AN: Hello viewers! I'm back again, with a brand new story! As per popular request, I am including several different pices of music to listen to while reading. This is my first time doing this, so if you have music you want to suggest to me, do it in either a review or by PM. Thank you!
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Knothole Cemetery
June-16-4286
15:30 Mobius
[Now Playing: "I Talk to the Rain" on: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Original Soundtrack-Part 1]
They say that summer is a time for peace and happiness. Summer is the period of time where children are relieved from the demanding life of school. It is the pinnacle of warmth and prosperity.
So why did she feel so cold and lifeless? Why was she forced to feel the depressing patter of the rain against her fur and skin?
Sally Acorn, leader of the Freedom Fighters, felt nothing but sadness. One more person had just been taken from her life in the most recent large-scale fight against Robotnik's reign. Why was this person so important? It was nothing physical that made him special. He had no real aptitude for combat.
It was for this reason that he was so important to her. He was so young an innocent; too young to be caught up in a war he was born into.
The funeral session was beginning. People sat in rows as she and Sonic, the Mobian national hero, walked down the aisle. She took a glance at Sonic and noticed his watery eyes. He too was troubled by his death, and she felt empathy. She knew what he was going through, though he tried to hide the tears.
In the very front row sat partially-roboticized Bunnie Rabbot, mechanic Rotor Walrus, and Antoine D'Coolette, the timid royal guardian of Princess Sally Acorn. Sally and Sonic passed them on their way to the front, noticing the tears that were welling up in their eyes. Bunnie had tears streaming down her face, but she refused to break down.
When they arrived at the podium, Sally tested to see if the microphone worked before speaking into it. "Fellow Freedom Fighters, we are here today to pay homage to the one loss we attained during our latest skirmish in Robotropolis." She began speaking. Already, the Mobians at the session were holding their breath in the face of this loss.
"Yesterday, we lost Miles Prower, known to many of us by his nickname 'Tails'." She continued her speech. "He had a kind soul, and had befriended many of the villagers, here. It is only after this recent battle that we realize how much we all really love him."
Sally began choking up and she stepped back, allowing Sonic to say his fare. "I remember when Tails was only a kit." He said, bringing back nostalgic memories to all. "His parents, Amadeus and Rosemary Prower, had already been roboticized and he was left on his own when we found him. He grew up in the midst of this godforsaken war, but still managed to stay happy and hopeful. He recently had his tenth birthday, which we celebrated merrily."
Sonic stopped for a moment, grimacing at the memory and holding back his tears. "It is with great sadness that I announce that he was killed in a skirmish battle yesterday. He was lazed through the shoulder by a sniper, and passed out immediately. But, when we completed the mission, we couldn't find his body, which is why this funeral procession lacks a coffin."
Many more speeches were given on how much the little two-tailed fox meant to them before the funeral session was finally let out.
Sonic took one last look at the stand and sniffled. "Good bye, little bro."
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~ ("The world, as you knew it, is gone…"-Captain John Price) ~
[Now Playing: "Eruption" by: Van Halen]
…Syaoron the Fox presents…
…Using Material from Archie and Sega…
…As Well as Various Music and Themes…
RESURGENCE
Chapter 1
Rebirth
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Undisclosed Location
June-17-4286
6:20 Mobius Code
[Now Playing: "Delta Birth" on: Red vs. Blue Season 9 Original Soundtrack]
Everything was a blur. His vision was bad enough without the pounding headache. He groaned and rolled around; on what, he didn't know. He just wanted the ache to stop. "Where am I?" he muttered. He saw two figures turn toward him at the sound of his voice. He could see one clearly; a Mobian Gecko who was wearing a black lab coat and spectacles. On the area where the heart would be, he saw a symbol; a red upside-down equilateral triangle that held a white circle inside. Inside of the white circle was a black infinity symbol.
He couldn't define the features of the other figure, as he was a large cloak with a hood on, but the same symbol was printed on the back of his or her cloak. He decided to make petty conversation with the one he could identify. "I feel confused." He muttered softly, but still audibly.
"Do not be concerned." The gecko said to him. "That is completely natural given your state."
He wrinkled his brow when he heard that. Was that supposed to have any significance? "My state?" he questioned, a new found strength in his voice. "Was I… injured, perhaps?"
"No." the gecko answered. "Do you feel as though you have been injured?"
"Councilor, please." The other figure said with a slight accent. From what he could tell, the figure's accent was slightly western, but barely noticeable. "Don't be concerned, you're fine."
Wasn't I just told that? He thought while trying to make sense of things. He couldn't remember anything before this. There was a blank space before his awakening, but he just ignored that.
"Now." The figure started again. "Do you know your name?"
My name? He racked his mind, trying to come up with the simple piece of information. Then he felt something; a phrase that seemed right. "Yes, I know my name. I am Miles 'Tails' Prower."
