"Dr. Light!" Rock called. "Where do you want this crate?"

The old scientist poked his head around the corner, answering, "Which…ah, yes! Take it to storage room 3. I'll need to remember where those parts are for my next experiment."

"Got it!" With a heave, Rock lifted the large metal crate over his head and made his way toward the staircase.

"Now let's see," Light murmured as he walked down the hall, "where did I leave that duster? I had it just a moment ago…"

Something gently poked him in the arm. Turning, he was met with a bespectacled woman in a lab coat brandishing the tool in question at him, saying, "Looking for this?"

"There it is! Thank you, Noele!"

Handing it over, LaLinde said, "You're in more trouble than I thought. It looks like you haven't properly organized this place in a month—how are you planning to get it clean by tomorrow?"

"Haha, I suppose I don't have much of a plan," Light said as he got to work. "We've been so busy with the press and final preparations that we haven't had a chance to do much cleaning. But I don't want anyone thinking I live in a dump!"

"You're hardly the first eccentric scientist to live in an organized mess. There's no need to be so self-conscious, Thomas."

Rock returned to the living room, already searching for a new task. Through the door walked a brown-haired girl in a green dress, carrying a rusted toolbox in each hand; he stopped and asked, "Do you need any help, Tempo?"

She didn't stop or turn, continuing straight ahead with a blank look on her face. "Negative. Situation under control."

Rock scratched his head as he stared after her. LaLinde looked from him to Tempo to Light, noticing that the other scientist's dusting had slowed considerably.

"…It's killing you not to say something, isn't it?" she said quietly.

Light smiled at her. "You came to help me out of a tight spot, Noele. I'm not so rude as to use the chance to criticize you."

LaLinde nodded. "Right…where's your broom? The lab floor needs swept up."

"Roll was using it last. Roll?"

"In here!" came a reply from the end of the hall.

Light followed the voice to its source, ending up in a large closet containing countless stacks of boxes. Roll knelt next to one on the floor, picking up the items that were strewn about to place inside of it; Rush stood on the opposite side of the container, helping as best he could, though there wasn't much the robotic canine could get a good grip on with his teeth.

"A box had fallen and broken open—must have happened some time while we were out," Roll explained. "I've almost got it back together!"

"Splendid! Say, could you tell me where the broom is?"

"I left it in the kitchen! It should be right beside the fridge."

"Thank you, my dear!"

As he turned to leave, he heard Roll hum in confusion. "Huh. What's this?"

Light looked back to see what she had. It was a rectangular device roughly the size of a tablet, made of black metal and adorned with two large gears—one red, one blue. The doctor paused for a very long moment before walking over.

"Oh," he said as he took the item, "I haven't seen this in years…this was made by an old friend of mine, during our college days. I forgot about it completely."

Roll stood up, carefully examining the device. "What does it do, Dr. Light?"

"It was designed to vastly increase a robot's abilities. With this system installed, their strength and speed could be amplified well beyond their normal limitations, enabling them to complete far more difficult tasks with ease."

"Wow! That sounds really useful!"

Light sighed. "Well, perhaps…but putting so much stress on a robot is very dangerous. Every robot who tested this system tore their own body apart in the process. I begged him to reconsider what he was doing, but he wouldn't listen: he only cared about increasing a robot's output, not what condition they wound up in."

"Oh…that's terrible. You were friends with someone like that?"

Chuckling, Light handed the device back to Roll. "There was a time we were friends. But because of this, we had quite the falling out. I've tried to get back in touch with him over the years, but it seems he's still not interested in patching things up."

Roll turned the device over, saying, "Do you really want to keep this? Doesn't it just bring up bad memories?"

"I believe it's still important to remember them just the same. Or, perhaps I'm just a sentimental old fool who's too reluctant to part with anything, ha ha ha…"

Roll smiled. She placed the device inside the box, closed it, and put it away, and then ran out into the hall with Rush on her heels. "I'll go get the broom for you!"

Light shut the door behind him and began to look for LaLinde. As he passed the staircase, he caught a flash of movement, and so descended into the lab to find his friend surveying the room. Her gaze lingered on what occupied the center of the floor: six humanoid forms of varying builds and sizes, standing inactive in a single line. LaLinde pursed her lips as she stood before them.

"Robots made to think and act independently," she said, "all about to be sent off on their own. Still not having any second thoughts?"

