Final Day

New England

The oldest of all the regions in the United States, New England is perhaps the area that is the greatest mixture of old and new. Bristling with the most MegaCities of any region in North America, New England MegaCities are an odd combination of advanced superstructures and ancient, carefully preserved historic buildings and monuments. Long standing traditions, such as the Statue of Liberty in New York City, the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, and an entire section of historic Boston, all remain as they have for centuries. Much of what was once suburban land, however, has been absorbed into the MegaCities and developed into what is now the large super-structures and modern buildings. A few wildlife parks are scattered between the vast cities, but most of the landscape has been absorbed into the cities. To the east, the fierce Atlantic Ocean extends out beyond the horizon.

This War... The Robot War... The Robot Wars... they have continued on for many, many years... and much of the world has felt it's touch. Today... is a day that shall live forever... Today... is what may be the Final Day.

Cities and Nations have fallen at the hands of the Robot Masters and the Mavericks... Humans Die... Robots Die... Millions die... Wily fights for his ideals... Sigma for his people... both deluded, insane monsters in truth.

A short time ago... The Mavericks at last met the Robot Masters in an all out war. The Mavericks Lost. This is an Alternate Future amoung many... an Alternate Reality.

Wily... self proclaimed Emperror of the World... at last has come to one of the final bastions of safety... New England. Here... the Repliforce has held. Here... in people are still free. Here... is where a penultimate battle will be fought.

Here... where the Country of the United States was born... shall the World be Won or Lost.

Both sides have massive forces arrayed against one another... both sides fight feircely... the Mavericks having been Leashed and Tamed before the might of Wily.

This battle revolves now... war apon every front... and The General holds them back. He alone strides a battlefield like a god, defending his land, home, and people.

No one can match his power... No single creation has stood before him. Not yet...

Wily has pulled out the final Stop... and comes himself... within the body of his Ultimate Weapon. The thing that could be a match for the General himself.

The Wily Dragon.

And no man can say... who shall emerge... Victorious...

In the distance, war is waged. Battles are fought. People die. Numbers - only numbers. To many, they see '40,000 dead' flash across their screen. Hopes, dreams and amibitions -- Numbers. They scream out as they die, calling upon God, friends and anybody else that could possibly bring salvation unto them. None come, for they die alone. It is admist these terrible cries that the ground heaves. Tremors shake the ground to its very foundation, a harbinger of the terrible wrath coming forth. Verily it comes, emerging clearly from the remnants of New York in the distance. The tremors grow. The shaking intensifies. An omnipotent tower of gold appears.

The General, seeking vengeance for all of those lost in war, finally makes his presence known upon this ashen battlefield. A testament to the words of General Sherman: "War is hell." His massive fists are clenched in a rage not felt within his soul for quite sometime. His eyes are narrowed, staring omniously into the distance. He approaches swiftly for one his size, focus completely upon the WilyDragon that dares to threaten the land he loves so dear. The odds are against him, surely ...

...But he has come too far and seen too many men die to stand down now...

Coming to a shuddering halt not far from the Dragon's trajectory, the deep voice of the General rumbles out across the landscape, "Dr. Albert Wily! You...Who have taken from Man the right to live in peace now *DARE* to come before me now? I have been merciful in the past, but you have stepped clear over the fine line. An end must be brought to this mindless chaos. If it shall be by me, so be it! But if not, then Providence shall provide another. You...Will come no further. This city will not fall while I live!" Rearing back his arms, a faint hum can be heard as he begins to power up. The rumbling shockwaves of his voice

slowly subside as the concentrating energy overcomes it in volume. Then, moments later, his left arm

thrusts forward.

A beam of energy lances forth from it, sailing toward the WilyDragon.

In the Distance... the Sky is Red with distant fires and black with smoke. Along the ground... rank apon rank strides... Robot Masters all. From Hardhats, to Joes, to the Commanders themselves... they march for New York City. Against them is set tide apon tide of heroes. Repliforce. Hunters. Civvilians who raise weapons to the cause of hope.

