Dark on the Waters [Dark Data]

[Proto Man]

The island would never recover.

Maybe he was being pessimistic, but Proto Man saw very little hope in the twisted, gnarled remains of Bilgewater. The explosion had knocked down the majority of what had been left standing after the infection had taken hold of the island. Earth was despoiled and corrupt, and the majority of the plant life that hadn’t been blown apart in the blast stood wilted and dying in the ironically sunny weather that bathed the place.

“What now?” Someone asked as the surviving Liberators turned their eyes to the massive Vasty Deep Ocean. On the horizon, there were various Imperial vessels that were drawing in to survey the damage.

“I don’t want to talk to any of those people,” Proto Man whispered as he summoned Rush to his side. The preteen machine checked that the Liberator aide was still working—he knew that their work wasn’t yet done. “That doctor guy should be in touch with us soon, so until then…”

With that, he was gone, flying away on his metal dog.