12-04-2017, 01:01 PM
More strange creatures, all pink, egg-shaped, and carrying eggs of their own. Before X could think of anything to possibly say, the android was surrounded and eased forward by the Chansies, their stubby arms guiding his direction. Within moments, they swiftly led him into what must have been an operating room, the deduction only slightly offset by some of the unique machines lining the walls. The Mega Man was relieved of his shroud and laid down on a table, the team of exotic nurses scrambling to obtain tools for the impending work.
X lifted his head slightly, very curious and somewhat afraid of whether or not these pink creatures even had any experience repairing a robot. His own internal systems were quite sophisticated, perhaps a whole league or two above anything that could even be found in this city, so it would only make sense for many people not to be experienced in repairing the blue bomber. Just then, as the slew of equipment was being set up on adjacent tables, something completely different hovered into his view.
A vibrant orange orb, shrouded in sparking plasma, gave a fat grin with a digital expression at the android. As X opened his mouth to inquire, the sphere stole his breath and spoke, "Hey there, big guy! My name izz Rotom, and I'll be your helper today, zzt!"
Closing his mouth at the interruption, X pondered the choice of words. "What do you mean, 'helper'-?" He asked, moments before a Chansey took hold of his head and plugged a cable into the peak of his neck. Immediately, a new text feed appeared on his virtual readout:
Port 01 activated...
Device active: Sylph No.248 Charging Cord
Charging Power... 8%
"Just a little zzomeone to make your time easier," Rotom answered, waving a pair of bolt-shaped plasma tendrils in affirmation. The greeting was put aside as one of the pink egg-holders beckoned the creature over, holding a tablet device. "One moment!" The sphere winked at X, before dissolving into a ray of plasma and streaking into the device. The frame of the tablet began to distort, turning a dull red color as it subtly twisted shape and not-so-subtly sprouted jagged arms. The aura of plasma that Rotom owned flared up around the device at it began to float of its own accord, the camera lens on the back flashing to life as it rapidly scanned over the prone android.
After just a few seconds of this, the tablet floated back into the nurse's arms, where it studied the apparent results. With another cry of its name, the Chansey joined the team and set to work on the machine, carefully stripping open the plating of his damaged shell. Past the cloud of round pink figures working dutifully, the red tablet floated above them and into X's sight, turning to reveal the screen- rather, the face of Rotom.
"You're made of some pretty tough stuff, bzzt-" The possessed device chirped, the voice only slightly less crisp, "It would've been a lot worzze without that fancy shield of yours!" Still reeling from the shock of all this happening so quickly, it took a small while for X to realize that Rotom was referring to the particle shield from the Liberator Aide. Indeed, that was something to be thankful for.
The robot lifted his head again, trying to spy a peek at the operation. His body was going numb below the neck as the nurses were working proficiently, surprising the machine with their fine effort. Either they learned extremely fast, or they just had a knack for fixing up anything.
"Don't worry, the Chanzzey will take good care of you, zzrt!" Rotom trilled, beaming with gleeful reassurance. "Now, anything elzzz you need? I can play videos, send messages, browse the Dataverse-" He cut himself off, looking for a response from the android.
X thought that most of what he needed right now wouldn't come as simple as making requests to the plasma spirit. But then he pushed that aside and recalled all the events leading up to this, and the blue bomber realized there was something that Rotom could help with; at the very least, he could likely expidite the process. "There's... a guest, waiting for me outside," X began to speak, choosing his words slowly over the tune of electronic maintenance, "If you could look up an organization called Nebula, and tell her about it, I would appreciate it."
Rotom's expression changed for the first time, shifting into something of a pensive frown- he even put one of his "arms" under his face. After a couple of seconds, he replied, "Funny requezzt. But if that'zz what you want, bzzt, I can do it!" And with that, the spirit flew away, leaving tiny sparks in his wake as X laid back again.
Now, about those other things he needed...
X lifted his head slightly, very curious and somewhat afraid of whether or not these pink creatures even had any experience repairing a robot. His own internal systems were quite sophisticated, perhaps a whole league or two above anything that could even be found in this city, so it would only make sense for many people not to be experienced in repairing the blue bomber. Just then, as the slew of equipment was being set up on adjacent tables, something completely different hovered into his view.
A vibrant orange orb, shrouded in sparking plasma, gave a fat grin with a digital expression at the android. As X opened his mouth to inquire, the sphere stole his breath and spoke, "Hey there, big guy! My name izz Rotom, and I'll be your helper today, zzt!"
Closing his mouth at the interruption, X pondered the choice of words. "What do you mean, 'helper'-?" He asked, moments before a Chansey took hold of his head and plugged a cable into the peak of his neck. Immediately, a new text feed appeared on his virtual readout:
Port 01 activated...
Device active: Sylph No.248 Charging Cord
Charging Power... 8%
"Just a little zzomeone to make your time easier," Rotom answered, waving a pair of bolt-shaped plasma tendrils in affirmation. The greeting was put aside as one of the pink egg-holders beckoned the creature over, holding a tablet device. "One moment!" The sphere winked at X, before dissolving into a ray of plasma and streaking into the device. The frame of the tablet began to distort, turning a dull red color as it subtly twisted shape and not-so-subtly sprouted jagged arms. The aura of plasma that Rotom owned flared up around the device at it began to float of its own accord, the camera lens on the back flashing to life as it rapidly scanned over the prone android.
After just a few seconds of this, the tablet floated back into the nurse's arms, where it studied the apparent results. With another cry of its name, the Chansey joined the team and set to work on the machine, carefully stripping open the plating of his damaged shell. Past the cloud of round pink figures working dutifully, the red tablet floated above them and into X's sight, turning to reveal the screen- rather, the face of Rotom.
"You're made of some pretty tough stuff, bzzt-" The possessed device chirped, the voice only slightly less crisp, "It would've been a lot worzze without that fancy shield of yours!" Still reeling from the shock of all this happening so quickly, it took a small while for X to realize that Rotom was referring to the particle shield from the Liberator Aide. Indeed, that was something to be thankful for.
The robot lifted his head again, trying to spy a peek at the operation. His body was going numb below the neck as the nurses were working proficiently, surprising the machine with their fine effort. Either they learned extremely fast, or they just had a knack for fixing up anything.
"Don't worry, the Chanzzey will take good care of you, zzrt!" Rotom trilled, beaming with gleeful reassurance. "Now, anything elzzz you need? I can play videos, send messages, browse the Dataverse-" He cut himself off, looking for a response from the android.
X thought that most of what he needed right now wouldn't come as simple as making requests to the plasma spirit. But then he pushed that aside and recalled all the events leading up to this, and the blue bomber realized there was something that Rotom could help with; at the very least, he could likely expidite the process. "There's... a guest, waiting for me outside," X began to speak, choosing his words slowly over the tune of electronic maintenance, "If you could look up an organization called Nebula, and tell her about it, I would appreciate it."
Rotom's expression changed for the first time, shifting into something of a pensive frown- he even put one of his "arms" under his face. After a couple of seconds, he replied, "Funny requezzt. But if that'zz what you want, bzzt, I can do it!" And with that, the spirit flew away, leaving tiny sparks in his wake as X laid back again.
Now, about those other things he needed...