Above the Robot Masters... a creature flies... a creature out of Legend... Myth... Fantasy... and Nightmare. A Dragon. A Dragon of Steel and Wire... not Bone and Sinue... The Wily Dragon has changed during this war... It was a first almost a Cartoonish example of Power... now... it is a Monster. It's look is darker... it's wings now massive... claws capable of rending steel. The Dragon's eyes... black and red... gaze out over the Carnage of the War.

With it rests... apon a tilted table... held in place by restraints with a special helm attached on his head... is the one who started it all. The one who caused this Death... Destruction... and Pain... an old... old man... Dr. Albert William Wily. His mind... The Dragon's mind... are One. They have been for a long, long time now... He has never left the Dragon's body and his body is near wasted away... while the Dragon flourishes.

The Dragon soars there... an instrament of death. The massive head turns... it's attention caught. Gold. Massive and Immense. It's opposite. The General. It watches as he comes out amoung his troops... watches... and listens to his words. The Dragon/Wily's only responce... is to curl it's 'lips' back over it's teeth. The Dragon then narrows his eyes... even as the Deadly Blast of the General flies... and it banks and veers through the air to avoid it! Then a voice... Wily's Voice... The Dragon's Voice... Their Voice... resounds acrost the battlefeild in reply.

"GENERAL! You who took me prisoner... you who captured me and beat me down so often... At last it has come to this. I /DARE/ because IT IS MY RIGHT! I /DARE/ because it is my Destiny! The Line is Crossed! The Path Clear! The End comes... but it is of /MY/ Choosing! You die today, General... Die for your cause... Die for your Dream... Die... and be BURIED! Your Terms for Entering this City... are Acceptable! LET THIS END WITH US!"

The Dragon /ROARS/! And then... Dives... It flies for the General... streaking through the Sky. In that Roar was a command to his minions... This Fight is not theirs. This Fight... is between the General... And the Dragon.

Time Turns... And in many boundless ways... can different things occur. This is an Alternate Future. An Alternate End. And so... the Battle Begins!!!

From the eyes of the Dragon... twin beams launch! The Beams of searing pain flying for... the General!

General closes his eyes as the blast strikes him, but he moves not. Nay, the golden fortress of hope stands valiant despite the blow from the WilyDragon. The monster that houses Dr. Wily himself now. Houses?

Hardly. Consumes him. The fists remain clenched, lowering to either side now as the General seems to murmer a silent prayer. The light is dim, but still shines on. The Repliforce, Hunter and Civilian troops battle fiercely against the onslaught of the Robot Masters. Through this, General's eyes open slowly. He watches with a sadness in his eyes. Both sides feel the sting of loss as their men are mowed down bit by bit. Morale remains high, however. The forces of good battle not only for their home, but their right to live. Knowing this, General raises his gaze to the demonic form of the Dragon.

"Your.../Right/? Are you so very much a fool, Wily? What you speak is sheer madness. I cannot and shall not kill you ... But I will, by God's good Grace, end this senseless conflict. You shall advance no further than thus!" As he yet speaks, his immense arms swing high into the air. The fists interlock, body rearing back as all of his strength is channeled. The Dragon nears in its plummeting descent, General's eyes narrowed and focused upon his next action. Shots fly. The cries. The screams. The sound of charges. The locked fists are swung downward when Wily's creation comes within range. The air shatters, annihilated by the sheer force of the swing.

