Well then...Time for the second Arc to finish.
You prepare your zeppelins, you prepare your troops...and you head off.
Your army is ready, shining with steel.
Your troops are prepared and ready to fight...
But unfortunately for you...
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Your Wuffle-Cogs enter the plain area carrying the Camerathing. The first thing you notice is a mountain of corpses. There aren't only mutants however, or half-robotic freaks. There are also Heroes and soldiers, as well as half-torn tanks and crashed airplanes. It's a graveyard beyond words.
In the center of the carnage stands Cheerie. Yet she doesn't look cheerful at all. She holds a radio in her right hand, one she used to deliver her message to you probably.
You watch through the Camerathing's eye as her face lights up for a moment, before dropping down into a miserable one when she realizes you aren't present.
The Camerathing descends. You clad it and the Wuffle-cogs in silver to hide their 'Incognito' allegiance, but she doesn't even look much at it.
“In the end...” she mutters, “I never met you, did I? Silver...Incognito...I never met you again,” her shoulders tremble. “I just...I just thought you would come. At least...at least I would have died seeing you one last time.”
She shakes her head. “But you don't remember me...so you have no reason to feel pity.”
“We can talk, right?” you say through the microphone, only for a buzz of static to emerge from the camerathing's stereo.
“I am...radioactive,” she replies softly. “I don't know if you can see me...but I can't even hear your voice, Silver,” she clenches her burnt hand, while her steel-like claw grabs the ground. “You...you're probably going to ask me what happened, right?”
You look through the monitor. You can do nothing but look.
“I...I was your assigned hero. You were my side-kick. We were meant to become a Heroic duo, you know? The training was hard but...we managed it, together. We were friends...we were best friends, we were more than friends,” she looks up to the sky. “It's such a beautiful sky, isn't it?”
You don't know what to say.
“I...I tried to protect you but...I can't recall...something bad happened...when I awoke I was in this body, doing these things that...that made no sense...I tried my hardest but...I never met you, did I?”
She shakes her head. “I killed a lot of people...god, I killed a lot of innocents. I'm...I'm really a failure of a hero, ain't I?”
She drops her head further down. “So I did the only thing I could, Silver. I opened a way for you,” she looks around. “They wanted to make a trap, you know? They wanted me to bring you here, and then they'd come down with planes and bombs and kill you. I couldn't let them.”
“I'm sorry, Silver,” she whispers. “I couldn't let them win.”
You gaze through Camerathing's eyes at Cheerie's tearful face. Her burnt half is crying, even as she stands sobbing in the midst of a carnage of Heroic troops and mutant corpses. “I couldn't let him win.”
She shakes her head. “I...I am ugly, right? I am so horrible right now...”
She weeps, bringing a hand to a small lock of hair she still holds on her head, pushing it back from her face. “I can't even cheer people on now. I...I barely remember you. I can't keep myself sane enough to even...to even manage more than this...I tried, Silver. I did try. But...but there's no hope. He wanted...he wanted me to bring you out in the open but I knew you wouldn't fall for it. So I didn't do what he wanted. I placed bombs. Nuclear bombs...I placed them in all the cities. All but Brave-city. I...I'm going to blow them up, Silver. I'm going to weaken the HEROES association. I...I would have wanted to meet you before today. I would have wanted to talk with you, to speak with you, to see you in person at least once but...I understand. I understand you couldn't come in person.”
Her shoulders tremble as she speaks, giving the vibe of a terribly frail girl -albeit half machine and half burned. “I...I'm sorry for what I did. Sorry won't bring anyone back...or won't stop the bombs from going off but...I'm sorry. I just wanted to speak with you once more. In person...just before...dying...”
You bring a hand to the monitor -you don't know if it's Silver or yourself that does that, but you do.
You are too far away to reach her in time, no matter what she decides to do.
“But well...I wanted to tell you this,” Cheerie exhales. “I know you don't remember anything of your past, I know you don't remember any of the training we endured together...I know you don't remember me at all...but I love you, Silver. I always loved you.”
She looks at the Camerathing. “This...is goodbye, Silver. You won't even cry for my death, I know...but...if only you had met with me once...if only you had stopped me...but you didn't,” she smiles sadly. “And a lot of people will die because you didn't.”
She chuckles bitterly. “But because of this...you get the shot at the Heroes association, Silver...I'm giving them to you. You can do this, can't you? You can stop them. You can stop all this pain from happening again. You can stop the future generations...what little will remain of them, from suffering.”
You bang against the monitor.
You could try to get closer to Cheerie's location. At the same time if you do that, you don't know if what she's saying is a trap or not.
But if you don't try...then maybe millions will die in the nuclear blasts.