The Knothole Mobotropolis Exploits: New Teams Arise

(A/N: Preceded by: The Royal Archives Installment 1-A Return To Origins.

Since I'm almost done this one on the computer, I'll get started putting it up. Besides, my reviewers have waited long enough. Be warned, the first few chapters are short, focus on new teams, and may not be my best work. I'll put up two today, just to give you an idea of what to expect for the first few. It gets better later, though. There won't by much mention of the Sonic Heroes in this one, since its focused on Knothole and Mobotropolis. The points made in this one will be crucial to future stories however. I hope you enjoy.)

Let's Liven Things Up A Little

The sliding doors to the main room opened. Eggman turned curiously, then relaxed on seeing who it was. "Ah Sleet, finally daring to show your face again." Sleet forced a grin, eyes nervous. "What is it now?" Robotnick asked.

The wolf cleared his throat then answered, "Not to pry, your amazingness, but do we have a new plan yet?"

"Of course we do you bumbling fool!" Eggman snapped. Sleet pulled back fearfully.

"Y-yes sir, of course sir, may I ask what it is your Excellency?" Sleet stammered.

"It's… uh, well… I haven't quite planned it to the last detail, but I'm almost ready," Eggman muttered, feeling slightly caught off guard. A little like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"But…" Sleet began in confusion.

"Well you come up with something!" Eggman ordered.

"Oh gladly sir," Sleet maliciously grinned, after recovering from the abrupt order. It was time to stir things up a bit.

Eggman straightened up. "You have a plan?" he asked, feeling slightly threatened. How was this possible? He always came up with plans, not Sleet.

"Not so much a plan as a permanent distraction," Sleet replied, turning to leave. Robotnick felt his fears alleviating. So the wolf was as lost as him, if not more. After all, Sleet didn't have a plan at all. His was in the workings.

"Wait, what do you mean by permanent distraction?" Robotnick questioned, intrigued.

Sleet grinned to himself, then turned innocently, saying, "Ask yourself this doctor, why attack one area alone? You have three prime spots, each one holding another weakness of Sonic's and the others. The hedgehogs can't be in more than one place at a time."

"Go on, explain," Eggman demanded, impatient now.

"Leave everything to me Doctor Robotnick. I'll deploy the swat bots to Knothole. None of the Knothole freedom fighters have fought them as often as the Robotropolis freedom fighters, so they'll be thrown off. As for Robotropolis, I'll order some of your newer bots there. Ones they've never seen. We'll play on inexperience. They'll fight back for as long as they can. If nothing else it will ensure that Sonic's old friends don't get involved here and make things even harder. However, I'm banking on the thought that when the robots keep coming, the freedom fighters from both areas will try to get Sonic. Sonic and company will rush in, but he can't be three places at once. When that time comes, we'll send a mix of your bots to Station Square. The Sonic heroes will be forced to split up, to work in three different areas. Then, well, we can work from that point Doctor, whatever it is," Sleet described.

"Yes, excellent, brilliant! I knew there was a reason I kept you alive Sleet," Eggman said cruelly. Sleet grinned nervously, then backed out, leaving the laughing genius.

The wolf let out a relieved breath, then took out the morphing device, zapping a pin on his cape. Dingo slowly appeared. "It worked mate," Dingo said to the third member as he became himself and looked to Fang, who was leaning against the corridor wall waiting.

"Good," Fang said.

"Luckily," Sleet replied. "I'm getting second thoughts though."

"You redeemed yourself to him quickly," Nack remarked, impressed.

"It's a talent," Sleet replied with a smirk. "One that's saved my life too often for comfort. Come on, let's begin preparations."