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Nemesis

Chapter 9: The Finale!

A crowded hallway sees a large mass of anxious spectators, glued to the ceiling-mounted television screens in awe of the action replay from the last match, each one seemingly giving their own opinion on the proceedings:

"Oh come on! Schwarzwald could have easily beat Smith!"

"What was Gabriel smoking to lose so badly to those two losers?"

"That moron lost me eighteen grand!"

Scott, meanwhile, stands against a wall a few metres away, calmly observing the sequence of events that he had set in motion by forfeiting his match. He simultaneously hopes that none of them manage to spot him, but he already knows that none will. A small green haired boy approaches him, his eyes glittering like stars from the vision of his obvious favourite in the tournament.

"Excuse me, are you Overlord Scott?" He sighs, having hoped to have a relatively quiet time waiting for the next match, but replies nonetheless.

"Yes, I am. Are you looking for an autograph?"

"Well, I uh. Actually, I was wondering if you had a wife?" Scott's immediate response is to contort his face and back away slowly, until he finally realises who he's talking to.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Her name is Tsunami, ever heard of her?" He shoots a coy smirk at the boy, who then hastily dashes off into the nearby crowd, who continue to roar over the results.

* * * * *

A much smaller cluster of people stand just outside the dark entrance to the commentator's box, consisting of both Tims, and two other individuals garbed in clothes similar to the Overlords, albeit in a smaller size. Scott soon joins them, having run directly from the monitors after his encounter, "Tim, we've got company."

"Really? Who?"

"Take a guess, they're here."

"You mean-" Tim frightens at the insinuation, whilst the others in the hallway merely stand by, oblivious to the topic of it, all except Scott.

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Oh good god!" Tim becomes completely terrified, he had not considered the possibility of something going wrong in the Tournament, he had even asked Scott to make sure. He takes Scott a few metres away and whispers to him, their backs turned to the others. "I thought you said that nothing would go wrong?"

"Well, obviously they asked Mata for a favour or subverted his programming, or maybe they messed about with the sound waves before they reached my ears, but the simple truth is that they're here and you are likely first on their hit list." The two gods continue whispering for a few moments, before turning back to their forgotten companions, their plans changed by quite a degree.

"Ok, you guys have to either agree to this now or I'll disembowel you live in the arena," Tim bluntly continues,

"Well if that's not a nice way to ask.." responds Tim.

"I'm sure you have a good reason why you need to threaten us so Tim?" replies the shortest of the two strangers, with ginger hair that slightly mimics Scott's, not unlike his facial features.

"Who cares, if I know Jack, and he knows Tim, then we should probably go with it," comments the tallest of the three, with black hair and glasses, his facial features more akin to Jack's, revealing that the three may be deeply related to them.

"Tim, did you ever consider that it might not be a good idea to involve the only TS Units you've ever created in this thing?" Tim smirks, the other doppelgangers clearly in agreement to his statement.

"Look, if we don't finish the Tournament quickly I'm looking at a triple decapitation and disembowelling, so think yourselves lucky I'm only offering you guys one a piece. Now are you going to change the field or what?"

"Can't you just do it? If you can change it to the Magma Pit, the Reaction Arena shouldn't be much harder?" The ginger haired boy seems to be the smartest of the three, increasing his likelihood of being connected to Scott somehow.

"Scott, " The Overlord of Knowledge finally removes all doubt, his voice one of concern, "Tim doesn't have the energy to change the field again, and he's the only one of us who can do so accurately without risking causing a spatial collapse that would kill every resident of Paradigm City, including you three kids, so your combined powers are all that's left, and I know that Tim and Jack here don't want to see the Tournament ended prematurely, do you boys?" The other two nod agreeably, one for the action and one for the bloodshed that will undoubtedly be seen in the final, "Now are you going to do this or what? Because I can't say that I want to be unable to see what's going to happen next, which is exactly what will happen if you don't do this" Scott is clearly likewise as terrified as Tim, although his fear is more of not knowing what the future holds if time doesn't follow the path he has foreseen. The three boys sigh in unison, continuing to say at once

"Alright, we'll do it"

* * * * *

Tim floats at crowd level above the middle of the arena, the area where Big Duo Inferno sunk still steaming with the wreckage still deep beneath its surface, as the trio of Jack, Scott, and Tim stand at triangular positions from each other on the side of the Arena, sweat almost pouring from their skin, except for Tim naturally, who is obviously quite less than boiling in the otherwise sweltering heat which has caused all the crowd members to keep away from the side where previously they had been almost falling off of it. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he begins, his voice once again echoing throughout the crowd. "You are about to witness a battle unlike any other you have witness today, the final of the first Nemesis Tournament will unveil before your very eyes!" he gloats, the crowd deep into his meaning, craving greatly to hear the rest of his speech, none of them at all wondering what the boys are doing. "In honour of this most excellent of battles, I have chosen one of my most advanced arena designs..."