"None," Light said, coming up beside her. "The Robot Masters are going to do a lot of good, all around the world. Maybe it won't be easy, and maybe there are still risks, but I can't stop now knowing how great a help they will be to humanity."

LaLinde crossed her arms. "I don't doubt that. We've both tested the model thoroughly, and I have every confidence these robots will be useful. I'm asking if you've altered their cognitive parameters."

"I know. I haven't."

LaLinde slowly walked down the line, glancing over each robot she passed.

"If robots and humans are to coexist as true companions, then robots need identity. We can only truly help each other when we are all on equal footing."

"Are you still sure this is best, after everything that's happened? Identity, independence, emotions—they only compromise the Robot Masters' ability to perform their jobs. Haven't our prototypes proved that already?"

Light gave a sad smile. "It certainly has been hard…but Noele, despite everything, they've brought us so much joy, all of them! Isn't that worth it?"

LaLinde hesitated. Ultimately, she adjusted her glasses and stated, "They're robots, Thomas. Robots built to accomplish specific jobs. The efficiency at which they perform those jobs…that's all that really matters."

Frowning, Light looked over the robots, and then towards the equipment that ran up the nearest wall. To himself, he mumbled, "Albert used to say the same thing…"

"Dr. Light?" Roll called as she bounded down the stairs. "There you are! Here, I got the broom you asked for!"

"I'll take that," LaLinde said. "Thank you, Roll."

"Of course!"

LaLinde set to work, and Roll grinned up at the line of Robot Masters.

"I can't wait to wake them all up! They're going to be so happy at their new jobs!"

"I hope so," Light said, patting Roll on the head. "But we'll have to wait just a little longer. I promised I'd have an official unveiling, and I don't want any of them to wander off before then."

"Really? Activating one or two to help us get the place cleaned might not be such a bad idea."

Light stroked his beard as he considered this. It was at this point Rock appeared on the staircase, saying, "Dr. Light, we ran out of bleach! Should I run into town and get some?"

"Oh fiddlesticks," Light said. "Yes, Rock, please do. Oh, come to think of it, we're going to need some more window cleaner as well! And it might not be a bad idea to pick up a few tools while you're out…"

"I have some shopping to do too," Roll said. "Why don't I go with him?"

"That's an excellent idea!"

"Hey, can Tempo come too? An extra pair of hands to carry things would be nice."

After thinking a moment, LaLinde nodded.

"Great! We'll be back in a jiffy!"

"Take your time, kids," Light said. "You've been working exceptionally hard—you deserve a break. We'll keep at it in the meantime."

Roll hurried back up the stairs, and when her party was assembled they exited the lab and started down the long road that led into the city.

"Ah, it's good to get some fresh air!" Roll said. "It's so nice out today!"

"I don't know that 'fresh air' really does much when we don't have lungs," Rock said.

"Oh, hush. There's still a psychological benefit! Right, Tempo?"

The other girl continued to stare forward blankly. "Working conditions irrelevant. On route to complete assigned task."

Roll frowned, exchanging a look with Rock. Her attention was drawn away as Rush dashed off the path towards a bush; he stuck his head inside the shrub, sniffed around a bit, and then barked twice.

"What did you find, boy?" Roll asked as she went to join him. She pushed the branches aside to see a ball lying on the ground. "Oh, that's where that got to. I was worried we'd lost it for good!"

As she picked it up, Rush shuffled back excitedly, his tail wagging at a rapid pace. Giggling, Roll threw the ball down the path, and Rush took off after it, barking happily as he went.

"I hope we'll get to visit the other Robot Masters once they're working," Rock said. "Dr. Light wants to monitor them for a while, so maybe we'll get more chances to play with them."

"Hope so," Roll said, "but those guys are programmed to be really serious about their work. Convincing them to play might be pretty tough."

"Yeah, you might be right…"

Rush came scampering back, dropping the ball in Roll's hand and then jumping back to see if she would throw it again. Roll reared back, but then paused; turning to Tempo, she offered the toy, saying, "Here, why don't you try?"

Tempo took the ball and stared at it.

"Just give it a throw!"

She complied. Rush ran off again, and Tempo's expression remained unchanged.

"…Well," Rock said, "where should we go first when we get to town?"

"Probably the hardware store," Roll said. "It's right on the way in, and I doubt it'll take long. Then we'll see where to go from there."

