Hey there. Don't let the email address fool ya. Handle is Rockman_Zero, as
it is on #fukufics@irc.nabiki.com and the forums on fukufics.com.
Well, here's a fanfic idea I had a long time ago. Seeing this post reminded
me of it, and so I dug it up and brushed off the virtual dust it had
accumilated since. A bit of rewriting here and there, and here it is.
No title for it yet, though the name 'The bid for World domination' was it's
working title. I'm still somewhat new to writing fanfiction and stories, so
I implore yea... Please be kind. ;_;
That said... SI Fanfiction attempt, GO!!!
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<Insert fic title here> :P
The cosmos... The great endless ocean of creation.
Within this vast sea of wonder, a lone craft... a ship that had
hailed from a far away world steadilly made its way through the
void. Within this ship, a blonde-haired man dressed in a suit of
majestic golden and black power-armour lay within a cyrostasis pod,
unmoving in his artificial cold-induced sleep.
However, the gloomy darkness of the ship's interior, and the
awe-inspiring design armour was rather offset by the pink plush
teddybear that he had held tightly to his chest as well as he goofy
grin on his face while he slept with his thumb in his mouth.
It had been this way for many millenia. Ten-thousand years since he
had been forcibly removed from the Kingdom of the moon and banished to
the void of space, much as one would throw a soiled diaper into a
trashbin.
Ten thousand years in which he had been asleep, thumb-in-mouth and
'Suzie' clutched tightly to his manly, armoured bossom.
As the ship neared earth's orbit, a large display set on the far
wall lit upwith the words 'Now approaching Sol System. Commencing
passanger resurection process'
A hatch above the pod opened as a large floating mechanical claw
lowered and latched itself onto the cyrostasis chamber, lifting it and
carrying it towards a wide door at the far end of the hallway.
The doors opened with a Star-trekish 'Fwosh' as the drone neared it,
calmly going through into a room with a large machine, clearly
resembling a giant microwave-oven sitting in the center.
The drone unceremoniously dropped the stasis pod to the cold
metallic floor...
*CLANK!!!*
Floating over to the handle on the face of the machine, the drone
gripped it with it's claws and tugged it open.
*KA-CLUNK!!!*
It then proceeded to lift the slightly dented pod off the ground,
carrying it in and dropping it onto the large round glass plate
inside, before floating out and slamming the door shut again.
*Bleeep! Blooop! Badaa-Beep!!!*
"Oven has been set to roast! Please enter a time..."
*Beep! Beep! Bloop! Bleep!*
"Acknowledged! Time remaining until thawing is complete: 12 hours."
Letting out an electronic whistle, the drone floated away...
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Six hours later...
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OHGODITBURNS!!! OPENUP! OPENUUUUPPPPP!!!!!"
"MEEEP!!! MEEEPMEEEEP!!!! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!!!!!"
The holographic woman sighed as she stopped her sweeping at hearing
the sudden screams of agony, "Handy? You didn't set the timer and
temperature too high again, did you?"
*Bleep!*, the prevous drone, Handy, said guiltilly as it did it's
best equivallent of hanging its head in shame.
"What have I told you about being irresponsible young man?"
*Ba-Blooooop!!!*
The woman groaned, "Now don't you 'but mom' me young sir! What do
you think you'd do if I were gone one day? There wouldn't be anyone
here to remind you of these things now then, would there?"
Handy shook it's wrist... *Ba-Bleep! Blooo Ba-bleep?*
"Oh allright... Appology accepted." Now go and get a new body ready
for the master. I don't think his old one will be of any use after
this," she said thoughtfully as a horrible burning smell began to
permiate the air. "Hmm, we might want to put him inot stasis again
though. It's going to take some time to get this terrible smell out of
the filters."
*Bleep?*
Looking at the drone the woman waved a hand, "Oh all right, I'll go
and take care of it for now, but this is your final warning!"
The drone nodded.
"Now go and get the Master's new body ready. After that, I want you
to go up into your compartment and have a good long think about what
you have done."
The drone nodded, or did it's best attempt to, and flew off into a
nearby hatch...
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A week later, in the ship's kitchen...
"..." the boy said as he GLARED at his snow-cone.
"Melt!" he hissed in intense concentration, "Melt, damn you!"
Suzie shook her head, "It won't work you know," she muttered as she
pointed at the cone and then at him, "For meeping's sake! Just accept
that you really don't have pyrokinesis and be done with it already!!!"