"Like that's really all that many," Tim comments from the sidelines.

"...to be the one upon which you will see both myself and Roger Smith clash upon. I have chosen the Reaction Arena." He spins on his point, as if standing on an invisible column, indicating one at a time, the trio standing around him. "Boys! Let's get this party started!"

"Show-off," they each curse under their breath. Slowly, each of them begin raising their arms, until they are horizontally pointing directly at each other's arms across the great span of molten rock. They close their eyes, and then shoot them open again as the original whites are replaced by bright colours reflecting the balls that now shine on their foreheads, each mimicking their Overlord of choice, Scott having one red ball to indicate Scott, Jack having two black balls to indicate Jack, and Tim having three blue balls to indicate the remaining Tim. A massive burst of force causes cracks in their respective sites on the wall, as each of their arms fire beams of energy that interlink, forming a massive shining triangle over the arena. Tim quickly flies above their plane, as they speedily sprout thousands of other beams, creating a triangular pattern over the earth. They lower the pattern, causing a massive and immediate cooling of the lava, creating tremendous amounts of steam that blind all but the boys and the Overlords, the crowd screaming despite any injuries to them. The pattern imprints its glowing form on the igneous rock, creating a dark, glowing field in place of the previous roiling sea of its predecessor.

"Well, I think that out did my speech quite a bit.." Tim comments as he slowly lands on the new arena, the yellow-blue coloured light illuminating his form greatly.

* * * * *

The crowd roars an immense cheer in the knowledge of the oncoming match, as Big O is raised up into the new Reaction Arena, its lights making him appear far more terrifying than normal, as Roger eagerly palms the controls inside his cockpit. He makes Big O perform a few striking poses for the crowd, and they roar, if possible, even louder in response, raucous cries of his name resonating throughout the stadium as he finishes. "Tim here on the sidelines of the arena, Big O is as of yet undefeated, though he owes two of his victories to forfeits by his opponents. I reckon that with any other opponent he has a 96.7 percent chance of victory, but..." A loud whirring is heard from the other side of the arena, as another section of the pattern rises in preparation for the second Megadeus' appearance. "This isn't any other opponent he's facing now is it." A massive cloud of black energy fades into existence as the empty floor section returns, dissipating as it arrives to reveal the similarly shadowy form of the Touyou megadeus. "Touyou there is one of the elusive Element Megadeuses and both his armor and his weaponry are forces to be reckoned with. His pilot however has been known to make rash decisions and is known as having a rather bad temper on a very short fuse, so things aren't too bad for Big O in his second battle against an Overlord, but he should watch out anyway."

"So, it's finally begun? The final battle to decide the greatest champion of Paradigm City's false stage?" Schwarzwald stands at the side of the arena, arms crossed and companions in tow as they look upon the shadowed figures of their friends, ready to do battle to the finish and completion of the tournament, his eyes narrow. "The veil is still there."

"What veil Schwarzwald?" He easily peaks Dorothy's curiosity with his simple sentence, time seemingly stopping as they converse.

"It might not be physically there, but there still remains an air of mystery over Touyou. His pilot is deeply enshrouded in secrets, I fear this is not the worst of them."

"We've all got our secrets, Schwarzwald, you're hardly one to call the kettle black."

"And neither are you, Dorothy, but this man... He seems to have ulterior motives far beyond even my understanding, I just can't get my head around his reasoning."

"He has had countless millennia to think and explore, whereas the human mind is completely based on the present and past. The mind frame of the Overlords is something we can only dream of. The entire history of the universe, its every secret ajar to your eyes. He's seen it all, and even he doesn't remember it completely."

"Be that as it may, he brought me and others back from the dead and I still don't trust him."

"You should, he's done almost nothing but good since he started this tournament."

"If it were a psychotic villain like Rosewater or Gabriel, I could understand him. But Tim, is another matter entirely."

"Are you rambling, Schwarzwald?" Schwarzwald lets out a child version of his usual manic laughter, his face a look of, not madness, but happiness for once.

"Hey, you spend a few months in the afterlife and see how you think." He smiles at the synthetic female, and they return to watching the upcoming match as Tim finally finishes his opening speech, as if rambling himself.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Robots of all serial codes!" Tim snickers from the side of the arena, "THREE, TWO, ONE, LET THE CONFLICT BEGIN!!"

"Alright Tim, confess! What is special about this new 'Reaction Arena' of yours?"