Admist the battle, though, a flag waves. No longer the simple Repliforce insignia. The American Flag, carried by one valiant Repliforce soldier, waves unhindered in the wind. The final country left to fall before Dr. Wily, as shown by the concentration of Hunters, Repliforce and Civilian troops. Truly, this is the final conflict.

o/~ 'Cause the Flag still stands for freedom, and they can't take that away ... o/~

The Dragon watches, it's maw curled into a rictus sneer... it's metalic, serrated teeth glimmering in the light of the setting sun. Battle rages. Robot Master and Maverick Enslaved versus Hunter, Repliforce, and Civilian. The light glitters off the crimson and black scales of armor now adorning the Dragon... as it's blast Strikes... it's roar resounds over the battlefield! The Dragon flies foward, intent on tearing the General limb from robotic limb... but it is met by his words, and more potently, his /massive/ fists as they descend apon it's back! It litteraly stops dead in flight and slams down into the earth... growling in utter /RAGE/. Wily's Rage. The Dragon's Rage. Their Rage. Their... Insanity.

A massive space has been cleared around the Two mammoth combatants... No one withing to get caught in the titanic struggle of forces... the Dragon's wings flare up and then beat down, prepelling the Dragon up and back, out of the reach of the General.

The Voice. The Combined voice once again rises from the Dragon in reply. "Madness?! Hardly... /TRUTH!/ Only I could see. Only I could ever see. I warned him... I warned Thomas! I told him how dangerous it was! But no! He didnt listen! Man and Machine are ment to Co-exist... work together... not one for the other as it would be... or Evolution... Life itself would End! When I rule... I will make this world a /PARADISE/, General! Admit it! I am right! "

The Dragon /ROARS/! "The Robot Wars are OVER! YOU'VE LOST!"

Wily doesnt notice the Flag. The Symbol. All he cares about... is General. And thus he flies foward, Claws extended... he will /REND/ the Golden One with his own four CLAWS!

General brings an arm up swiftly to counter the blow set against him. The claws slash deep into the armor, sparks and useless debris surging all about the battlefield. Shards of blue armor crash against the ground. Dust springs high into the air from the impacts, but the General flinches not. He makes no move, only stands there. Slowly, however, the arm lowers to join its brother at his side. The shadows dance across his face and golden armor from the nearby fighting, eyes surprisingly calm now. He knows well the risk of battling Wily single handedly, but it hardly matters now. His army needs an edge - if his sacrifice brings it, then so be it.

Rearing both arms upward now, General bows his head. The visor of his hat consumes his eyes in darkness, the fists held high in the air. Electricity crackles about them, forewarning the actions soon to come. To himself, the General murmers, "Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my fingers to fight and my hands to war. Amen." The field encompassing his fists grows steadily. Electricity lances from the ground, blue energy focusing clearly in the sky. Some of the combatants look up, pointing with awe. Others continue their fighting, set upon letting nothing distract them.

Finally, after perhaps a minute or so of this charging, General suddenly raises his gaze. The shadows lift from his eyes, revealing their cold state of existence. The calm has yet to break, but the Repliforce Commander has been consumed in determination. A shockwave suddenly explodes outward from his fists, surging around in a rush toward the demonic form of the Dragon.

The Dragon gives a mammoth roar as it's claws sink into the body of General, it's eyes dancing with lust for the Kill. Deep within the Dragon... the gaunt... immaciated form of Wily rests... a weak smile on his lips. His mind and the Dragon's are one. Insanity and Boundless Rage and the capacity to Destroy. The Dragon's wings beat heavily, maintaining it's position, battering and buffeting General with wind and raking his armor with rending talons. The Dragon's Voice. Wily's Voice. Their Voice. It rises again, maniacle, hate filled, and gleeful. "YOU'VE LOST GENERAL! THE ROBOT WARS... ARE FINISHED!"

But now... The Golden Behemoth moves to his own attack... the Dragon pumping it's wings back, trying to escape. The voice, the murmur of the General goes unheard as the General builds his massive waves of energy within himself... the Dragon strambling back for purchase to dodge... but no. It is to late. The EMP Surge Strikes the Dragon and rushes through it, causing it to give a /SCREAM/ of pain! And with it... it falls... hiting the ground in the massive open space made for the two Titanic beings... the Doctor whose mind is now almost completely at one with the Dragon's is as well stunned... only a groan rising from him as the Dragon lays there.

