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Nemesis

Chapter 6: The Fifth Match-Up: Scott vs. Roger!

"You should be, the heat I was forced to endure, coupled with the power surge caused by the subsequent damage, were more than enough to damage me beyond repair, were it not for the Overlords."

"I just, I honestly never thought you would sustain that much damage Dorothy, and after I promised not to let anyone else get hurt in this tournament" he glances over to the searing hot Tim, still dormant on the slowly melting ward floor. "I see now that I was wrong when I thought that he wanted anyone to get hurt." A single solitary teardrop runs its path down Schwarzwald's bandages, vanishing into the gap over his mouth. A feminine hand rests itself on his shoulder.

"It's alright, if you didn't realise what you did, then I think at least I can forgive you for it." He places his own hand on Angel's, and accepts her forgiveness, however little it may seem in comparison to the forgiveness he would wish to receive from Dorothy. The door bursts open a few moments later as Tim Maughan enters, who to everyone's surprise appears as a small child, seeming no older than nine years old, but with a rather deep voice for his stature.

"Hey, anyone here want to know who's up next?" Dorothy hops off of the bed, eager to find out. "It's Roger Smith and Big O against Overlord Scott and Eliminar, try to go easy on him, Scott." Scott turns to face the dwarfed commentator.

"Ah, I see. So he chose the zero-zero-three TS Unit as the commentator, interesting."

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then. Incidentally, what's the processor speed on Eliminar anyway?"

* * * * *

"All right Big O, it's Showtime!" Big O rises up from the hangars, appearing under a hail of confetti as the most popular Megadeus in the stadium makes his entrance into the arena.

"Well, let's see what we have here. Big O, also known as the Earth-Element Megadeus, features eye lasers, sudden impacts, a chrome buster, arm cannons, missiles, hip anchors and machine cannons. It's a pretty standard Big with an excellent repertoire of victories." A loud whirring sound echoes from the other side of the arena, as Eliminar is also raised. "And his opponent, Eliminar. It's pilot is the Overlord of Knowledge and Eliminar certainly shows it. Looking like a Megadeus from a millennium ahead of us, Eliminar has few good weapons, its best being its ability to manipulate the electromagnetic fields of electrical devices and render them inoperable, which could prove the deciding factor in this match."

"What? That thing can short circuit Big O?" Roger mumbles to the dark cockpit of his beloved Megadeus, receiving no reply, but giving one anyway "Hey! This isn't fair! He uses just one weapon and he wins the match, isn't there something against it in the rules Tim!"

"Well, for starters, there are no actual rules, and second, it'll still take him time to actually USE the shutdown, so you've got a chance, albeit a small one." Roger groans and mutters numerous insults at the child-like announcer. "Alrighty then, THREE, TWO, ONE, LET THE MATCH GET STARTED!" Big O readies his plasma machine guns, but before he can fire them Eliminar is already behind him, where he grabs his head with his mighty grasp, hurling him into the air like he would a rag doll. The crowd gasp as Big O hurtles skyward threw the sheer force of the slender Megadeus' arms. "Woah! Now that's what I call hidden talent!" Eliminar bends toward the ground, before leaping into the air himself, surpassing Big O in seconds, then landing directly on his chest as he plummets once more. The two Megadeuses slam into the ground with earthshaking force, dust bursting from their landing point.

"This is impossible! How do I defeat someone who's much more advanced than me!" bursts Roger from inside the pinned Big O, he raises his right arm to take aim at Eliminar, who stares at him mockingly with his solemn visage, Scott inside barely moving at the force that shook the entire stadium just moments before. Big O fires his plasma machine gun, damaging the left arm of Eliminar, but to him it was just a scratch by comparison to the damage it could do to other Megadeuses. He leaps backward, ever the acrobatic machine, then raises his hands to his face on either side, the fingers outstretched. "What is he doing now?" A twinkle of light flashes briefly in Eliminar's eyes, before it lets loose an ear shattering, almost bat-like, screech, deafening the entire arena with a focused blast of sonic energy. Big O manages to get his arm shields up, but they are folly against Eliminar's power, as they begin to crack tremendously under the intense noise. "This is insane! Is that a phonosonic machine?"

"You wish, this is just a Gen-e-Tech Shockwave Emitter at less than half power," reports Scott through the raucous cries resounding through the stadium. Big O attempts to move forward, but is blown straight into the wall behind him by the force of the Shockwave Emitter, which continues to deafen him to the world as any form of glass in the cockpit begins to crack violently. Suddenly, Scott's gem bursts into a glowing red light, as he is instantaneously alerted to something. "Hmm? Ah, I see. Thanks Mata," Eliminar's screeching ceases almost immediately, as Big O crashes to the shattered ground, and the audience breaths a sigh of relief from the noise.

"Wh... Why did you stop?" gasps Roger from the desecrated cockpit, Scott simply remains silent as Eliminar walks silently over to Big O. He picks him up by the shoulder, and turns him around so that he is facing the other side of the arena.

"It seems time is meant to take another course, you wouldn't understand this one." Eliminar throws Big O to the other side of the arena in a single stroke. Just as he lands, Eliminar glows almost as bright as the sun, then, seconds later, he explodes in a blazing inferno, and clatters to the ground.

"WHAT!! I don't believe it! Big O is the winner by default! He'll go on to fight the participants of Semi-Final 2!"

* * * * *

"Well, I guess Eliminar will be out of commission for a while then?" questions the blank-faced Rosewater.

"Not really, Scott should be able to repair him in about an hour or so," answers the equally blank-faced Tim, as Schwarzwald arrives back from the medical ward with R. Dorothy following close behind. "So? Did Tim tell you who's next?"

"Next is the first Semi-Final," replies Schwarzwald.

"It features you against Alex, Tim," interjects Dorothy in her usual monotone.

"Well, that should be interesting."

"Indeed it will be Overlord, I can't wait to eliminate you with Big Fau," Tim turns a sly smile at Rosewater.

"And what exactly makes you think that you'll win, Alex?" grins the sarcastic and confident Guardian Overlord.

"Listen, I know that you took damage to Touyou's head in your last match, you'll have a hard time at beating me without your sight!"

"We shall see." With that, Tim walks off back to the medical ward, back to see Angel.

* * * * *

The nurse tirelessly attempts to mop up the melted tile flooring, despite the wicked heat, as the door swings creakily open again. Tim enters, and receives small waves from both of the ward's most popular patients, Angel and Beck. "What's up kids?"

"Well, the floor after you collapsed," replies Angel, lying down in her bed; her medical gown wrapped gracefully around what little of her escapes the sheltered darkness of her bed sheets.

"Yeah, guess I did kinda pull a number on it didn't I? So, how's the morphine going?"

"Well, it's all right since they changed to this new brand, it feels like your whole body is pulsing with energy."

"Really? Which new brand?" Tim's face turns to a look of curiosity as Beck returns him an answer.

"Not sure, the bag just says 'X-39 Beta Version,' any ideas?" Tim gulps.

"Maybe you two should switch back to the old brand." His face a look of horror, the bed-ridden couple begin to worry.

"Why what's X-39? Do you know of it?" returns Angel.

"Let's just say it was a VERY old program I used to use in a gaseous state."

"What did you use it for Tim?"

"Well, you see" Tim trails off distantly, pressing his index fingers together.

"What did you use it for Tim?" Angel raises her tone to one of impatience.

"Procreation." Beck and Angel simply stare blankly, their jaws an unmeasured eighteen inches lower than normal, as Tim hastily leaves the room.

"NURSE!!"

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