"Come on! MELT!!!"
The teddybear sighed, "Look, even HANDY would give up after
three-million attempts!!!"
The boy narrowed his eyes, "I had mastered every ability I had
obtained in my old body, and I won't rest until I've gotten them all
back again."
The pink and plush teddy bear let out a sigh of irritation, "It's
just my luck that I would happen to be in the same ship as the only
man in the universe who would be bored enough to try and develop
pyrokinetic abilities just for the hell of it," she muttered as she
grabbed the cone out of the boy's hands and began munching on it.
The boy frowned as he crossed his arms over his armoured chest, "How
would YOU like it if all the powers you managed to obtain after so
long got wrenched away from you because of a single moment's idiocy?"
he muttered with a scowl, "Darn that Handy."
Suzie snorted, "YOU built him."
"A fact that has nothing to do with my situation," he said with a
wave of his hand, "Afterall, I didn't program idiocy into his
protocols or anything."
"Your kind of idiocy tends to be somewhat infectious," the bear
muttered snidely and she popped the last of the cone into her mouth.
"It's called Excentricity, my dear uneducated friend," the boy said
pompously as he rose from his seat, "Something that you very much need
to learn."
"Says the guy who's been walking around wearing only the top half of
his armour, a set that dosn't fit him in his new body may I add."
Chewing a bit before swallowing, she added, "And if you really do
intend to go around wearing polkadotted boxer-shorts, would you at
least wear a clean pair? "
The boy sighed, and reluctantly nodded, "I would, but those were the
last pair I had. The Hyper-space faries ate the rest it seems."
"There's no such thing!" Suzie snapped.
"Well how ELSE could they have gone missing!?"
Suzie hung her head, and pointed a shaking paw at the curtains that
now adorned the windows, "You made THOSE with them," she hissed
angrilly.
The boy looked at them and blinked, "Oh yeah... Wow, they sure look
nice."
Suzie glanced at the kitchen counter, staring at a drawer where the
knives and sharp utensils were kept. Sadly, her programming forbade
her to harm him physically, and she knew full well that if she tried
to kill herself her 'master' would just repair her again.
Anyway, this whole 'younger me' look bites," The boy said as he
glanced down at himself, "Are you sure we don't have the materials to
accelerate the age of this body even by a few years?"
"For the Fifth time, no," the bear said tiredly, "Wer only had
enough to grow your body to the way it is."
The boy scowled, "Great... I have to relive puberty all over
again. This sucks."
*Ding!*
"Ah, cool! It's almost done cooking!" The boy said as he walked over
to the oven and opened the door.
Suzie shot a glare at him...
"Hey! Don't look at me like that... With the right spices and
sauces, I'm sure it'll turn out right," he said as he took a deep
wiff, "Mmm! It's been a long time since I last ate a good home-made
roast!" he sighed with a smile as he put on a set of oven mits and
basted the meal inside with a hopefully unused toilet brush.
"IT'S YOUR OLD BODY!!!!"
The boy shrugged, "Hey, it can't be called cannabilism if you're
eating what was originally a part of you, can it?"
"YES IT CAN!!!" the tiny plush bear screamed.
"Well, there's not much that can be done about it, is there? I mean,
I used the last of the ship's food sources to make those three-million
icecream cones... If I don't do this, I'll starve."
The bear angrilly pointed at the chained and padlocked refrigerator
labled 'Emergancy rations only' with a paw.
The boy let out a good-natured chuckle, "Aw, come on! This hardly
counts as an emergancy! Besides, I lost the key back on that planet
Whats-its-face."
The sound of a small plush robotic pink teddybear hitting it's head
repeatedly on the kitchen table could be heard throughout the ship for
the next several minutes...
Amidst the thudding, a voice spoke from the intercom speaker near
the kitchen's doorway, "Commander Aiden... Please report to the
bridge," a womans voice spoke from around the kitchen's intercom
speakers...
The boy grinned, closing the oven door and tossing the toilet brush
aside as he stood up. "Heh, finally," he muttered as he took off the
oven mits and tossed them onto the table, "I was getting sick of
waiting."
Yes... The time had come. Revenge for his exile. Revenge for how the
King of earth had him had him exiled after he had successfully completed
his research for creating the ultimate magical ability.
"I'll get you, you right royal nitwit, and your pesky spawn too!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
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To be continued?