General slowly lowers his arms once the crackling energy subsides. He seems weak for the moment, but regathers his strength steadily. Rearing himself back to full height, General begins to approach the downed form of the WilyDragon. He almost seems to pity the still creature, but that hardly appears to be the case. He who has brought so much hatred and suffering to this planet ... It cannot be allowed to continue! The ground shudders beneath the steps of the Repliforce Commander, the warriors in the distance knowing well that the titan is on the move. Something has happened - something *must* have happened. That shockwave could be viewed for miles, most likely. Its remnants still crackle idly in the air, perfectly harmless.

Once General reaches the WilyDragon, his gaze descends. He stares at it quietly, features lost behind his mouth guard. His voice filters out, however, admist the darkness of the facial unit, "Wily ... Once a man of promise to my understanding. Pity that you fell so very far. I know not what awaits you in the end, but if Providence be willing, your life will be spared. But this creature.." He shakes his head, an immense leg rearing high into the air, "...It must never rise again!"

Thus spoken, it slams downward, aiming clear away from where Wily himself resides within it. The impact sends shockwaves through the ground, cracking it in several places admist the sheer fury.

The Dragon lays there... even as the massive boot falls for it. It's head sturs... Dragon and Doctor awakening and sturring... but no. It is to late. The Generals foot... falls. It slams hard into the lower back of the Dragon where it lays... causing it and the Doctor within to /SCREAM/ in pain!

The Doctor's Voice. The Dragon's Voice. Their Voice. It rises in a mingles cresendo... roaring in rage and anger. "NO! I WILL NOT BE BEATEN! NOT BE YOU... NOR ANYONE!"

The Voice is loud enough to carry about for as many miles as the shockwave. And below, beyond, and around the two titans, Battle rages. Robot Masters and Enslaved Maverick do battle with Hunters, Repliforcers, and commen men and women who are willing to die for their freedom. People gawk and stare at the battle. The Battle that will decide their Fate. Whoever falls in this... will too be end downfall of Their Side. Freedom versus Madness. Hope versus Dispare. Hate versus Joy. Life versus Death. Robot Masters and Enslaved Mavericks point and cry battle cries for their Master. Heroes rally for the General and cheer him onwards.

The Wily Dragon rears up, flexing it's body and yanking the much transmogrified head on it's long, sinuous neck around and for the General. It's maw opens wide. Then... in it's depths... a red glow builds.

The Atomic Core of the Dragon rumbles as it fueles the Dragon, it's body where it was stomped apon dented and torn... a normal creature's back would have been broken by that attack.

But the Dragon is no normal creature. It is a creation of power, destruction, and evil. And it now shows /why/ it is a Dragon. Flame from that maw /ROILS/ out... flying for the General!

General takes a firm step back as the flames wash over him, but yet he makes no outcry. Instead, he digs himself into the ground and stands valiant against the inferno. Once it subsides, his entire frame smokes. Some of the armor has melted off, but most if remains solid and intact. He had swung up his arms to brace against the attack, thus allowing a great deal of his body to be saved. Most of the smoke billows forth from them, each being lowered in a slow fashion. He seems alright, for the most part, and far from being taken down.

"You...Cannot accept defeat, Wily. Thus, you fail. To grow, learn and evolve, we all must fail. You have not given yourself this chance, always desiring to flee. Wars have been won in the face of defeat. I will take this to the end, Dr. Albert Wily. My honor shall not be sacrificed!" With the heavy sound of panels shifting, his fists are trained upon the WilyDragon afar off. Thrusters ignite as the pair explode outward from him, a blue ion trail marking their path.

