Hello to all, this is BioCobra and here is the fanfic I promised to deliver upon my signing up to this site. I got into writing it when I first read the Archie Sonic comic arc involving Scourge and his invasion of Mobius, and I just built up this idea in my head about how I wanted to make a story which had elements of that arc but deviated to suit a much bigger background. This grew and grew and results in what you are now reading. My plan for this is to post a chapter each time I finish a chapter on my laptop, so time between posts will vary accordingly.

Sonic and all related characters are the copyright of either Sega or Archie comics.

Bionics, Diamond Alpha and Creator's Diamond are of my own imagining.

Sildan and Alzain are my brother's creation. Credit goes to him.

The Great Creator and Diabolus borrow from Christianity in terms of religious context. No offence is meant to any religious believers who may read this.

Now, enough of my ramblings, I'll let you read on. Hope you enjoy!


Machina Deus

Prologue: Diamond Alpha

There are many different preconceptions about the nature of the universe, and there are many species that have and will continue to attempt to unlock advanced knowledge of the definitive answer. The sad and simple fact is of course that many races never truly find out in their time and even if by some twist of fate they do, it never passes on to the rest of the universe. A popular theory on the matter is that all universes and dimensions are stacked up against one another in a line, and this is almost true. Instead of a line, the Multiverse (As the conglomerate of universes and dimensions is known) is formed more like a collection of cells in an organism; an insanely huge multi-cellular structure with millions of infinitely large cells.

Another thing that many species in the Multiverse conspire over is the ultimate question 'Who created all this? Why were we created? Do we have any purpose?' Everything was created by someone, this is the truth, but very nearly no one is ever to know who or why: No mortal at any rate, and if they find out it is forbidden of them to share their knowledge with anyone beyond their own world. The Great Creator of All Things Holy, as explicitly known by His followers, is responsible for the creation of everything living; be it mortal or divine. He did not however create Chaos Tainted, undead or anything as damned as that ilk. He is omniscient, omnipotent, eternal and beyond the need for a single physical being.

The Great Creator does not bother Himself to exist on any of the secondary realities He has conjured up, but resides as He always has in the Alpha Dimension. He lives upon a magnificent star, larger than the largest Hypergiants, forged entirely of a mystical, ridiculously powerful substance referred to as Creator's Diamond or, in very specific circumstances, Chaos Diamond. The exact method of creation will be mentioned later in our tale, but needless to say, it held power of biblical proportions.

For example, a Creator's Diamond shard the size of a large pebble had the power to affect an entire planet, so it's hard to imagine how much power is held in a Creator's Diamond 10,000,000,000,000 miles high and wide exactly. This is the pinnacle and extension of the Creator's material influence in the Multiverse, glowing in a rainbow of the colours of Chaos Untainted; the Diamond Alpha.

Upon the Diamond Alpha resides the Spire Primus, standing at a majestic 65000 miles high, and upon which the Great Creator Himself lives and watches over all creation. Around this are the six 50000 mile high Celestial Spires of His Concilium, His elite among the gods that serve Him. Stretched thin over all the rest of the Star are the 10000 mile high Spires of the ten thousand other gods that directly owe subservience to the Great Creator. None of the gods, even the billions of them independent of His rule, dare speak His name, for to do so was seen as sacrilegious, a curse, and risked the Creator visiting His wrath upon that unlucky individual. It was also, on a more practical note, a dangerous compromise to the secrecy necessary to His existence.

Inside the star is locked the infinite realm where all the souls of the dead who are not lost to the void go to spend eternity in paradise, and is known simply as Elysium. The deific population of the Diamond Alpha all have a say in the decisions made about the Multiverse, and their planets or galaxies in particular, by the Great Creator, but they have no true direct influence unless given permission by Him. It is now going to be one of those times, for a crisis is stirring on a particular planet in one of the prime universes; a crisis that could threaten the security and safety of the Multiverse and even the Diamond Alpha.


"This matter would sooner be dealt with by the blades of one of my acolytes!"

In the massive council chambers of the Diamond Alpha, Bionics watched the events unfolding before him with his blue, mechanical left eye and exhaled slowly. The council was going through its routine vigour, where debates were never raised too far and everyone could reach an agreement, all except for Alzain; the god of assassins. Assassination was still a major part of death and politics, even now. Mortals always had a terrible knack for corruption and Alzain obviously wanted to capitalise on this entirely. Even Bionics had to admit in his mortal days he had come close to being consumed by vengeance and an intruding evil. His hand instinctively reached for his left eye. He felt a tingling in the socket as the painful memory of those long and bloody years... He shook off the memory. It was not worth considering here and now of all times.