"No." The figure was quick to answer him. "You aren't Miles Prower. You are mistaken."
He shook his head. The answer had felt so right, too. "I'm… sorry. I'm just really confused."
"Don't be concerned." The gecko interjected. "This is perfectly normal given your state. Would you like to know your name?"
What is my name? He thought for a moment, deciding to trust this person. "Yes, please. I would like to know my name."
"Your name is Seraph Faron, and your codename is 'The Moon'." The figure answered giving him his name.
He pondered the name. Seraph Faron didn't seem like the kind of name he thought he would've had. "Seraph Faron, sir?"
The councilor nodded. "It is very nice to meet you."
Seraph looked at the councilor and cocked his head to the side. "I think I remember you."
The gecko only shook his head. "No; you have never met us before."
Though he couldn't see the other figure's face very well, he knew that the figure was giving him a skeptical glance. "Do you know your name?"
Seraph was shocked by the question, having just been told it. He decided to play it out and go along. "Yes; my name is Seraph Faron."
The figure appeared to nod. "That is correct."
The gecko then spoke slowly. "Seraph, this is… the Director." He noticed that the Councilor spoke it with hesitation, as if he was anxious or afraid. "He will be… taking care of you, so to speak."
"I'm glad to hear that." Seraph said gratefully, confused as to where he had come from. "Still, I'm very uncomfortable."
"That is only temporary." The Director assured him. "And, when you feel better, we are going to do incredible things, together. Yes, incredible things."
Seraph shuddered at the way he said that phrase, but he simply tried ignoring it. His vision had cleared up and he finally looked around to see where he was.
From the equipment, he figured that what he was sitting on was everyone's worst nightmare. An examination table.
A small device moved toward him. When it touched the middle of his forehead, he let out the most ear splitting scream ever made.
[Now Playing: "The Office of Naval Intelligence" on: Halo 3 ODST Soundtrack]
The scream echoed through the halls of the fortress, letting everyone know that another soldier had been added to their ranks. The question that went through everyone's head was, "would he be a part of Alpha Squad?"
Alpha Squad was a group of about 21 of the greatest members of their organization. Supposedly, the team was supposed to be comprised of 22 people, and everyone was waiting for the last spot to be filled. Anyone who questioned the Internals about who was going to be selected was firmly declined the information.
Some were jealous of the group, but they had earned their right to amazingness. Each one was incredibly skilled, and some believe that they had undergone a genetic modification. It was plausible; all of the members of Alpha Squad had a very rare iris mutation called 'Heterochromia'. The mutation made it so that they had two differently colored eyes. As uncommon as this was, it was an initial shock that they all had this rare mutation. It is due to this that they were becoming increasingly wary of the possibility of genetic alteration.
The halls were crowded with people, and they often had things to do, secret missions to carry out. If not, they were investigating the whereabouts of their enemies.
It was on this day that Fiona Fox strode through the halls. She was one of the top members of Alpha Squad. As she passed by, soldiers looked at her skeptically, noting her attire. She normally wore black boots, black fingerless gloves, and a black belly top, and today was no different a day.
She, as did all of the Alpha Squad members, had Heterochromia. One of her eyes was blue, while the other eye was purple. She turned the corner, letting her red fox tail slip behind, leaving the others to their day.
A Mobian dove was confused by this, having only recently been inducted into The Freelancer organization. He turned toward a Dalmatian and nudged her, getting his attention. "Hey, what's the deal with Fiona? Why does everyone stare at her?" He asked softly, so as not to attract attention.
The Dalmatian widened her eyes. "You mean, you don't know?" She stated, leaving the dove to shake his head. "Well, rumor has it that Fiona used to be part of the Suppression Squad, an anti-Freedom Fighter group from Moebius, which is a world parallel to our dimension. They say that, before she was inducted, she had two blue eyes."
It was the dove's turn to wide his eyes. "Really?"
"Yes." The Dalmatian nodded. "Also, before she joined, she didn't have that weird brand on her."
The doe cocked his head. "Weird brand?"
"Yeah; a brand is given to all members of Alpha Squad. Each one is a Roman numeral that represents their codename. Her brand is 'XIX' and her codename is 'The Sun'."
Little to their knowledge, Fiona was waiting right around the corner, listening in on their conversation with her enhanced fox senses. She sneered in their general direction and gave the scar on her stomach a quick glance before walking onward. She was given explicit orders to report to the Director for a briefing on the newest member of Alpha Squad. She tried her best to disaffiliate herself with the Suppression Squad, but someone always brought it up.
When she walked into the briefing room, the first thing that caught her eye was a two-tailed kit. She gasped silently when she saw the young fox. Why is he here? She pondered while continuing to look at him. He bore a remarkable resemblance to the kit she had used to trick the Freedom Fighters into accepting her before she betrayed them.
