(Ch. A [THE-MASTER]) Dr. Wily transmits: 'All my Robot Masters, please show up at the teleporter! We are beginning the
dawn of a new AGE! BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!'.

(Ch. A [Goldenrod]) Enker transmits: '...Yes sir...'.

Skull Fortress - Teleportation Chamber

Rows of tall teleportation capsules line the walls, each clearly labeled with a detination. A few are labeled 'Custom
Location' instead of with a city name.

Enker [RM] Bomb Man [RM]
Quick Man [RM] Dr. Wily [RM]

Quick Man saunters on in, chewing on what appears to be a large piece of green styrafoam.

Bass enters the teleportation room not too long after Wily's summons, frowning openly. -He- knows what this is all about,
and frankly isn't all that hyped up on it right about now. But.....the old man does what he wants so this Dark Knight
merely ascends the stairs leading to the chamber level, and moves off not too far from Wily himself, crossing his arms over
his chest.

Dr. Wily stands by a load of machinery, smiling darkly. "Ah, good my Robot Masters," he says, his smile turning feral,
mustache curling as he gleams evilly at his minions of death and destruction. "I'm so glad you all could make it ...to the
unveiling of the future!" Wily gestures with his dreaded Wily Cane towards the bank of computers and machinery. "Do you
know what this is...," he says, gesturing with his cane until it levels at someone who doesn't really seem to be paying
attention. "Quick Man?" he says, his eyes narrowing a bit.

Quick Man looks up, and rapidly hides the chunk of foam behind his back. "Mrrrf, Mrock?" His mouth, however, is still full
of.. whatever the heck he's been gnawing on. "Frmmthr. <swallow> Got it."

Enker arrives from the Main Entrance, his walk brisk and his head held high to answer the call of his Master. Tired eyes
and attitude have vanished, the elite taken up a new resolve, and though he still holds that infernal datapad in one hand
and the Mirror Buster in the other, the armor that has seen warn in the past few days new retains its glint and his face
refrains the proffesional look of soldier, fighter, mover, shaker, planner, and leader. He bows low to Wily, sweping the
arm holding the datapad across his midsection as he does, and then raises.

Bass taps his fingers rhythmitically along his arms, staring towards the banks of machinery for a few seconds, before
tilting his gaze back to the teleporters themselves. After the three Rocks, and the two that he saw not that long ago, he
has -no- idea what to expect is going to come through there right now. But he takes note to make a quick step to the side,
perhaps for a bit clearer of a view, or a shooting angle.

Dr. Wily shakes his head and rushes towards Quick Man and CRACKS his cane over the head of his Scarlet Speedster. "PAY
ATTENTION!" he says, and rushes back over towards his nice big pile of pretty lights and buttons. "Ah-HEM," he continues,
"In order for you to comprehend, I shall have E.R.W.I.N. explain my brilliant plan to you....E.R.W.I.N.?" Wily steps aside
and a voice comes on over the intercom.

"Thanks Doc," Erwin says, "Anyways, what Doc Wily's brilliant plan is to open up that dimensional rift like he did in San
Angeles. He's either hoping of helping his past self conquer the past with the power he has today, or hopes to draw
something from the past that might prove to be more valuable...like ol' finhead here..."

Dr. Wily non-chalantly whacks a computer terminal with his cane, then give Bass a 'no-no' look.

"OW! I mean, uh, anyway without further ado, let us start the Doc's brilliant plan by opening the portal..."

And with that, the teleporters come online, crackling with energy as they do so. The 'porters reach fullpower, but
instead of snapping off instantly after a teleport sequence, they remain on, humming with power...oooooh, pretty lights...

Dr. Wily waves his mighty cane at the portal! "AND NOW! THE PAST IS MINE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bass narrows his eyes just a bit, though he lets it slide. Seems like discipline is finally taking hold once again. He
tilts his glare towards the display of lights and sound, arching an eyebrow. Even through all his hesitation from before,
he's perhaps just a little bit curious about just -what- might happen right about now.