"Hey, are you feeling all right?" Sildan, god of psychokinesis and Chaos Indiscriminate, anthropomorphic black and white humanoid hedgehog, as well as Bionics' personal best friend, looked at him with a concerned expression as he sat next to him on the long table just next to the Concilium's seats.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Thank you for your consideration" Bionics replied smiling. Sildan smiled back and both of them turned back to the dispute raised by Alzain. The god of assassins cried out lividly "It would be the easiest way to solve your problem, many of your problems in fact..."

"Do not presume to overstep your authority, Alzain, matters more delicate and precise than most require a slow and bloodless approach. Learn to respect that." the Great Creator said with reverence.

Alzain's face contorted with anger and astonishment. "I... yes High Lord" he said, grudgingly. The Great Creator expression remained beatific and he clasped his hands together. "Excellent, now that is the end of this gathering, good day to you all."

The entire council of gods rose from their seats and most simply vanished, translocating to their Spires to oversee the tasks assigned to them. Other walked out through the doors and then flew out.

"Good luck, mate" Sildan said to Bionics as they stood facing each other.

"You too, friend" Bionics replied, clapping Sildan on the shoulder with his mechanical right arm. Sildan did likewise with his right hand, and then vanished in a flash of teal coloured light.

The next council to decide the Multiverse' fate was at last over, and the more important business of Bionics' between himself and the Great Creator could start. He concentrated and translocated to the Spire Primus' entrance before beginning the long walk to the Creator's chambers. Bionics was a member of the Concilium, the chosen 6 that served as the Creator's finest servants and agents. It was odd that most of the gods on the Diamond Alpha chose the anthropomorphic animals as their primary physical template, and Bionics had never understood why they did so.

They could change their appearance to suit whatever species saw them, but when other gods saw them it was more often than not as anthropomorphic animals. Bionics was, like his friend, a hedgehog, but he was deep purple, with three head quills, shaped in a triangle, each spine arching inwards towards the centre of the back of his head. His organic right eye's iris was also blue, and he usually always wore matte purple powered body armour, a white cloak with a pair of purple wings attached to a broadsword, which had seven distinct colours on it. He also had a purple helmet with a shiny black tinted visor which he only wore in thick combat. This armour covered all parts of him save his right mechanical arm, which was coloured chrome silver.

The Concilium of the Creator, at present, was made up of the opposing aspects of nature. There were the gods of life and death, the two building blocks for the Multiverse, in that anything mortal created by the Creator's hand would also wither away to keep the population in balance. There were the gods of all things Light and all things Dark. These two kept the natural harmony of the Multiversal mind state, balancing the good and evil in all creatures' hearts. Finally, there were the gods of all things organic and artificial, keeping the balance of natural beauty and artificial efficiency.

Bionics was the machine god, the Machina Deus, the god of all artificial creations and he was very honoured to hold his position on the Concilium at his age. Most of those gods were ancient, dating back to the origins of the Great Creator, quintillions of years ago. Bionics was just 12,028 years old, but had great wisdom in machines, of the ways of the Creator, and sadly in warfare.

His left, artificial eye which served as his main source of vision doubled up as an inhumanly accurate targeting system; tinted blue, digital and cold. His bionic arm too housed a horrible array of nanotechnologically compacted weapons; a Gatling laser, a stun blaster, a sniper laser, an anti-vehicle palm laser, a 'Seismic Fist' and a flamethrower.

His personal arsenal also included his own special silver coloured pistol. It was based off of the ancient Desert Eagle Mark XIX. It had a holographic sight based off of the old EOTech model mounted on the top at the front on a Picatinny rail. There was also a targeting laser slung under the barrel. For up close and personal, he had his energy katanas, empty hilts which flared to produce 2 ½ foot long green curved blades.

That wasn't even the final bit. The two hilts would fold away into two half hilts, and these could then be combined to create a 5 foot long energy nodachi, a very potent long bladed sword with a purple glow. He also had a 2 ½ foot scabbard and hilt on the left side of his hip, with his most powerful weapon sheathed within...