"I see that you are already acquainted with him?"
She turned around swiftly, about to pull a Colt Python from her holster until she saw the cloaked figure. She saluted him after returning her weapon to its holster. "I'm sorry, Director. You startled me." She apologized.
The Director accepted with the wave of his hand. She could see the white glove with black cuffs near the end, bound by two golden rings. It occurred to her that she had never seen his face, but she marked that thought as unimportant. Instead, she looked back at the figure, lying unconscious on the bench. "Is that…"
"Yes." The Director quickly answered. "That is Miles Prower; the child you knew as 'Tails'."
It was shocking to look at him now. She had betrayed his love, and she was sure that he hated her with a vengeance. But seeing him now, lean and built up, but not overly buff, she wondered what he his purpose for being here was. "Is he the new recruit?"
The Director nodded. "If you had a grudge with him in the past, don't worry." He assured her in the converse. "We have repressed his memories and he no longer remembers who he is, or you for that matter."
She did a once over of the boy's body and noticed the scars on his left cheek. The Roman numerals 'XVIII' were branded into his skin, never to be healed. He looked so vulnerable; so helpless; so… She caught herself in the middle of that train of thought. What was she doing? She didn't care about him. He was just another stepping stone to reach her goal; her want to reform for the mistakes she made.
A flutter of his eyelids signified his awakening. He was about to stretch out before he cringed and gripped his head in pain. He felt an unbearable burning sensation in his head that just wouldn't relieve its self. Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone. He opened his eyes to and was surprised by how clear and focused his vision was.
He looked around the new room and noticed several things. The first of which was a holographic display table in the middle of the room. Currently, it was showing the map of Mobius. The second thing he noticed was a screen that displayed the words: ALPHA SQUAD. Underneath the team name was a list of statistics of the individual names, which he could only assume were for the purpose of improving their abilities.
When he looked around the room, he saw the Director, and a face that was new to him. He quickly noted her blue and purple eyes before looking down at the brand on the side of her stomach. He took in the details with his newly enhanced vision; her red pelt; her sassy attitude.
He then noticed she was looking at him and he diverted his eyes in embarrassment while his face flushed with red.
"So your our new recruit, huh Seraph?" She addressed him. He quickly turned back to her and nodded. He tried standing, and succeeded with a small amount of difficulty.
Glad to have the ability to walk, he took a couple strides around the small room. Fiona then cleared her throat to get his attention. "I am Fiona Fox." She introduced herself. She extended her hand for Seraph to shake and he gladly took it, shaking firmly before letting go.
"Show him around the compound, Fiona." The Director said. She took it as more of a command rather than a suggestion, and she showed Seraph out of the room.
[Now Playing: "Wayside" on: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Original Soundtrack-part 2]
Their walk took them past many gazing soldiers; all interested in this new recruit. They had seen the scar on his face and the color of his eyes. Of course, Seraph was blissfully oblivious as to why they were staring at him. "There are many miscellaneous hallways." Fiona explained while Seraph hung on every word. "You can get lost easily, but there's a holographic directory built into a watch that you will be given in the eventuality."
They soon walked into a large room where soldiers of all species were sitting and having conversations in their down time. Everyone glanced at them when they entered before continuing to eat and converse with one another. "This is the mess hall." Fiona spoke out suddenly. "This is where you will enjoy most of your down time and you will eat all your meals here."
They were given more looks from relaxing soldiers, but they shrugged it off and continued the tour. After walking out a door on the opposite side of the mess hall, they passed through more maze-like hallways before arriving at their quarters. There were three rooms, one for the Director and Councilor, one for Alpha Squad, and one for the many other operatives.
They passed into the room for Alpha Squad and looked around at the bunks in the larger than expected room. "This is where you, and the rest of Alpha Squad's members, will be sleeping. On the other side is a bathroom." Fiona taught him. He shuffled toward the bathroom so he could see the one thing that had been wracking his mind for a while.
Himself.
He found a body sized bathroom mirror for him to look at and identify his physique. He was in a lot more shape than he thought. Granted, he wasn't extremely buff, but he was lean. He thought he was of pre-teen age, but he felt older than that, which he assumed was thanks to maturity he gained prior to his memory loss.
He took notice of the fact that he had two swishing tails behind him rather than just one, but shrugged it off. He then took notice of his face. There was a scar on the side of his left cheek that bore the Roman numerals 'XVIII'. The thing he seemed to notice most were his eyes. There was his left eye, the calm, blue eye. Then there was his right eye. The iris was a fiery red, but what it burned with, he couldn't decide. Was it fueled by malice, or by determination?
He pulled himself out of these deep thoughts, returning to the matter at hand. "So, I have Heterochromia, huh?" Seraph spoke aloud, not particularly to anyone.
