Chapter 1: Back in Action

Spagonia Imperial Military Base, 20th June 3241, 23:50 pm

The lone figure lay atop a small ridge, which overlooked the base. He felt odd doing this, especially since it had been nearly six years since he'd last had to do this sort of thing. But things had changed since then. A lot of things had changed.

He'd grown in those few years, now standing at an imposing six feet tall, as opposed to being five-foot ten two years before. Two years before was when things had changed, and not necessarily for the better.

In his hands was your average sniper rifle, one he had carefully modified and upgraded to make it more deadly. One of his sky blue eyes stared down the sights, keeping it trained on the area of the base he was looking over, waiting for his target to appear. Being a sniper took patience, meaning that in order to get the best chance of a confirmed kill, one had to wait painful amounts of time to find the perfect shot. It wasn't a job for the attention deficient.

Next to him, his spotter lay nearby, glaring down a pair of electro-binoculars, also looking for their target.

"I don't get it." The sniper whispered. "Why isn't our target here yet? Intel said he'd be here around midnight."

"My thoughts exactly, Tails." The spotter replied. "But we should not waver. I sense he will be here soon."

"I hope you're right, Espio." The twin-tailed vulpine replied. "Because my trigger finger's starting to get really itchy."

"Patience, Tails." Espio cautioned. "We can't reveal our position now. Otherwise, all will be lost."

"Don't need to tell me twice." Tails retorted as they finally sighted a shuttle descending onto the landing pad.

"Tails, they're here." Espio said.

"I can see." Tails replied as the ramp lowered, an Imperial Officer stepping out of it.

As with most Imperial officers, this officer was wearing a neat tan uniform, apart from the hat that covered most officer's heads. As well as this, he was wearing black gloves and black boots. The plaque on his uniform, which was eight squares long, with the four on top coloured red, and the four underneath that were coloured blue. On either side of said plaque was a code cylinder, one on each side. This showed the officer's rank, which was colonel. The officer himself looked to be in his late thirties, with dark blonde hair and harsh green eyes.

"Got a visual. It's General Okada." Tails said. With a little dejection, Tails added. "I was hoping it would be the Grand Inquisitor."

"As was I. But we still have a chance to rid the planet of him. Do you have a shot?" Espio asked.

"Almost." Tails said, as he watched the general conferring briefly with the base's commanding officer, a commander from what it looked like, and starting to walk down from the landing pad towards the entrance into the base. Seeing a perfect shot, Tails smiled. "Gotcha." At this, he pulled the trigger.

The bolt that flew from his barrel did not hit where he would have preferred, which would be directly to the head, but to the chest, almost directly around the area the heart would be.

Promptly, General Okada toppled to the floor, as the commander and several officers moved to assist him.

Tails saw this, but got up, knowing that judging from where he had hit the General, there was next to nothing they could do. He'd bleed out from the wound before they could get a medic there to help. Turning to Espio, Tails said: "Let's move out. We're done here."


Spagonia University, 21st June 3241, 1:30 am

The pair stepped into the common room, where they found a sight they knew they were bound to see: Uncle Chuck, still up, alongside his partner, Professor Pickle.

"Good morning to you both." Said Professor Dillon Pickle. He was an old man in about his mid-to-late eighties, with greying hair, and eyes that were hardly visible under very bushy eyebrows. For clothing, he wore a brown suit and white shirt with a red bow tie, and shoes of a darker shade of brown than the rest of his suit.

"Morning, Professor." Tails replied as he unslung his sniper and placed it on the table, before removing most of his clothing until all he was dressed in was a vest and his combat trousers and boots. He was also wearing the white gloves all Mobians wore as well.

"So, was your mission successful?" Chuck asked.

"I think so." Tails replied. "I didn't have enough time to get a shot in to the head, so I went for the chest. I think I hit him in the heart area."

"That's all well and dandy, but who was the Imperial dignitary coming to inspect the base?" Pickle asked.

"Disappointingly, it was General Okada." Tails said. "When I was hoping for the Grand Inquisitor."

Pickle and Chuck shared a look. Tails had been harbouring an intense desire to kill the Grand Inquisitor, aka Elias Acorn, for the death of his close friend, Jedi Knight Roman the Fox. In short, Tails had become a very vengeful person, brought on by the deaths of three people he cared about during the fateful Battle of Mobotropolis nearly two years before, those being Vanilla, mother of one of Tails' close friends Cream, King Acorn, Elias' father, and the father of Tails' close friend Princess Sally Acorn, and finally, Roman, the latter two especially, as he had been there when Elias had killed both of them personally.

Chuck got up and walked over to Tails, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Tails, I know how desperate you are to avenge Roman's death, but you can't let that get in the way of the task at hand. And revenge is not always the answer."

Tails pushed Chuck's hand off and said: "I don't need any advice. Just a clear shot at the bastard's head."

Chuck made to ask further, but a look of warning from Espio put him off. Sighing, Chuck walked back to his seat and sat down, asking the twin-tailed vulpine: "So, are you staying here for the night, or are you leaving soon?"

"Staying the night. The Imperials are likely to be scouring the city for any sign of the assassin, so any attempt at extraction tonight is a stupid idea." Tails said.

"So, it's to bed for you, then?" Chuck asked.

"No. Just need to do a few things to get ready for tomorrow, and then I'll turn in." Tails replied.

"Alright." Chuck said. "Goodnight then, Tails."

"Night." Tails replied as he watched his friends leave. Then, sighing, he went about his work.


At the same time, Spagonia Imperial Military Base…

Another lone figure stood atop a small ridge, which overlooked the base. Raising his electro-binoculars, he scoured the base.

Spagonia Imperial Military base was a relatively small base, with not much to look at. Just the usual garrison of a battalion of Stormtroopers and a few Imperial Walkers, or as they were now known to the figure, AT-STs.

The figure was garbed in a long black overcoat, which had a hood that hid the figure's face from view. The coat itself covered the majority of the figure's body, and was buttoned up with square buttons. It opened up at the waist, allowing for free movement, and revealed jet black combat trousers, and a holstered blaster pistol. Also holstered on his belt was a blaster rifle, an E-11 he had snatched from the corpse of an Imperial Stormtrooper that no longer needed it. Slung over his shoulder was a sniper rifle, which he intended to use as soon as he found an adequate entrance from which to enter the base.

The figure found it strange that security had been stepped up for some reason or other. Perhaps they had somehow found out he was coming. Or perhaps something had happened that had led to them stepping up security. Regardless, he needed to get in. His eyes soon fell upon the entrance from the landing pad. It wasn't too heavily guarded, only two Stormtroopers. Nodding, the figure knelt down, unslinging his sniper from his shoulder, and aiming down the sights, finally getting a bead on the two Stormtroopers, aiming directly for their heads. Smiling underneath his hood, he pulled the trigger, watching as the blaster bolt sailed through the air, entering the head of one Stormtrooper, who toppled onto the second Stormtrooper. Both fell to the floor, each with a neat hole in the side of their heads, and their brains spattered across the wall. The figure smiled as he lowered his sniper to the floor, and drew his blaster rifle. He had serious work to do.


Hello, and welcome to my latest Star Wars and Sonic the Hedgehog Fanfiction: Retaliation. Reason I'm making a start on this one is because, as some of you are aware, I'm putting my Transformers and Sonic the Hedgehog Fanfictions on hold for now.

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