"Come to think of it, should we check the P.O. box while we're here? Dr. Light didn't mention it, but—"

"No, that's good thinking! It's probably stuffed already with letters about the Robot Masters, we should get a jump on sorting it."

Rush bounded back up to them. Roll took the ball and prepared to throw, but suddenly the sound of an explosion cut through the air. Shock paralyzed her for a moment, and a hesitant fear swelled as she turned around. Light Labs could still be seen in the distance, but now, there was a thick column of smoke pouring out from it.

"Oh no…!"

They ran back as fast as they could. Slamming open the door, they found that the main house seemed to be intact, so the robots sped downstairs to the lab. What they saw was an entire wall completely reduced to rubble, the rest of the room in shambles; doctors Light and LaLinde lay on the floor, while a strange, saucer-like contraption floated in the air above them.

"What's going on?" Roll shouted. "Dr. Light, are you okay?!"

"Hm?" came an unfamiliar voice. "What's this? More of your lauded creations, Light?"

A hatch opened atop the saucer, and out popped an older man clad in a lab coat, sporting a gray mustache and hair that fell into two spiky messes separated by a large bald spot. As he grinned hideously at the scene, Light looked up and muttered, "Roll…Rock...be careful…"

Tempo took a step forward. "Dr. LaLinde, do you require assistance?"

"S-Stay back, Tempo!" LaLinde said, a frantic look in her eyes. "Don't come any closer!"

"Hmph, so these are the prototypes, then?" the man said. "Not worth my time! The six I've already got loaded up will do quite nicely, I think! Nehehehehehe!"

Light began to push himself up. Rock and Roll moved to help him, but he held up a hand to stop them. "Please, Albert, don't—"

"Don't talk like we're still friends, Light!" the man said, pounding his fist against the saucer. "It's Wily! Dr. Wily! And it's a name the world will at last come to fear and respect, once I show just how easily your precious, overpromoted Robot Masters can be bent to my will! Once I reprogram them, I'll use them to—OW!"

His speech was cut off as a broom struck him in the head. Glaring forward, he spotted Roll standing there with a furious gaze of her own, the small robot saying, "You've got a lot of nerve! Why don't you come down here and talk instead of hiding in that ridiculous car, you coward?"

"Hrm…seems your creations will vex me until the end," Wily grumbled. "Well, I've got what I came for. You'll be seeing your Robot Masters again very soon, Light…but they'll be operating under a very different directive! Look forward to it!"

With a cackle, Wily retreated back into his saucer, and the vehicle rose into the sky and shot off into the distance. Rock and Roll went to Light's side, while Tempo helped LaLinde to her feet; Rush was already busy circling the lab, using his built-in fire extinguisher to douse some equipment that had been set ablaze in Wily's break-in.

"Who was that?" Rock asked. "Why did he take the Robot Masters?"

"Albert Wily…" Light said, looking very distant. "My old friend…how did it come to this?"

"There's no time to lament, Thomas," LaLinde said. "With the abilities those Robot Master wield, they could cause untold devastation—nothing the people can muster will be enough to stop them! We have to think of a counter-strategy, and fast!"

"Y-Yes, of course." Light slowly stood up. "There must be something we can do…something…but what could stop the Robot Masters? They were designed to be in a league all their own. Even the most deadly combat machine wouldn't stand a chance…"

The doctors walked over to the side of the lab, beginning to take stock of what equipment was still functional. Roll stayed where she was for the moment, staring through the open wall and off in the direction Wily had gone.

"…What about another Robot Master?" she asked.

Light turned around. "Another…well, perhaps that would be our best chance. Unfortunately, I sincerely doubt we have the time or resources to make a new Robot Master from scratch."

"It doesn't have to be a new one, though."

"Hm? What do you mean, Roll?"

Roll faced him, saying, "I'm already functional. If you use me as a base, but modify me for combat, then I can go stop the others from hurting anyone!"

Light just stood there at first, gaping. Then, he started, saying, "Roll, what—what are you saying?! I can't send you out there to fight the others! It's much too dangerous! There's no telling what could happen to you!"

"You said this was our best chance! If we don't do anything, then Wily will be free to cause as much chaos as he wants, and we can't just let that happen!"

LaLinde watched Light with concern, hugging Tempo close. "…It…would be an easy upgrade."