Fiona answered, nonetheless. "Yeah, all of the members of Alpha Squad have Heterochromia." He turned to face her and she showed him her blue and violet irises. "We all think it has something to do with our genetic modification."
Seraph raised an eyebrow and looked at her skeptically. "Genetic modification? We possess the technology for that?"
Fiona nodded and flicked him in the forehead. "They modify the genetic structure through the forehead, using infrared technology. While it is the most effective spot, some operatives have lost their memories."
Lost their memories? Seraph thought, thinking up possibilities for his amnesia before remembering that he woke up without his memories, before he was genetically modified. But, if that's the case, then why can't I remember anything?
"Anyway!" Fiona interrupted his train of thought, regaining his attention. "We better continue the tour."
They walked out of the barracks, through many more random halls, and they finally arrived at a heavily locked door. "This is one of the entrances." Fiona said. She then nodded to one of the guards. "The entrances all have guards posted near them, so we don't need to fear any unwanted guests."
They walked on further into the compound. Fiona gave Seraph a look of pity, knowing the boy had no memories of the wonderful past he had, even if he did grow up in a war. She sighed and decided to ask a question that would determine if it was really him. "So, do you like mechanics?"
Seraph heard the last word and his heart rate accelerated. He wasn't quite sure what it was; only knowing that it was probably from a past experience that he couldn't remember. Still… that word caused a short burst of ecstasy for him. "You might say that." He answered. "Why do you ask?"
Fiona smiled, though Seraph couldn't see it. Uh huh; still the same old Prower. She thought while chuckling inwardly. "Well then, you're really going to like our next stop." Seraph cocked his head to the side. It was when they entered a large open area that his eyes widened in wonder.
[Now Playing: "Overture" on: Halo Reach Original Soundtrack]
All around were marvelous machines of all types. Everything from the finest weapons to the greatest machines was held in this garage. On the far wall was a weapon's armory, containing most guns in existence.
In several areas around the garage, there were vehicles of all types. He noticed many robotic arms and Mobians with welding tools operating on a tank. It was his curious nature that drove him to wander over to the machine without Fiona's approval.
"So, what kind of tank is this?" Seraph questioned while examining its design.
The welder working on the war machine smirked through his mask. "This is a Leopard 2-140 R." He introduced the kit to the machine. "She fires a 140mm shell from the main cannon, which has rifling* to improve accuracy. On the front and back of the main body are independent manned machine gunner positions. On the top of the rotating cannon, there is another manned machine gun which also rotates independently." The welder smiled softly at the tank while welding the armor together. "This is one of our best models, worked on by none other than me."
He looked next to him after his bragging spree to find the kit looking at the underbelly of the tank. "Hey, were you listening to me?"
Seraph was looking at the inner workings of the treads and noticed something. "What did you say the speed of this tank is?"
"I didn't."
"Well, what is it?"
The welder sighed and pulled off his mask after shutting down his torch, revealing him to be a brown weasel. "The maximum speed I can get out of this baby is 40 kilometers per hour. Why?"
Seraph then motioned for the weasel to lie down and pointed to a gear. "See, this gear is kind of big for the speed you want to run this." He explained. "If you decreased the size of the gear attached to the axel, you'd get a better ratio out of the power, meaning more rotations of the axel per rotation of the actual machine."
The welder was about to object when Seraph began taking off the gears. "Now, I know you're going to object, because you don't think it would fit with the design of the machine, but if you take two gears that would fit in the size between the large cog on the generator and the smaller cog on the axel, then stretch a pole between the two and locking them in place with a wing nut, you'd still get a gear ratio of about 1.7, compared to the gear ratio of 1 that it used to have, meaning that the tank now has a maximum speed of…" He did a couple of quick calculations and double checked them in his mind. "… 68 kilometers per hour."
The welder looked at him in complete shock. This newcomer had just figured out a problem he'd been trying to address for weeks!
Fiona came over, noticing that Seraph was already covered in grime and she tugged on his ear, resulting in a yelp. "I'm sorry if he was a bother." Fiona excused for Seraph. "He's new here."
The weasel just swished his hand. "No, not a problem at all!"
Fiona looked at him suspiciously, but shrugged it off. She turned back to her pupil to find that he had rushed off to another machine; this time, a large black plane. He was tinkering with it with the same passion, and she was forced to pull him off of the plane.
He looked at her dejectedly while he was guided into the next location, the training room. "Now, while our muscles are already enhanced through the genetic augmentation." Fiona began to explain. "You can still build muscles through weight lifting here."
He continued to survey the room, looking about in awe. Fiona then grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. "Now, come on." She egged him out the door, and they eventually arrived at the place they started; the briefing room. "The Director is going to give you your first mission."
*Rifling: Grooves in the barrel of a firearm or cannon that add a spiral to a fired projectile, making it more accurate.