"It's quite simple really, in an ordinary arena your energy is equal to your mass times your speed. But here, the role is a little more skewed in nature." Touyou raises his fist, and slams into the glowing ground of the arena, a huge chasm cracking out of its surface in a cacophonous roar in response. "Because here the energy is equal to your speed times your mass squared! Thus resulting in the contempary illusion of greatly increased strength in a geographical sector." Touyou thunders across the newly spawned chasm, his fists brought to bear unscathed from the blow to the earth beneath him, as Roger rapidly attempts to create a plan of action against such a rapidly altered sphere of influence against a supremely powerful foe. 'If I can use the new rules of this reality to my advantage, I can gain the upper hand,' he rapidly concocts, 'The question is, how?'

"Uh, Roger? When your enemy is charging you your only option is to think-" Touyou arrives just metres from Big O, and raises his right arm in preparation for an Aeon Impact attack, his piston firing its compressed air from its valves. "FAST!!" Roger quickly raises the arm shields as Touyou hurls his punch straight at him, narrowly avoiding losing his head, literally, by way of the liquid nitrogen. Bizarrely, the blow does little damage more than it usually does,

"What's going on? I thought you said this place increased your strength?"

"Weren't you listening?" Touyou adopts a calmer stance than his previous one, his arms lowering to his sides. "I said in a Geographical sector, that means just the land, not the people on it."

"So, he made a circumstantial power boost? Well, that was useless," comments Tim, the other TS Units among his group as they stand by the wall watching the newly spawned battle.

"Not really, if either of them gets into a tough spot they can just whack the ground and get a little breathing space," returns Scott.

"Excellent," Jack continues, as they all walk over to the section in front of the stairs where the others are standing. "Enjoying yourselves?"

"As much as is possible when you're watching a battle that can destroy the world depending on its ferocity," is Schwarzwald's reply.

"It would appear that Tim, having designed this battlefield, has the advantage over Roger." Dorothy moulds herself into the conversation, her sullen visage bringing a more serious tone to the discussion.

"But since when was that something he didn't have, Dorothy?" Overlord Scott walks up the stairs behind her, his arms crossed and his face smiling, he is most certainly eager to see his timeline unfold before their eyes, Overlord Jack follows behind him.

"The only reason he's fighting Tim is because you were too cowardly to fight him to the end Scott, who are you to say he can win?"

"I didn't throw the match because I didn't think I could win, I did it because I was supposed to."

"Sure, just like all the other times you failed?" Jack certainly seems dubious of the Overlord, although being the TS Unit of War doesn't help him ascertain a definite conclusion, such as he would like. "The odds say that Tim is going to wipe the floor with Roger."

"But what about Roger? We've seen him defeat pretty much every single Megadeus that Tim has in this Tournament, I'd say they're on the same level at the least, but of course this Tournament was to decide who was better." Tim on the other hand is obviously confident that Roger will win. 'But then, he only had to fight two Megadeuses, Roger had to fight three,' he secretly thinks, his thoughts an open window to most present.

Big O and Touyou continue to clash thunderously, their grips in a lethal combat of steel versus steel as the sparks shower onto the ground so far beneath them as neither one shows signs of weakening against the others attack. Indeed, nor do their pilots as both Roger and Tim bare their teeth at the other, sweat pouring down their brows. "Something tells me this isn't going to be an easy victory," Tim spits some of the sweat from his lips, his words almost drowning.

"I don't plan on losing this match, Tim." Roger's words are equally soiled, the megadeuses circling each other in the shadowy ring, the crowd roaring cacophonously behind them. They pause, Big O studying his opponent's body language, Touyou the same. Suddenly, Tim spies the plates on Big O's arm twitching and realises an attack is imminent. Touyou raises his arms and prepares his proton bursts, as Big O raises his own, and arms his plasma cannons. The two mighty weapons arm almost simultaneously, their pilots roaring in unison.

"FIRE!" The two weapons fire their weapons thunderously toward each other, causing a massive explosion at their collision point. The crowd, though partially blinded, resound their joy throughout the stadium once more, as if they would die if they did not. The two megadeuses return to their positions charging toward each other through the remaining chaos of the blast, each becoming locked in a death grip with the other. The sparks fly and the steel screams as their iron grips shake together, neither one ready to quit, and their pilots try desperately to maintain their struggle. Tim roars at his foe, his voice not dissimilar to that of the now extinct lion, but it is yet a sound that does not frighten Roger, as he merely roars back, though in a less impressive manner. The two pilots unknowingly engage their long-range weapons in unison, as Big O's chest bursts into life with his missiles, whilst Touyou awaits his punishment having instead chosen his Eye Lasers. The missiles tear into Touyou, ripping his grip from Big O's palms, and carving a large gash into the unchanged upper section of Big O's chest. Tim and Roger both breathe heavily, their lungs sorely deprived of oxygen from their latest moves.