Light whirled on her. "What?! Noele, you can't seriously be considering this!"

"What other options do we have, Thomas? How else can we quickly produce a robot on the same level as the Masters Wily's reprogramming as we speak? I know you don't like it, but our circumstances are looking rather grim at the moment."

He struggled to think of a reply. Turning back to Roll, he paused a moment, and then came forward and knelt down next to her.

"Roll," he said. "If we do this, you're going to have to fight…and potentially destroy the other Robot Masters. Is that really something you're prepared to do?"

Roll stopped to think, wanting to be sure of her answer. "I mean…of course I'd rather not have to fight them. They're family, too. But Wily's already taken them away—there's no way to change that. Now, all I can do is stop him from using them to hurt people, and…" She looked up into Light's eyes, her face set. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes. So please, Dr. Light: let me do this! I promise I'll stop them all!"

Sadness emanated from Light as he took this in. But eventually, he hugged Roll, and said, "Alright. If you're being so brave, then I will be too. Come on, Roll…let's begin the process."


The city was in shambles. Screams and sirens filled the air, punctuated by periodic explosions as people desperately ran for cover. In the square, a gigantic screen displayed a news report on the disaster, but it was soon cut off, replaced by a recording of Wily.

"Greetings, everyone! My name is Doctor Albert Wily, the most brilliant scientist of our age! Yet despite my genius, time and again my work has been passed over and discarded, while the work of amateurs like Thomas Light hog all the attention! I had heard he was on the brink of unveiling his latest masterpiece: autonomous machines known as Robot Masters, which he claimed would revolutionize the world! Bah! I've had enough of being overshadowed by that bleeding heart! If this world is too dull to show me the proper respect…then I'll simply have to reshape the world in my own image, and force you all to grovel at my feet! And it just so happens, I found some robots lying around who supposedly possess the power to reshape the world. That's right: I have reprogrammed Dr. Light's Robot Masters! His pathetic coding was no match for my skills! Now panic, all of you! At my command, the Robot Masters will tear apart this world, all so that I can rebuild it! I look forward to ruling over you miserable cretins…that is, those of you who survive! Nehahaha—"

A bomb hit the screen, shattering it and sending the fragments crashing down onto the pavement. Standing below was a heavy-set robot with a black and orange torso, his feet, arms, and head colored yellow (save his small orange Mohawk). Another bomb appeared in his hand, and he tossed it up and down casually.

"What a windbag," he said. "Why'd he send me someplace so boring? None of these humans are even trying to put up a fight!"

He threw the bomb at a nearby building. Before it made contact, however, some kind of blast hit the explosive, detonating it at a safe range and leaving the structure unscathed.

"Eh?"

The robot turned to see who had fired the shot. Standing down the street was a small robot girl, wearing a simple deep pink dress with a stripe of lighter pink down the front outlined in buttons, and black fabric covering her upper arms and legs. She had large armored boots that were also deep pink, as was the round armor encasing her left forearm, the buster cannon attached to her right, and the rounded helmet through which poked a blonde ponytail held in place by a green bow.

"Bomb Man!" she shouted. "Stand down right this second!"

"…Roll?" he said. He paused to laugh. "What's with the getup? I'm not here to play with you, ya know!"

Scowling, she fired another shot, this one sailing right past Bomb Man's head. "I'm not here to play either."

Bomb Man tilted his head. "…You serious? You really think you can fight me? You're just a lab assistant! I'm a demolition master! You don't stand a chance!"

"I'd rather you come peacefully, but I'll do what I have to! You're being used by Wily to hurt innocent people—how can you stand that? Come home, Bomb Man, and Dr. Light can fix your programming so you can do what you were meant to do!"

Bomb Man laughed, creating a bomb in each hand. "Sorry Roll, no can do. But if you're really willing to give this a try, then I'll take you on. Just try to give me a good fight!"

Roll strafed to avoid the incoming bombs, keeping her buster steady as she returned fire. Bomb Man leapt over the blasts and threw another bomb, so Roll ducked to the side, slid behind a piece of rubble, and waited.

"Roll!" came Dr. Light's voice. "Be especially careful: even with the reinforced armor we gave you, you won't be able to take many of those explosions!"

"It's okay, doctor," Roll said, "I'm not planning to get hit!"