Quick Man, having not been present for the last time this happened, doesn't really notice much besides the 'porter being
weird. But the Doc was messing with it, so that's not unexpected. Quick has better things to do, like rub the lil' bump on
his head.

Bomb Man whistles. "Wow . . ."

Quint-Sakugarne has arrived.
Protoman has arrived.

As the modifications are completed, nothing seems to happen for a long while, until a couple of regular civlians pop
through and walk out. For a few moments longer, nothing happens, as a vein on Wily's forehead can visibly seen to almost
pop out of frustration due to nothing working. Suddenly, the teleporters begin to spark and a large explosion occurs. As
the cloud settle, the forms of Protoman and Quint stand there. They don't look any different, and as such, one wouldn't
assume they were different, at least not by looks alone.

Enker raises an eyebrow to the scene as the teleporters spring to life, wondering what it is the Doc intends to do, and if
someone is going to be shoved in. Hopefully not him. Enker is a bit skeptical, having his own idea about what exactly is
going on, and his manner reflects that. Not a word or gesture is given to the others as Enker waits and watches for
someone's dreams to come true and step out of the modified teleporters. What could the Doc be after? And suddenly it
explosed, and Enker cannot see through the smoke...

Quick Man immediately goes for his Wing Boomerang. *Blues* just teleported in, only a few feet from the Doc. And while the
Hunter's obviously as good as toast, he could easilly hurt the Doc. "Hunter! Down!"

Bass blinks in suprise at the explosion. Well -that- didn't happen last time, and he raises his right arm over his face to
shield it, having been in rather close proximety to it all at the moment. With a slight snarl, he tries to clear the spots
in his eyes at the flash, having been looking directly at it at the time. o O (I KNEW something would happen!)

Bomb Man spins back, a bomb appearing in his hand. He doesn't throw yet though . . . something about this is a little to
surreal for him to rely on his instincts. "Doctor Wily, sir . . . what the heck's going on?"

Enker's reaction is essentially the same as Quick Man's as the smoke clears, after a bit. From his vantage view the first
thing he sees is... Quint. Of all the Robot Masters that Wily could possibly have cloned, of all the things he could have
brought, there's Quint. Enker bairly has time to roll his eyes however before the form of Blues becomes apparent to him,
and he grasps his Mirror Buster with both hands, lowering it to the Hunter, the tip glowing brightly with purple energy and
flickering illumination falling on its holder.

Quint-Sakugarne's form appears from the smoke, standing right next to Protoman. Taking one step forward, he looks over the
group that is gathered around to watch their arival. As Quick Man speaks, Quint stares right at the familiar looking Robot
Master and says quite bluntly. "What the hell is a Hunter?"

As the smoke clears from the familiar form of Protoman, his stance goes rigid as he turns his visored face slowly to peer
at the assembly. His mouth, the only visible expressive part of his face, twists in an ironic smile. His telltale yellow
scarf flutters briefly in the concussion blast and falls back limply to his side. A bitter chuckle escapes his lips, "A
hunter? Perhaps. But far from down." His arm lifts nonchalantly, forming into his Megabuster cannon. "I want answers. Now."

Bomb Man narrows his eyes, remaning motionless . . . the bomb in his hand able to be thrown with a quick motion at any
time.

Dr. Wily rubs his hands, looking on approvingly and obviously not seeing the danger present, if any.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the mad doctor says, placing his hands on his hips and posing for his faction. "I HAVE
DONE IT! I HAVE CONQUERED SPACE AND TIME! HAWKINS! LIGHT! ALL MERE MENTAL PYGMIES BEFORE THE UNDISPUTED GENIUS OF WILY!"
Oh yeah, he's completely lost it. He continues to laugh long and loud...someone had better stop this or he'll go on all
night about how big he is.

Bass arghs in frustration as he just...can't...see. And something's going on right now as well. For the few seconds of
confusion that seem to erupt from the brief explosion and new arrivals, he seems to fall back from the scene momentarily,
doubled over and rubbing his eyes repeatedly. Finally, slowly, vision begins to return to him, and he straightens up,
bringing his glare to center on the two new arrivals. At the sight of Quint, his reaction is about the same as Enker's,
though it's the sight of the -second- figure that indeed gets his attention. "What....?" he growls, finally lowering his
hands from his eyes.