"Time to kick it up a notch," Tim barely manages to splutter, his eyes slightly glazed.

"Oh no," Scott startles, "he's going to use his Animate Allies ability!" The majority of the group stare forward, almost oblivious to what he just said in its entirety.

"What will that do? Or do I have to guess?" inquires Schwarzwald, he being the only one bold enough to question the attack's capability.

"Well, since there aren't any other machines in the area, it'll revive the wasted ammunition they both used previously, and allow him to use it against Roger." Overlord Scott remains solemn, a slight grin coursing through his face as he realises Tim's mistake.

"There isn't anything for him to use it on. They've both been using energy weapons, explosive devices, or close combat, which means no ammo for him to use. He's just wasted his move." Tim remains sullen.

"Unless there's something else he's going to use it on." A quiet scraping sound comes from the stairs, and the entire group turns to discover its origin, and finding a blonde haired woman wearing a medical gown, Schwarzwald rushes to her aid before she completely collapses to the floor, her left hand being her sole support otherwise.

"Angel, what are you doing here? You're not better yet?" he hurriedly questions her, as Overlord Jack helps hold her.

"I felt like there was something wrong, so I decided to get up and see what was 0221811302 2113" she blurts, surprising herself having no clue why she just spoke in numerical code, Overlord Scott and Scott both smile knowingly to each other. "I'm... sorry, I meant I came to see what was going on." Schwarzwald sighs, noticing that a small droplet of blood is forming where her IV drip has been removed,

"Tim just made a mistake and now Roger is going win."

"This match isn't over yet, don't be so sure."

Touyou relaxes his stance, returning to a calmer footing, as his pilot breathes a deep sigh. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to something as cowardly as this." Tim types in a serious of digits into Touyou's command console, and the blue megadeus partakes of a stance not dissimilar to one used by Beck just a few hours ago. Roger stares as Touyou's outline begins glowing, almost completely in synch with the glow from the arena. 'I'm sorry Roger, but I never thought I have to use this move against an opponent.' Tim's voice drifts through his mind, his tone sullen.

"What are you doing Tim?"

"40 years ago they called it the power of the creator," he pauses, "Purely because it brought things to life." He stops, as Big O's command console blurts into a flickering array of lights, as he finally realises what is happening, "But it can control any kind of mechanical object, hence the original androids and the 'power of the creator.'"

"And mankind's own attempt at recreating the ability led to its own destruction, despite his pleas," quotes Dorothy, as the others stare continuously onward at the scene of destruction as Big O begins shaking violently, as though not in complete control of his faculties. Overlord Scott turns his eyes to her momentarily.

"I guess I forgot to erase that data from your hard drive, did I Dorothy?" Dorothy remains facing forward.

"Yes, you did. I would have surmised that the Overlord of Knowledge would have been able to remember such a simple task."

"I think we've already learned that nothing is simple anymore." Schwarzwald adds his own little spice to the conversation, but also remains watching the epic climax.

"People are not ruled, Tim. Be it by their memories, emotions, or anyone else. And I'm going to prove it!" Big O attempts to regain control, and almost completely stops shaking, his eyes almost blowing from the strain.

"Not bad. You're right, too; people aren't ruled by their memories, emotions, or another person. They're ruled by the desires of a woman whose name has since become" Touyou and Big O begin charging at each other, their fists at the ready, "that of a major nautical disaster." The two steel giants clash once more, sparks igniting minor fires on the eerie floor. They smash together repeatedly, both attempting to grasp their foe better, as their pilots are pushed to the very brink of exhaustion. They burst apart; causing minor gapes in the flooring, sparks and dust flowing vigorously from their feet. The two men stare madly at each other, neither one willing to admit defeat, when each suddenly realise something.

The crowd, they're screaming their lungs out in an effort to cheer for them. The two megadeuses startle slightly, both still in an attack mode, but relax their stances soon after, until they are both standing up straight. "In the end, I think we forgot what this was all about."

"We forgot that you started this tournament because you were bored."

"And we forgot that it wasn't about achieving fame or killing people."

Overlord Jack unfolds his arms, gritting his teeth slightly in his annoyed state "What's wrong? Why aren't they still fighting?"

"I think we just found our megadeus champion," answers Schwarzwald, as a joyous smile spreads across his hidden lips, a smile which begins to also spread across the lips of every one in the group. And eventually, it spreads throughout the entire stadium, and the roar becomes one of such triumph, that it could hold no fault. Except, for those who would wish it so....

"And they mused that we would not discover their play?"

"They were indeed defiantly false in their assumptions."

"Indeed, and now they will truly be forced to compensate us for the destruction of our amusement."

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