Enough! Bionics shook off the thoughts of the implements of death that laid waiting within him and thought of the peace and Multiversal balance for which all the gods of the Diamond Alpha had strived for forever. Through all our efforts it must be done. Bionics finally reached the grand door and the regal white carpet that denoted the most holy chambers of the Great Creator. They opened of their own accord as he made to step inside.

The room was the most grand and regal location on the Diamond Alpha, and perhaps even the Multiverse. There were the massive pillars, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the table, the ornaments and the frames for ancient and priceless tapestries, even the grand throne of the Great Creator Himself; all carved from the Creator's Diamond and all glowed the seven fundamental colours of Chaos Untainted. The Transparency of Creator's Diamond could be changed on a whim by the Creator, or he who mastered that much that was allocated to him by the Creator.

The Great Creator Himself was seated on His magnificent throne, sitting in anticipation of Bionics' arrival. "Ah, Bionics, at last" He said in a cool and soothing voice.

"Most High Lord" Bionics said, kneeling on one knee in respect to Him.

"Bionics, do stand, you know my views on how we in the Concilium conduct ourselves with equality."

"As you say Lord, but some habits die hard. Of course there is also the fact that I believe it proper to show you my respect at all times."

The Great Creator allowed a smile to spread across His face. "As you wish, however, I fear we must move on with our most urgent topic."

"Yes my Lord, do continue" Bionics said with rapt attention.

The Creator stood and made His way to an intricately fashioned plinth with a bowl on top full of many colours, and allowed these swirling colours to manifest themselves into coherent and moving, three dimensional shapes. "There is a great threat looming, a threat that could expose us to the rest of the Multiverse, and lead to our very destruction."

"How is this possible?" Bionics inquired with sudden look of fear adorning his face.

"The forces of Chaos Tainted have been waiting in the shadows of the Multi-verse and the pits of the void space in between, growing in power, growing in influence in all the darkest places. Now they have reached the precipice of their plans, and now seek a body of great strength with a weak and vulnerable mind which will act as the vassal of their leader."

"What leader, my Lord?" Bionics grew more restless with every word said. He feared he already knew the answer, and did not want to hear it.

"Diabolus: It is he who ascends now."

Bionics nearly recoiled at the mention of the name "By the Diamond Alpha, Diabolus!" Diabolus the infinitely-damned was the most terrible threat in all of the Multiverse. He was once the most favoured servant of the Great Creator, until his desire for power, unwatched by the Creator, corrupted him and drove him to attempt to take the Diamond Alpha for his own. He failed, and was cast out into the void space to wither away.

Diabolus did not wither away. Sustained by his hunger for power and his unending hatred of the Great Creator and His servants, he created Chaos Tainted to serve as his malicious minions, along with creating the undead to serve a similar purpose. With this twisted power and mighty armies to serve his every whim, he had made countless attacks on the material universes in vain attempts to escape his prison in the immaterial void and be able to make his last and ultimate attack on the Diamond Alpha itself.

"If there is even the slightest chance that Diabolus can gain access to the material realm, then he must be stopped at all costs!" Bionics said with his face setting into his serious military expression.

"Indeed Bionics" the Great Creator responded gravely, "that is why I called you here now, that is why you are the only one to know about this: You must be the one to stop him. You are my most trusted tactician in the realms of conflict, you have the right morals too, and you are familiar with where you must take this battle."

"My Lord, you trust this great service to me? Do you really believe me capable of dealing with this sort of crisis?" At these words, the Great Creator smiled warmly "I can think of no-one finer. You are young by the standards of the gods, but in your time you have served efficiently and without question or hesitation. I trust you in this matter, are you prepared to go soon?"

Bionics arched his back upwards and nodded curtly at his Lord and master. "Yes my Lord. Might I inquire as to the target destination?"

"You might indeed" the Great Creator waved His hand and the image inside the plinth changed to show a vaguely familiar planet. "Template Universe Prime, the Milky Way galaxy, star designation Sol, intersystem coordinates 1.618. You know the planet well enough." And Bionics did know it. The familiarity now clarified and he was staring at the planet he had once called home: Mobius.

Once known as Earth when Bionics had existed upon its surface he had fought a great war against a foul demon in vengeance of it murdering his brother and destroying his body enough so that he had to have bionic replacements built in, which he had upgraded to military grade. It was after this that the Great Creator had gifted Bionics with godhood and tempered his soul.