Protoman's anonymous gaze strays across Wily without apparent concern. The familiar Enker and other Masters mean nothing to
him. At last, his gaze settles on Bass and another bitter snort erupts from his lips. "What have we here? Have you
constructed a new housekeeping drone without telling me, Doctor? A pity you had to make it so ugly."

Quick Man continues to hold there, Wing Boomerang in hand and ready to toss. He glances at Quint. He glances at Blues. He
glances at Enker. He glances at Bass. He gets *throughly* confused, and waits for somebody to tell him to fire.

Enker does not particularly see the harm in Wily gloating and raving and all that kind of good stuff, his attentions locked
on the Blues lookalike. Enker now steps one foot out in front of him and brings the other to it, so that his position is
between Wily and Blues, and he holds his Mirror Buster out straight and horizontal. "Lower your weapon, hunter. You are on
our turf, facing Wily's greatest creation and another Elite, with others."

Quint-Sakugarne looks at Protoman, and then at the others. "I don't know, Proto... Doc looks even more wacked out than
normal... and older. You sleeping enough Doc?" He follows his gaze to Bass. "I don't know... and what's with those ugly
wings on his helmet?"

Bass pauses for a second as he hears those words, and raises his form fully to stand erect. "-What- did you say...?" he
breathes in a near whisper, as he glares towards the scarlet clad figure. A slow step is taken forward, and his right hand
shifts, disappearing from view only to be replaced by the smooth bore of his own buster. "You're treading on dangerous
ground...." he growls. "...or are you simply going to run away from me like you -always- do?" He then pauses, as if
considering. "Then again....." he straightens once again, hostile gesture seeming to dissipate, but no less conflictive.
"You don't even -know- me do you?"

Protoman lowers his cannon, though his stance is far from relaxed. He glances sidelong at Quint and shakes his head in
disdain. "Put that piece of trash away, Enker. You know all too well I could shove it up your exhaust vent. Or did you
forget our little... encounter... last week?" He peers at Wily again, "Yes, you do look a bit haggard, Doctor."

Bomb Man blinks. "What the bloody . . . he talks like he knows you, sir!"

Dr. Wily stops laughing, coming off his ego boost and returns to normal. It's like a Mr. Hyde/Mr. Hyde thing. "ENOUGH!" he
says, bringing back his cane and then smacking it across Quint-Sakugarne's head with the force that causes a ring
throughout the entire room. No matter what time...no matter what place...one thing is for certain throughout the span on
infinity:

YOU WILL RESPECT WILY'S AUTHORITAH!

Wily finishes composing himself and then saying, "Let me get one thing straight you two....this is the future.
Here, /my/ rule is /still/ supreme!" The doctor laughs loudly, "Now....state your names for the record. I want to make
sure /everyone's/ databanks are up to date..."

Bomb Man says, "Knows you like an ally, I mean."

Enker brings his weapon back slowly to his side, narrowing his eyes at Blues, remembering that he's not really Blues after
all. The charge held in the Mirror Buster, however, does not dissipate. "No, Blues, I do not remember in fact. Would you
care to... refresh me?" He can't help but notice Quinr as well, although not catching the exact words. His voice sounds
deeper though. Maybe the little guy finally realized what gender Robot Masters are supposed to be.

Quick Man's eyes continue to do a tour of the room, trying to figure out for the life of him just what the *heck* is going
on here. And failing miserably at that. But the Doc's the Doc, and he lowers his boomerang. "Right, sir."

Bass keeps his own buster at his side, and ever so slightly shifts it back into his hand, his glare never once leaving
Protoman's form. THIS is something that he had dreaded, but he'll be damned if he's going to let this one walk in like he
owns the place.

Protoman crosses his arms, ignoring Bass completely. Although he does smirk when Wily smacks Quint. "I don't know what
game you're playing, doctor, but I'll play so long as it amuses me. I'm Protoman, your first creation and leader of your
armies."