Her cover exploded behind her. Turning, Roll saw more bombs coming, and so took off in a sprint to get clear. Bomb Man laughed as he bounded after her.

"Come on, show me what you can do!" he shouted. "Weren't you gonna do whatever was necessary to stop me? Take it up a notch!"

Roll prepared to fire, but thought better of it. Instead charging energy in her buster, she ran towards another pile of rubble, staying in front of it this time as she stooped to pick up a loose stone. She continued to dodge until Bomb Man was just leaving the ground—throwing the stone at the nearest bomb, it exploded into a thick cloud of smoke that obscured both combatants' fields of view. While Roll doubled back the way she had come, she calculated the trajectory of Bomb Man's jump and fired into the cloud, hearing the shot make contact and a short grunt from Bomb Man.

"Haha…not bad!" Bomb Man said as he landed. "Maybe you can put up a fight!"

Bomb Man began rapidly hurling bombs, keeping his feet firmly planted as he watched Roll's movements. Roll was on the run again, the explosions staying only a step behind her; she tried to counterattack, but Bomb Man was easily able to dodge before resuming his stream of attacks.

"Find cover!" Light suggested. "If you can stay out of sight, you may be able to get around him for a surprise attack!"

"Got it!" Roll said, shooting one of the bombs in mid-air.

Expecting another blind shot, Bomb Man dodged backward and kept his eyes peeled. When nothing came, he prepared more bombs, only to realize as the smoke cleared that Roll was nowhere in sight.

"Aw, come on, Roll!" he called. "You were just starting to give me a good fight! Don't leave me hanging!"

Crouched behind a broken brick wall, Roll grumbled, "You always did have a short fuse…"

As her foe started to lob bombs at random, Roll stayed low and crept behind the wall, peeking out where she felt it was safe so that she could keep track of where Bomb Man was. Soon she ran out of wall, and quickly charged energy while watching Bomb Man through a small opening. He was throwing bombs in the opposite direction. Springing up, Roll fired the shot. It nearly connected, but Bomb Man twisted around just in time, simultaneously throwing a bomb that struck Roll before she could dodge. All she could register was pain as the explosion hurled her back into the ruined building, slamming hard into the opposite wall. The overtaxed foundation shuddered at the impact, and with a loud creak, what remained of the building's second floor began to collapse.

"Roll, get out of there!" LaLinde shouted.

With seconds to spare, Roll jumped forward and vaulted over the wall she had been hiding behind, feeling a rush of air as the rubble came crashing down behind her. Bomb Man was waiting. He hurled another explosive at her, but she didn't stop moving: she slid underneath the bomb, charging energy once again, and unleashed it all at Bomb Man the instant she stood back up. The blast sent him reeling.

"Whew," Roll sighed. "That was close!"

Bomb Man laughed as he got back up. "Well I'll be! I have to say, Roll, I never expected you'd be the one to finally challenge me!"

"So are you satisfied? It's not too late to come home peacefully, Bomb Man!"

He just shook his head, already holding a new bomb. "You don't get it, do you? Whatever my old programming was, it's gone now! Right now, all I know is that I need to destroy as much as possible, just like Wily ordered me to do! As long as I'm functional, I have to do everything in my power to fulfill that directive!"

Roll raised her buster. "…That's too bad. I guess I don't have a choice, then."

The crossfire began anew. Roll focused on evading while staying close to Bomb Man, managing to hit him with a few shots and prompting him to jump back. Sliding forward a few times, Roll closed the distance, forcing Bomb Man to retreat even further. She stumbled a bit as the edge of an explosion singed her, but didn't let the slip-up cost her. Eventually, Bomb Man was forced to leap back again, this time landing inside a half-wrecked building.

"Hah!" he said as he formed a bomb. "Now I've got cover! Let's see you—"

Roll shot the bomb before it left his hand. The explosion knocked Bomb Man to floor, and disturbed his surroundings enough that the entire structure shook. Bomb Man tried to get up, but he wasn't quick enough, and he disappeared beneath a rain of bricks.

"Sorry, Bomb Man," Roll said as she finally lowered her buster. "We'll repair you later, I promise."

"Well done, Roll!" Light said. "Do you think you can get him out of there? There's something—"

The rubble exploded suddenly, and a badly injured Bomb Man staggered to his feet. Glaring forward, he said, "Don't think…that's enough…to finish me!"