The Dragon beats it's massive wings as soon as the Flames launch from it's maw... leaping up and into the Sky once more. It's Domain. The Dragon's scale covered body shimmers in the light of the setting sun... the sky begining to turn a blood red... the War raging all around the two collossal champions. No side is holding sway... not yet. Not untill the Titans fall. The Dragon looks down at his Handyword... the Dragon and Wily's minds... one chaotic mass of rage and insanity... The Dragon can only smile it's terrible smile.

The Dragon then narrows his eyes as General lowers his arms and speaks once again unto him. Replying in nothing but a Roar of Unbridaled Rage. Wily... the Dragon... Together are something worse then the sum of their whole. They are a thing... mad.

The Dragon then opens it's maw... once again about to send a massive burst of flame down for the Golden Goliath... untill the two massive, Thruster powered fists fly foward fot it! It's eyes open wide in rage and it tries to dodge and swerve... but to no use. They Fists match their coarse for the Dragon and /slam/ into it's side, sending it spralling down out of the sky only /barely/ able to catch itself from slaming to the earth once more. The Dragon turns and banks, it's eyes narrows.

The Dragon's Voice. Wily's Voice. Their Voice. Once more again the Terrible Amalgamation speaks, filled with venom. "General... Your words are as empty as your power! /I/ am the true force here! /I/ am the Ultimate End! /I/ /WILL/ /RULE!/"

The Dragon then /dives/ for the General. It's maw is agape... Serrated Teeth glittering. It's head draws back and it moves to bodily slam into the General, and close it's maw apon his head. It's terrible cry resounding for all to hear.

As the Dragon soars toward him, the General swings his massive arm up once it reattaches. This occurs just in time for the jaws to close around it instead, though the damage done still has its impact. He almost cringes now, but seems hard set to fight against it. Struggling, General rumbles out while ripping his arm free with a shower of armor and sparks, "While I yet live, Wily ... You shall never attain your goals. If I must die, then I *will* take you with me. With our deaths shall freedom come for all of Mankind. May Providence have mercy on your soul." Eyes narrowing, the General takes a massive step back.

To himself, he murmers off a transmission. It flows over the battlefield, reaching every unit fighting for the salvation of their race. Human and Reploid alike lift their heads, nod and begin to retreat back into the city. The battle flows into it, but such is the desire of General. Nodding his head once to the sight, the Repliforce Commander refocuses upon the task at hand. Both arms are raised once more, a gentle hum growing from their depths. Then, with only that as a warning, the result comes.

Twin beams lance forth from his arms, surging toward the demonic abomination of technology.

The Dragon roars and gnaw at the massive arm in it's maw... Serrated, armor peircing teeth leaving /deep/ gouges. Talons Scrabble for Purchase... it's back feet planted heavily aponm the earth. The Dragon and

General gazing eye to eye. The Reptillian eyes narrowing into slits... listening to General's words. The Dragon is /WRENCHED/ from the General as he steps back... tearing off a massive gouges of armor. The Dragon litteraly chews them up... and swallows the General's armored flesh.

The Dragon's head turns... watching... it's eyes narrowing as a retriet is called... then... the dragon /ROARS/ himself. It unleashes commands of his own... not to Retreat... but to Advance. The Robot Master and Enslaved Mavericks fight foward with the retreating onslaught.

Deep within the Dragon... Fires... begin to build.

The Dragon's head turns... droping down to all four taloned legs to /ROAR/ defiance at the General... then the Dragon is struck by the Blast... staggering and being shoved back a good length of a football feild by them. The Dragon shakes it's massive head... rolling up and onto it's four feet once more.

The Dragon's Voice. Wily's Voice. Their Voice. Together they ride in a maddening cresendo of laughter... and the Dragon /SPRINGS/ into the sky! "HMUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I AM... VICTOURIOUS... IT'S TIME TO END THIS CHARADE! TIME FOR THE FINAL BLOW! KNOW THIS, GENERAL... YOU /SHALL/ NOT LIVE! THOSE TERM... ARE ACCEPTABLE! AND NO! I WILL LIVE FOREVER, GENERAL! THE WORLD... IS MINE!!!"