Quint-Sakugarne smiles as he gets whacked. "It's good to see you've still got the old spark in you, sir." His grin is not
the goofy grin of the normal Quint... it's vicous... bloodthristy... and evil. He looks at Protoman as he talks, following
his commanders lead. "I am Quint. Elite Master and your loyal servant, my lord."

Bomb Man blinks. "First creation and leader of his . . . sweet mother of . . ."

Bass just stares for a long moment, not liking what he's heard from Protoman one little bit, and frankly beginning to like
this whole deal less and less. "First creation maybe...." he grunts. "...but NOT leader of the armies. Not here."

Protoman finally turns to look at Bass fully for the first time. "And who are you? A hood ornament with an attitude?"

Pharaoh Man has arrived.

Enker says, "Well, Protoman, allow me to clue you in on a few things. In this world, you are the enemy, and your motives
and methods are both questionable. And furthermore, in this world, it is not at all unlikely that you would take advantage
of the situation and pretend to be on our side. My name, as you seem to know, is Enker. And my loyalties are not so
questionable. I do not trust hunters." Enker stands in his place and makes no movement, though his tone is biting. He also
makes no attempt to change the situation with Bass. It's rather amusing, actually.

Quick Man just stays damned well shut up. It's the only safe option.

Quint-Sakugarne peers at Enker. "Why don't you shut the hell up, Enker? You've got some mouth for such a weak, pathetic
pissant. It's obvious you don't know anymore of what's going on here than the rest of us... so step back and listen.
Understood?"

"Hood ornament with an attit..." Bass begins to repeat quietly, before literally snarling as he steps forward again.
Within the span of a few seconds, his buster re-appears once again, as he steps past Wily just a bit. "Perhaps something
for the new arrivals would be for them to be WELL aware of their -place- in this world Doctor....." he snarls, practically
at the point of wanting little else to leap on Protoman and strangle him right now.

Dr. Wily nods, practically drooling... "Excellent....excellent," he says, bit wizened face lit up with pure, diabolical
happiness. "And I'm sure everyone got that..." Wily whirles around, looking at his present Robot Masters, "And everyone
did get that didn't they!?" He doesn't wait for an answer, but says it to get a reaction from his troops. He turns towards
Proto Man and Quint-Sakugarne. "Welcome...to the future. While, theoretically speaking, this may not be /your/ future, it
is one of many possible ones... According to my records, you are Proto Man and Quint from approximately...." Erwin says,
"3, sir..." "I know that! 3 years in the past...." Wily brings up his cane, "You may not recognize one of my Robot
Masters..." He gestures to Bass, "This is Bass. My vast improvement on /any/ model to date..." Wily beams in pride.

Dr. Wily looks over at Bass and says, "Now now, Bass. There shall be plenty of time for you to have your way with them
soon...but now....I have much scheming to do with my /new/ /old/ war machines. Bwahahahahahahahahahha!"

Protoman peers down the barrel of Bass' buster with a bemused chuckle. "Improvement, doctor? How can you improve on
perfection. Seems to me like you may have skimped on personality for that big fancy gun."

Bass retorts, apparently calmed down at the seeming defense of his stance. "Improved enough to leave your smoking wreckage
in my wake. Can you really afford to test that?" he growls dangerously.

Enker is none too thrilled with either of the new arrivals. He looks from one to the other and back again, no expression
change coming to his face, but from this one dissaporval is obvious enough without it. "The both of you are to get
something straight right now. Just about everything you think you know is to some extent now wrong. Your power is
uncertain, as is your position, and your relation to any of us. You are both-" although the word is both, the gaze is at
Quint- "effectively, infants."

Protoman morphs his hand back into his Megabuster, charging it. "Testing people's limits is what I do best... what was the
name? Bass?" He pronounces it like the fish. "For all I know, this is some sick joke or trick of Dr. Light's."

Quint-Sakugarne steps forward, narrowing his eyes at Enker. "Didn't I tell you to shut yer damn trap?" He glances sideways
at Protoman and nods. "I'm with Scarfboy on this one."

