, and got inside the ship piloted by the Servbots. Rock stared at her.
“Is there something wrong, Rock?” asked Roll.
“Wha-? Oh, nothing,” replied Rock, as the ship took off into the blue.