Speed Highway: The Discovery

[Mage's Brother]

No purpose. No directive. Gears was confused. He was self-aware yes, but even still he needed instructions. He could think and eel and make desicions, but he couldn't point himself where to go. Alongside the long rusted wreckage of his stasis pod, he stands, being recharged by what little power the pod has left. Then, it flickers and dies.

Gears checks his reserves. He has approximately 24 hours of energy left. Less, if it is expended on combat, then he will deactivate. What an unfortunate turn of circumstances. Without guide, withou hope, he stands still, pondering his options. He wants to learn, AND to fight. He can do both. He will need upgrades for each. But still, what if he wasn't mean to learn? Or maybe wasn't built to fight? And of course, he still had to get back at those telemarketers. And the motorcycle. They must be in cahoots.

He kows not what to do with his soon-to-be-short time. He sneezes. And he has to get that checed out too. Gears looks skyward, at the highway high above and yells:

"PLEASE HELP."

[Lans]

Just then, a roaring sound was heard, drawing closer. It wasn't comming from the sky, but further up the road. Omega, having finished his 'mission' was speeding back towards Casinoplolis for final resupplying so he could get back to his hunt for Eggman.

[Mage's Brother]

Gears's sensors pickup an approaching object of mechanical origin. Wow. That was easy. He boosts up to the road directly in front on the incoming object (Not close enough for a crash obviously, just in the way) and holds out his palm signaling the obstacle to stop. Yes. It was definitiely another robot.

[Lans]

Omega, unable to find a suitable alternate route to avoid him, came to a screeching halt inches from him. He recognized the unit from earlier, though it was obviously in much better shape than it had been then. "Out of my way, inferior unit!"

[Mage's Brother]

Gears stared at the hulking Eggman robot with determination and courage.

"No. I require your assistance."

[Lans]

Omega's emotionless eyes glared at him. "What do you require?"

[Mage's Brother]

Gears did a quick scan and it became immediately clear that this robot was a vastly superior combat model. VASTLY. Gears suddenly felt outdated, outclassed, and out done in every regard. Heck, if a bomb throwing duck would cause him to nearly overload, thig guy could probably blink a few times, and Gears's already unstable, and seemingly obsolete powercore would rupture. Gears had his directive now. He had to become stronger. If he got more data long the way, then that was fine. But if robots like this existed, he wouldn't last through a single bullet.

"My power core is drained and I have a maximum of 23 hours and 17 minutes remaining before final termination. I would like to locate your manufacturer and ask them to equipme with more suitable upgrades."

Robots were often pretty protective of their owners, so Gears tried to make every intonation of his voice sounded like he had a tremendous respect for this...(scans)...E-123 Omega's creator.

[Lans]

Of course this got Omega's full attention, but not for the reasons he thought. "Eggman current location: Unknown. Do you have evidence leading to his location?"

[Mage's Brother]

Eggman....Gears had no data regarding this person.

"Negative. Due to stasis period of 62 years, data regarding the location of potentially organic unit known as Eggman is unavailable."

Chiki comes out of Gears's pack.

"However, I have a mobile unit capable of information retrieval and reconnisance. Available for suggested mission if I am compensated with requested upgrades from your illustrious creator."

[Lans]

"Your offer is irrelevant. Eggman is my creator! Dr. Ivo Robotnik, alias: Dr. Eggman. If you have no information on his location or the locations of units Metal Sonic or Robo Knuckles, any further negotiations are also irrelevant."

[Mage's Brother]

Gears raised his fists, knowing full well that they would do nothing but bounce off Omega's fram if fired. Still, he stood af confidently as he could, though his gyro's shoock slightly. Half his programming urged him tis was an inappropriate action. Chiki became startled and hid back inside the back pack.

"Comply to my requests, or you will be disassembled. I am a superior model. Otherwise..."

That was weak. He hoped Omega would buy it. He scanned his data as fast as he could looking for other alternatives. A piece of data vocal data was then retrieved from the Robo-Knuckles unit. Gears instincively recited it.

"...PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM AT THE HANDS OF MY ASS-KICKING, BUFF, ROBOTIC SELF!!"

[Lans]

*KA-CHUNK!*
Gears suddenly found himself staring down the barrels of Omega's chain guns. "Negative, you will comply with MY order: Move aside, or face elimination!"

[Mage's Brother]

Gears silently stood there a moment, then lowered his arms and moved to the side. He silently calculated the data in his head.

"Please Help. I am beyond normal."

Gears sneezes.

[Lans]

"You cannot lead me to Eggman, or any of his worthless lackeys," Omega said, tromping past him, "Request denied."

[Mage's Brother]

Gears looks after the exiting Omega. He had an idea, but it might require a little bit of luck. He immediately sent Chiki off to go and do a scan. He required data on Station Square, Westopolis, Casinopolis, and any surrounding areas. Chiki was off like a shot.

"Is that so? Perhaps I DO know where to find some of them. Would you like to risk my deactivation here, when I potentially could have coordinates?"

[Lans]

Omega stopped and his head swiveled around to face him. "Probability low. You were just inquiring of myself the location of Eggman. High probability of self-preservation falsity."

[Mage's Brother]

Gears smiles. "They're not in Station Square....." He searches his databanks for recordings of Robo-Knuckles. There is one visual log. With a brief edit, he holds out his hand and a holographic image of Robo-Knuckles is shown. Gears is bluffing, but then again...this was all about luck.

"Is this who you are looking for?"

[Lans]

Omgea thought about it for a minute. Then Gears suddenlt found himself yanked off his feat and face toface with Omega. "Of you are lying, I will tear you apart one microchip at a time." He then tossed him onto his shoulder and sped off back towards Casinopolis.