Pharaoh Man looks over the two new-old robot masters speculatively, stamping his staff-sceptre on the ground. "Indeed."
The Pharaoh intones. "The Pharaoh bestows upon these new visitors the honor of his divine presence. He welcomes you to His
realm." he states, cape flaring dramatically.

"By all means..." Bass crouches down just a bit, glaring fully at Protoman now. Oh, now -this- is what he wanted, and what
he does best. Goading the other into action. "What's the matter Protoman?" he taunts, raising his left hand in a 'come get
some' gesture. "Afraid that your position is in danger? Wouldn't you like nothing more than to assert your dominance over
this?"

Quick Man isn't stupid. Confused a bit, but not dumb by any means. Knowing exactly what Bass is up to, he slowly and
carefully backs away, towards the door out. Just in case he needs a quick head-start.

Protoman casts a short sidelong glance at Wily, as if trying to judge if the wisdom of trashing this 'improved model.'
"I wouldn't want to leave a mess so soon after our arrival in such a.. hospitable place. Maybe later, buttercup."

Dr. Wily raises his cane at Proto Man, then at Quint. "SILENCE! I will not tolerate your insolence within /my/ Skull
Fortress!" the doctor bellows, no longer looking quite so feeble. Even at his highly advanced age, an angry Wily can
strike fear in the hearts of all Robot Masters everywhere. He looks towards Bass and Enker, "You two shut up for 5 minutes
and let me get them filled in! I'll be late for my kidney dialysis at this rate!" The doctor grumbles and turns towards
the two. "Erwin," he says, "Have you established a direct link with our new comrades?" "Yes sir, Doc. Already got 'em
locked in...." "Excellent. Update them on our current situation..." E.R.W.I.N. says, "Yes sir, Doc. Memory dump
commencin'....I even gave them the latest stock quotes so they know what to invest...." Erwin begins to send all the info
into the new additions to the Robot Masters.

Enker wouldn't really mind seeing Bass cannon the both of them. "You did indeed say that Quint. I don't know about where
you come from, but in this reality although you may once have been stronger than me, you have /never/ outranked me, and
you will not speak as you do. Nor will you make assumtions of anything. What you know-" Enker turns back to Wily as he
speaks, and does indeed silence himself, for the time being.

Bass's taunting seems to come to an end for now, actually letting the second insult slide at the moment. Besides, Wily's
standing right here......and he'll have plenty of opprotunities at a later date. Slowly, he shifts his hand back into his
buster again, the barest hint of a smirk on his features. Oh yes, he'll get his chance.

Quint-Sakugarne's body arches back, his optics flickering quickly. He falls to one knee and remains the before looking
up.... "Woah."

E.R.W.I.N. emits, "And unfortunately, Bill Gates is still an great evil in this world..."

Protoman puts a hand to his face, wincing. Though he doesn't stumble or fall.

Dr. Wily nods, satisfied with the results. "Now that you are both up to date, I want to get you both settled," he says,
his eyes lighting up once more. Just imagine...a Proto Man...and a working Quint! Wily's about to wet himself thinking of
how he couldn't get /any/ luckier at this rate! "You all may continue to carry on, but if you have any indiscretions, take
them to the training facility! My plans are about to culminate..." He looksk over at the lower-ranked Masters, "As for the
rest of you, I am still holding you all to that schedule! I demand PROMPTNESS on the Wily Star's completion! There shall be
many canings for anyone who does not perform!"

Dr. Wily shakes his cane at them all to emphasize his point, but then stops, doubling over and weezing a bit. Old age is
getting to him...

Pharaoh Man hmmmms, gazing over the two with mild interest. "Amet-Wily, The Pharaoh questions... what, precisely, are your
plans for these guardsmen? Certainly, their proportionate power is... welcome.." he seethes, "But... what is raw power
without a focus?"

Bass rolls his eyes just a bit at Wily's wheezing, and turns to face him more fully. No he's not really concerned about
the old man's condition, but when he gets sick, he gets irritable. "I think it'd be best if you go and rest Doctor." he
says.