After his ascension Bionics had witnessed the coming the Xorda and their systematic destruction of all human life by bombarding the planet with their Gene Bombs. They not only succeeded in killing all but a very fortunate few humans, but forced the evolution of the rest of the planet's animal kingdom to evolve into the anthropomorphised humanoid creatures that inhabited the planet, now rechristened Mobius by the animals, who were now the Mobians.

What the records did not tell, because they had been destroyed in the Xorda attack, was that there were anthropomorphic animals before said attack. Humans had been experimenting, successfully and with ethnic governmental support, on animals to give them a level of humanoid responses and intelligence equal and excelling those of humans. Bionics had been one of three children, two brothers and a sister, born to two parents who were created by the program.

Each of the Furries (as the human race had so colourfully nicknamed them) had been given citizenship across the planet and had integrated comfortably into society. All of the first generation was killed in the Xorda bombardment, as their genetically engineered bodies were not strong enough to survive forced evolution. The second generation Furries had either devolved exponentially into the most basic organisms or found shelter in stasis provided by Bionics himself to hide from the world for many centuries. Their descendants had been some of the premier Furries to re-establish civilisation on Mobius.

Bionics awoke from his deep and sorrowful trail of thought to find that he had slackened ever so slightly at seeing the planet Mobius swathed in the colours of the image's ethereal frame.

"I trust you are well?" The question the Creator had asked was concerned but His stance and facial expression had not changed.

"... I will be alright" Bionics replied as he regained his composure.

"I hope so. Now, can you be ready to take your Battle Spire, your troops and your ship to Mobius Prime?" Bionics stood to attention and placed his mechanical fist over his heart "yes my Lord."

"Excellent, then this meeting is concluded. I wish you the best of luck my young friend. But remember this also; you must protect Mobius itself from any taint. There is, at this time on the planet, a war. This war has many sides and threatens to tear the planet asunder, bring peace to this planet Bionics, and then deal with Diabolus and his malign scheme."

"Understood my Lord" Bionics bowed, then spun on his heel, and walked sharply out of the magnificent chamber.

A split second later he instantly disappeared and reappeared on the flat top of his Celestial Spire, sitting on the throne in the centre of the space on an elevated diagonal platform with stairs at the front. He allowed his mind to clear of normal thought and reached into the CPU of every robot soldier, pilot and engineer under his command. All his servants were mechanical and were utterly devoted to his cause.

"All units, we have the supreme honour of receiving a monumental task from the Great Creator; to cleanse the Multiverse of the filth of Diabolus himself, his forces of Chaos Tainted and to bring peace to the planet Mobius Prime. Prepare my Battle Spire at once. All troops and vehicles are to make ready for transportation and combat, Bring the Solaris up to power and standby status immediately along with all internal combat aircraft and spacecraft. All weapons on the Battle Spire are to be put into standby mode as well. That is all."

It took just under 2 minutes for his 5 mile high Battle Spire to be made ready along with all his troops, ground vehicles and his space faring super-dreadnought, the Solaris. And when it was all ready Bionics now stood on the top of his new Spire and concentrated. With the blessing of the Great Creator, the power he sought was unlocked immediately and he changed to his true god form, where his body was all metal, with both eyes mechanical, his power armour was now integrated into his body, all the metal was his deep shade of purple with golden swirls and curves covering almost all of this. In addition he had sprouted massive silver wings on his back to replace where his white cloak had once been. His face now had no mouth and when he spoke his voice had another voice overlapping it, which sounded artificial and like a robot.

"Excellent work, all of you. Now prepare to jump to intersystem coordinates 1.618; the Sol system, Milky Way, Template Universe Prime. Solaris, remain here until called forth by me to assist us."

"Understood, Lord Bionics" thousands of identical voices replied in absolute unison. Bionics let his concentration slip back to his own body, folded out his wings, stood up from the throne on the Battle Spire and waited. Then came the feeling that he knew meant they were all ready to set out and were waiting for his command. "I'll guide you into a secure footing on the planet's surface. We are commencing inter-dimensional transport now."

There was a flash of white light, and when it had cleared Bionics, and his Battle Spire, had vanished.


The prelude to war has begun. This story could be said to be, in essence, about a very long and very literal Deus ex Machina. No Lien-Da yet, but have patience and you shall be rewarded. Looking forward to reviews and criticisms if any. Watch out soon for our next (first) chapter: To Join the Bloody Fray!