Roll took aim again as he limped forward. She hesitated at first, seeing how weakly he shambled towards her, but when he summoned another bomb she knew she had to act. The explosive detonated in Bomb Man's grasp once again, this one being enough to rip apart his damaged frame and bring the fight to a decisive end. Roll stared blankly at what was left of him.

"…Well…that solves that, I suppose," Light said quietly. "Roll, can you set a hand on him for a moment?"

Roll looked up as if snapping out of a trance. "Huh? Oh, um, okay."

She knelt next to Bomb Man's remains, placing her hand on one of his arms and waiting. Data suddenly came rushing in, and before she had a chance to process it, her outfit turned green and white. Roll pulled her hand back in surprise.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Since we didn't have time to properly equip you for the battles ahead, we installed something that will allow you to equip yourself as you progress," Light explained. "The Variable Weapon System has the ability to download weapon data from other robots, as long as you're able to place your palm on them for a few seconds. Now, in addition to your buster, you'll have access to Bomb Man's Hyper Bomb!"

Roll held out her hand and focused. Sure enough, a bomb sprang into existence, and she lobbed it skyward to watch it explode. "Oh…"

"One thing to be mindful of," broke in LaLinde. "Weapons downloaded this way have a limited ammo supply, unlike your default buster. There are ways to replenish it, but while you're out there, you'll need to think carefully about when and where to use them."

"I see. Okay, I'll remember."

"Roll," Light said, "are you alright?"

Roll looked down at Bomb Man. "I'm…a little upset, I guess. But I'm ready to move on."

"Roll, if you've changed your mind—"

"No, definitely not! If I did, then Bomb Man…well, I've already beaten him, so now I have to see this through."

Light sighed. "I see. Very well. Hold tight while we program the next co-ordinates."

As he worked, Roll kept staring at Bomb Man's broken body, feeling an ache deep in her cognitive systems.

We'll rebuild him. When this is all over, he'll be back to his old self, and he can go to work helping people like Dr. Light wanted. It's up to me to get us there as soon as I can. I'll keep fighting to bring things back to the way they were.


Notes:

-Today is Mega Man's 32nd anniversary, so what better day to kick off a Mega Man project I've been planning for so long! With this, I'm officially embarking on the Roll-Reversal AU project, a collection of fics that rework the various Mega Man series with their respective Roll as the main character! That's not going to be the only change, of course: I'll be taking several other liberties in the adaptation, sort of like rewriting each series in my own style using the change of lead as a starting point. If you've read my Shooting Star Sonia series, it'll be similar to that, though these won't be as in-depth as that series—for Classic alone that'd mean 11 full-length stories, and I just don't know if I have that much in me. Super Fighting Roll will be a single story divided into self-contained arcs, adapting (and in most cases mixing) elements of the Classic games to streamline the process and avoid getting repetitive. For the time being, the plan is to write a complete arc, then post it chapter-by-chapter, because I really like having regular updates and this seems the best way to achieve that. This first arc is only three chapters, and for the anniversary I'll be posting them in rapid succession with 1-2 tomorrow and 1-3 the day after. I hope you enjoy!

-One of the first big changes you see is the inclusion of elements from the Archie Mega Man comic. I won't be leaning too far into it, but I really like Tempo and feel she and LaLinde have something to add to this iteration of the story as well, though for now it may feel like something of a slow burn. Trust me, I've got a plan!

-Also, yes, Rush is around earlier, but he won't be equipped to assist Roll in the field until next arc. Here he starts out as a regular family pet robot dog.

-Roll's combat design is actually taken from official artwork that was used on the Mega Man Twitter to promote Mega Man 11. With the pose used it's hard to tell, but I think the design may have also featured a heart-shaped chest plate? I decided to leave that out though—she already looks a lot like Harp Note without it, and I didn't want anyone thinking I was just copying her design here.

-One thing I was considering doing is what MM11 did: changing Roll's helmet and arm whenever she uses the Variable Weapon System. However, the idea of doing that for, what, 80? More Robot Masters sounds like a daunting task, and one that will probably turn out repetitive designs fairly quick. Plus, several of the color palettes used for Special Weapons don't actually match the Robot Master they're taken from, so I'd have to reconcile that. Maybe Roll will get an upgrade in a future arc if I change my mind, but for now I'm keeping it simple.