Protoman finally lowers the hand as the memory dump finishes and looks over at Wily. His voice is slightly hoarse,
"Interesting turn of events, doctor. Megaman now has little helpers... robots fighting humans. Just like old times. Good
thing I showed up when I did, looks like your Protoman here dropped the ball."

Quint-Sakugarne just blinks... "I... lost?"

[OOC] Bass ROTFLMAO!!!
[OOC] Dr. Wily says, "OH GOD! HAHAHAHA!"
[OOC] Quick Man just.... dies.
[OOC] Bass bwahahahahas! That was -perfect-.

A glow surrounds Protoman for a moment before his armor shifts to a similar, but slightly different color scheme. "Perhaps
in the meantime, I'll stay incognito."

Enker looks over at Wily and just... Shakes his head. No less, no more. "Since you seem to have everything under control
already sir, I assume it shall be my duty to go work on the Wily Star while you deal with these two?"

Dr. Wily looks over at Pharaoh Man, straightening up a bit. "I'm glad you asked that, Pharaoh Man. That is why I'm
personally assigning them both to /YOUR/ squad. At least until they get to know this time frame." Wily seems to be
hatching his deviousness... He looks over at the other two. "Am I making myself clear?" he says, a threat in his voice.

Bass stares towards Quint, the faint trace of a smirk on his features. "If you think -that's- bad..." he intones. "Wait
until you meet yourself."

Protoman makes a small, semi-mocking bow. "As you command, doctor."

Dr. Wily facepalms. "Oy...this is what I am fearing... Bass, do not frighten him," he says.

Bass fehs in open defiance in -that- case. "Why not Doctor?" he asks with a small shrug, turning around. "Sooner or later
he's going to meet him anyway."

Bass . o (Heh heh heh)

Quint-Sakugarne just -stares- at Protoman, then back at Wily... "The protoman of this would will find his body strewn
across the globe... and as for... myself... he will learn." He recieves Proto's transmison and nods.

Protoman knows right now he has about zero intention of letting some hieroglyph-reading freak tell him what to do.

Dr. Wily sighs and shakes his head. "I want you two to introduce yourself to the faction via E.R.W.I.N.'s BBS," he says,
which translates into posting a report. "I shall post my own announcements, but in the mean time, I shall take my leave."
He looks at his 'present' Masters. "And remember...all of you...the Wily Star MUST be completed by the appropriate
timetable...or I shall whack you all!" He waves his cane once more and begins to shuffle off.

Pharaoh Man rubs his mouthplate, pondering the possibilities. "Hmmmm.... yes. Most interesting." he murmurs. "The Pharaoh
shall take them under his wings, Amet-Wily. They shall learn of this world.... they shall learn...." he trails off, shaking
his sphinx-helmed head.

Bass tilts his glance in Pharaoh Man's direction, and seems to give his own slightly disgusted roll of his eyes. If there's
one thing he -can- agree with scarfboy on this, it's about one's viewpoints on certain individuals. "If anyone wants me..."
he intones, before turning about suddenly and making to leave. "I'm in the training room."

Quint-Sakugarne turns his gaze on Pharoah, he doesn't say anything... just... stares. o O (Oy, they did get dumber as the
games went along...)

Quick Man simply reaches over, and pats his fellow squad leader on the shoulder. "Have fun with 'em, man." .oO(I'm glad I
don't have to deal with that. Poor bugger.)Oo.

Protoman awwws and pitches his voice to carry to Bass, "See you later, buttercup. Maybe then we can go get one of those
fancy helmets for me, too."

Quint-Sakugarne grins at Proto. "I didn't think 'gay' was your style. That one's awfully anal."

Protoman chuckles. "I don't know.. it seems to work for some."

Quint-Sakugarne cracks his knuckles. "Up for a little training, Proto? See what these Robot Masters of the Future (tm) are
made out of?'

Pharaoh Man steps forward, raising his sceptre-staff into the air. "Guardsmen Protoman! Quint! As much as you are
unaccustomed to it, you are now in The Pharaoh's charge! Amet-Wily has given Him command over you, and He will make sure
your education of this realm goes smoothly! Then... mhwhaha... THEN... we cry havoc o'er this land!" he shouts, reeling
his head back and cackling madly.

