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Chapters will be short and infrequent, because I'm currently working on a dozen stories all at once. Sorry.
Of course, encouraging and helpful reviews could change my mind. . .
I hope that you enjoy the fic!


The moon was high in the sky, but the constant pollution from Robotropolis made it impossible to see.
Within that realm of gloom and decay, a lone figure darted from one trash heap to another, intent on his goal.
He was of course, Sonic the Hedgehog. The champion of the Freedom Fighters, and hero of Mobius. He. . .

"Yo, you're blowing my cover. Can you tone it down?"

Oh, I'm sorry . . . he was on a late night mission to destroy Robotnik's back up generator, in preparation for a planned assault on the factory.

Back on the outskirts, Princess Sally paced nervously, staring at her portable computer, Nicole.
"Come on, Sonic . . . get out of there. . ."

"Ten seconds to ignition, Sally." Nicole reported emotionlessly. "Nine seconds, Sally." "Eight. . ."
Sally wasn't really listening, she didn't have to. Her heart was beating in time to the countdown, and Sonic had yet to appear. If he was still inside when the bombs went off . . . well, Sally didn't even want to think of it.

"Seven. . ." Sonic muttered as he sped across the roof of a filthy building. "Six. . ." He was airborne now, touching down on the pavement below. "Five. . ." He could hear a distant boom, the first of the bombs had gone off. "Four. . ." The ground trembled as the generator began to overload.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the generator is about to explode!" Snively reported miserably from his station. "It will be destroyed in Three. . ."

"Two. . ." Sally felt her heart leap into her throat, would Sonic make it?

"One!" Sonic finished, straining to get out of there.

"Zero." Nicole finished as a series of explosions rocked Robotropolis. A loud crash told them that the generator building had been demolished.

"SONIC!" Sally cried out, scanning the rising dust desperately.
"The odds of surviving the explosion, are. . ." Nicole started, only be to cut off by being stuffed in Sally's boot.
"Don't talk to me about odds." The princess muttered coldly, still watching.

A figure soon appeared in the smoke as it blew from the burning trash and buildings, filtering toward the forest. It staggered out . . . and collapsed into pieces.
Sally gasped, then realized that it was only a battered Swatbot.
"Oh, Sonic. . .!" It was getting to her now, and she sank to her knees, staring at the mess in front of them. The thing to do was to head home and report what she knew; mourning here, prematurely wouldn't help anyone. . .
"Hey, Sal. What's up?" Sally gasped at the concerned shout, lifting her eyes as another figure jogged out, bearing the unmistakable spiky hairdo and blue hide of. . . "Sonic!"
"Whoa!" Sonic grinned as he was spontaneously hugged, and got a grip on Sally before she fell off. "You weren't worried about the ol' hedgehog, were you?"

Sally wiped a tear away. "Not a bit. . ." She smiled back. "Let's go home, Sonic."
Sonic nodded and revved up, slipping once on a little oil from the Swatbot before sweeping into the woods with Sally safely in his arms.



"Snively, explain to me again . . . how the HEDGEHOG . . . ELUDED MY SECURITY!!!"
Snively whimpered at the mechanical rasp that was currently giving him a verbal flaying. "I . . . I'm not quite sure, sir. . ." He offered weakly.
"Then you must MAKE sure that you know. That I know." Robotnik loomed ominously before turning away.
Snively gave a little sigh of relief and trotted off to find a fresh pair of pants.

Robotnik meanwhile, had entered a small laboratory complete with a covered form on an operating table. He placed a metal hand on the cloth. "That blasted hedgehog has set me back for the last time! It would seem that you must awaken prematurely, my dear. . ."
He ripped the cloth away, the scene cutting to a new angle to reveal the shadowed figure of some sort of Mobian with waves and waves of spiked hair.

Robotnik moved aside, grinning in anticipation as a robotic drone rolled over expectantly. "ACTIVATE!" He commanded. "Activating, Sir!!" The drone obeyed.
Connecting wires popped and sizzled as they were pulled free. A pair of large, heavily lashed eyelids trembled in response before lifting very slowly, halfway revealing two deep blue eyes.
Robotnik smiled in pleasure, then turned to the drone, which was now wildly waving its arms. "It's alive! ALIVE!!!" At Robotnik's stare, the drone quickly lowered its arms and sweatdropped.

The figure on the table blinked those expressive eyes before closing them in concentration, struggling to sit up. Robotnik watched in satisfaction as his latest creation took its first look at him, and swung a pair of shapely legs over the edge of the table before crossing them in a suggestive pose. Then the android spoke its first words.
"Well, hello." Robotnik stepped forward, but his creations next words caused him to halt.
"You must be . . . Botsy."