The Dragon hovers there... as the Fires ignite deep within itself. The Maw of the Dragon... opens... and Red Light begins to build within. Atomic Reactors shunt into Overdrive. The Dragon... Pauses... even as it's massive... Final... Devastating Weapon... begins to Charge.

The Atomic Fire...

The Atomic Blast...

General narrows his eyes as Wily begins to speak. The laughter, the words, the confidence ... It all registers deep within General's mind. Slowly, he turns to watch the retreating forces battle with the advancing. The city is filled with the sounds of battle. Outcries, blasts and explosions. Blood spills, lives are lost. All of the noise flows steadily over the horrific battlefield, reaching the battered Repliforce Commander. And then, admist all of the chaos and destruction, the General performs his final act of defiance.

He smiles.

A prayer of protection is murmered softly for those still fighting, his voice deep and surprisingly calm,

"May your hand always be upon them, that victory may reign this day. May the fighting end, the arms be laid down. May peace truly encompass your creation. Amen." Now rearing his form to full stance, General turns to face the WilyDragon in the air. His voice roars out now in response to the demon, "Very well... To the end of it all, Dr. Wily! May the generations that come after us learn from our foolishness!"

As he speaks, energy begins to flow all around him. Sniplets and sparks whirl around his arms and body, slowly beginning to concentrate. He bows his head, the shadows from his visor consuming his tired eyes. Nothing further is said from the valiant warrior. The end draws nigh.

The Dragon hovers there for an instant then it backbeats, maintaining it's position in the air. The massive, serrated tooth-filled jaws opens wider, wider, and wider. They dislocate like a snake, the upper and lower jaws of the Dragon filled with Energy Amplifiers. Before that open maw... a massive sphere of energy begins to grow. Larger and larger... Red Light filling the battlefield from it and around the Titanic Dragon, giving it an even more surreal cast.

The Dragon... and the Doctor within... Mad now... their only concern is Destroying this Final Enemy. The very air about the Dragon begins to Superheat and ripple. If the Doctor was himself again... he may know the futility and the danger of what he is doing. And what the General is doing to counter. But he isnt... he is a Madman locked in a Mad Embrace with a Bestial, Savage Mind as insane as his own. The Dragon's only responce... is to /ROAR/. The Roar resounds... deep and rumbling.

The Heroes have escaped back into the walls of the city, being chased by the Rank apon Rank of Robot Master and Maverick Enslaves forces, some of the latter turning back to simply stare. Then they turn tail, and run for their lives.

The End. The Atomic Reactors Charge... The Atomic Blast nearing Critical Mass. The Doctor within, consumed in his own mind and laughing madly. Thus... is Madness shown to be the true enemy. Deep within the Doctor, something cowers and whimpers... but... unable to do anything to get away from his own mad fate.

The entire area is clear now. An abandoned wasteland occupied by two titans. Titans which wield enough power to obliterate entire cities if they so desire. Never before has there been a need for such power, but that time has finally come. The General was given his arsenal to protect the free world. Now, in this final hour, he calls upon it for one last stand. The generals of the past look down upon him now, perhaps smiling. Perhaps applauding. Their cheers reach him not, however, in this moment of personal sacrifice.

The ground below him begins to tremble under the sheer power that is concentrating about him. His eyes narrow steadily, energy racing about him in waves, ripples and electricity. An aura of blue blazes about him, rock and grass being melted away. In his weakened state, his armor cracks in several places. The wind picks up, altered by the events taking place.

Yet, through all of this, the General seems to remain perfectly calm and measured. He does not fear death, nor the outcome of his upcoming act. He shall do what he must to preserve this world. Thus, this weapon is called upon. His last ounce of strength and power.

The Apocalypse Cannon.

The Atomic Blast.

The Apocalypse Cannon.

Evil.

Good.

Hate.

Joy.

Despair.

...Hope.