Of course now with the absence of a certain older gentleman, the finheaded one comes to a stop, staring straight ahead.
"Ah yes....you do have no knowledge of me do you Protoman? Never even fathoming my existence. Which I suppose is just as
well....." It's then that he responds in that which makes the Dark Knight such a feasome opponent, and a terrible foe in
his own right. Not merely for his strength, agility and cunning, but rather for his sudden savegery, and how in all cases
when he reacts....it's violent. It's almost too fast for the eye to follow that he spins around, and suddenly dashes
straight -for- Protoman, lashing forward with his right hand, clenched into a tight fist, aimed right for the scarlet
clad figure's chin fueled by incredible power behind his arm....

Protoman gives a minimal shrug to Quint, beginning to answer and completely ignoring Pharaoh Man, when Bass leaps at him.

Protoman moves in a green and black blur (remember, he's in Break Man mode) and ducks under the thrusting arm, grabbing it
from the side and giving a hefty wrench and yank, pulling Bass off balance. At the same time, Protoman sends a foot at
Bass' torso with the better part of his considerable strength.

And thus, Bass misjudges once again, having assumed this was the Protoman that -he- knew quite well. In fact, it's then,
and only then that he manages to just realize that this one seems rather quicker than he remembered. He only has a few
seconds for that of course, as he's Judo-flipped rather expertly, and sent hurtling into the wall, his back meeting with a
rather loud *CRUNCH* and leaving a nice imprint Rock-style, before he slides to the ground.

Quint-Sakugarne snickers. "Cool."

Protoman steps back, observing Bass with cool detachment. "Next time you try something like that, you might make me angry."
In a flash of light, he reverts to his Proto Armor, the yellow scarf reappearing to flutter behind him in contrast to his
stone-still stance.

It's a blow that should have sent any other android down for the count. But rather, Bass leans back, and leaps hard to his
feet, face twisted back into a snarl as he glances at Protoman fully. "Not bad..." he states quietly, crouched down just a
bit, as if ready to pounce. "Perhaps you're a tad better than the Blues -I- know all too well." he speaks, using the -real-
name of the individual right now. "But I'd hate to have Wily so upset at seeing your smoking wreckage in my wake. We have
facilities for this sort of thing, if you're so intent on testing your luck."

Quick Man briefly brings his hands up to applaud, then remembers that Bass is very irritable, and violent. Thus, he does
not, in fact, clap.

Quint-Sakugarne steps forward, up and behind Protoman, his Dwarfish form eyeing Bass. "Kick his ass, Proto."

Pharaoh Man ceases his mad cackling for a moment, snapping back into reality.Bass and Protoman's conflict does not go
unnoticed by him; he steps forward, his staff clanking on the ground as he walks. His black and red cape floats
majestically behind him. "Hmmm.... hmmmm...." he turns to the Alternate Quint, glancing down at him. "It would be
most... interesting, if your Protoman turned out to be more powerful that our head guardsmen, would it not? Hmhaha..." Oh, he CAN'T disobey Wily... but there's nothing in his programming about Bass.

If the use of his real name bothers Protoman, he gives no sign. He's long since learned that a name is merely a word, no
more. He inclines his head slightly, "If you're so eager to prove your bearing size, let's go."

Quint-Sakugarne casts a side long glance at Pharoah, a hint of displeasure in his voice, "Believe me, Robot Master, there
is no if...."

Bass straightens up, and makes a quick gesture. "Then let's go." he states quietly, smirking somewhat. And with that, he
turns and moves straight from the teleportation area, leaving no question about his intentions.

******EDITORS NOTE*****

While I don't have the rest of it logged from there on, suffice it to say that Protoman and Bass had at it in the training room. It was a close battle at first, until Bass unleashed his -real- power with Magna Bass, and quickly turned the tide. Now knowing how powerful Bass can be, Protoman schemes more quietly about how to doublecross him rather than out in the open. Meanwhile, Quint-Sakugarne has sort of gathered a new respect for Bass' 'take no crap' attitude. And you thought the Maverick Hunters could be soap operahish. =)