Red light surrounds the Dragon... Blue light and energy surrounding the General. Power to obliterate entire cities from the map in two seperate beings, about to become one.

The Dragon... laughs... deep... rumbling... resounding. Hate is in that laugh. Pain is in that Laugh. Triumph is in it. And deep within the Dragon... the Doctor writhes. Deep within him, sanity fights to try and escape, try and flee, tries and fails. Then it does all it can. Tears slide down Wily's cheeks... and a single word is whispered... in german and filled with sadness and loss. "-Mutter-..."

The Dragon's head is almost at the point of Melting with the energy gathered before it. The Ball of Atomic Flame roiling before him. Then... Red light expanding... and a head on a snakelike neck snapping back. It fires. A beam of raw, unbridled Atomic Fury /LANCES/ for the General... this scene replayed over and over from many angles... and will in the history tapes. The Final End.

The Atomic Fire.

As the web of energy and power condenses to its final state about him, the General suddenly rears back. His body is consumed entirely with blue light, exploding outward with enough force to annihilate everything that it graces. His golden form is lost in the explosion, unseen to any that would behold it. The power, however, seems to focus more toward the WilyDragon than the general area. The ground is torn toward it as it lances toward the beast. To those that witness it, the End has truly come. The Apocalypse Cannon has unleashed its holy vengeance upon the mad doctor. Perhaps history shall retell these events in the future. The valiant struggle between the world's greatest powers.

Rock. Sigma. General. Wily. Bass.

What lies questioned, however, is in the wake of this oncoming destruction - will the inhabitants of this Planet ever truly see past their differences and forge a permenant peace? May it be so, lest these sacrifices be in vain.

The shadows are blown back from the landscape, the light blinding. A solid beam of blue and black energy races upward at the WilyDragon. Though it took a great deal of effort and concentration, General has managed to condense the Cannon's potential into a solid beam. A beam destined to put an end to this bloody conflict once and for all. He still seems to be smiling around his mouth guard, head bowing into the light.

"Thy will be done."

The Atomic Blast and Apocalypse Cannon are launched at one another makers... Beam of Red and Beam of Blue.

Together, they impact as one.

The Explosion that is caused... is larger then any set down in recorded history. Red meets Blue. Blue meets Red. Together... they explode in a blinding flare of White.

It expands. All is silent for an instant... then a roar to deafen any ear resounds. A flash to blind any eye. It flies out... and eclipses both the General and the Wily Dragon. Together... They are Consumed.

That day... Good and Evil fought. That day. Good Triumphed... at the cost of it's own existance.

Nearly a 70 percent of the Robot Masters and Enslaved Mavericks still racing away or into the city were

also consumed by that Nova-white Blast. It roils over them. Consuming. Igniting. Obliterating. The Hunters, Repliforcers, and Civilians turns their eyes and cover their ears... and when it is over... nearly all of Wily's Army... save those who escape within the city... are dead. The Heroes rise... and with tears in their eyes... they fight! It continues on for only a matter of minutes. Wily's Army, leaderless... fall under the onslaught.

As for the two... The Dragon and The General...

The Dragon... or what remains of it... falls to the earth with a resounding crash... the 'skull' of the Dragon rolling down and into the center of the crater formed by the devistation. Within the Dragon's hulk... The Doctor's death was quick.

Nothing remains... Wily... is dead.

The General lies fallen as well, devastated by the combined force of that blast. He rises not to stand recieve the cheers. The war has been won, but at a great price. It cost the General his life. His remains lay deep within the crater forged from the impact. The site of what will be, in the future, Freedom Lake. A beautiful memorial to the sacrifice made that day years ago. A golden statue of the General rests at its center, his battered frame buried at its very bottom. And thus, the war ended. The grand conflict came to a close and the curtain fell upon the shattered Earth, leaving its children to rebuild their former glory.

o/~ And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free! And I won't forget the men who , who gave that right to me! And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today ... 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land, God Bless the USA! o/~