The Sonic characters are the property of Sonic Team, the Halo elements where inspired by Bungie, and I think you can find what I made myself. I'm not gonna say that I'll make orderly updates or anything, the chapters will be up when I finish them.
Well that's enough of that! Now read the damn story!
Dawn broke the tranquil hold night had over the horizon, flooding the morning sky with light. The sunlight spread over hills and valleys of the mountainous forest, signaling a new day for the inhabitants. Buildings where washed over with the resonating glow, crumbled buildings where brought to light, and the rubble of past encounters where illuminated.
A lone building on a hilltop was brought to light, destroying the shroud of darkness over it. Machines of all kinds surrounded the building, Some operational, some not, and used for all different purposes, if any at all. The light showed through an open window, casting a trail of light across the exposed room. The beam let itself lay on the tip of a bed.
But this light also landed on the face of a slumbering figure, stirred from slumber by the beam of light seemingly invoked for the sole purpose of rousing him from his sleep. The figure stirred and turned, in a vain attempt to reclaim sleep, but it was a futile endeavor, he was awake, like it or not. He mumbled his disapproval, before unwillingly succumbing to the light, sitting up in his bed. A mass up blue sat up, light reflecting slightly off the odd color of his body.
He groaned again, a peach hand moved up to rub his unopened eyes, propping his thin arm on his knee. Large green eyes emerged from under blue eyelids, looking lazily around the room. He slowly stood from the bed, shaking his head slowly; long strands hair fell down into his face. He cast a dirty look at the open window, pushing himself to the floor , bare feet connecting with a small thump.
He squinted through the sunlight, grasping the curtains and closing pressing them together, blocking off the sunlight forcing itself into his room. He turned and walked back to his bed, his hand ruffling though his long, outstretched hair. He sat back down, and instantly fell backward onto the soft mattress, arms outstretched.
He cast a glance at the clock sitting next to the bed, the large red letters displaying 7:30. He let loose another groan, muttering something about the sun as he stood and walked across the room. Soft footsteps filled the air, his feet padded by a short layer of fur. He opened the door to the room, stepping out into hallway. He let out a yawn, passing by another door until he came upon a large mirror. He stopped for a moment, looking himself over.
His bare hand ruffled his hair again, which now where raised up behind his head. Quills the where, coated in short blue fur, just like the rest of his body. There was a large oval of peach fur on his chest, his arms were covered in the skin colored fur as well. His coat, despite it's short length, was ruffled and sticking up.
He brought his hand up, rubbing his black nose, letting his hand run down his muzzle, feeling the flesh around it, and shook his head, letting his hand fall limp. His large green eyes looked himself over, standing at 4 and ½ feet tall, his legs taking about half of that, and small tail finished his light frame.
He yawned again as he continued down the hall, opening a door, and walking into a white tiled room. He closed the door to the bathroom and walked over to the shower, he opened the curtain and stepped in. He turned the knobs, letting warm water hit his face. After a few minuets, he twisted the knob once again, quelling the water. He stepped out, grabbed a nearby towel from the wall, and began to dry himself.
After he was dry, he looked at himself through the mirror, the mostly dry quills laid most down, but not touching his back. He tensed up, watching his quills rise up as he entered a defensive state. The once limp and spread quills where now concentrated blades of quill and bone, a defensive ability that his species uses. He let out a sigh as he let them fall down slightly, giving them they're soft texture and flow once again. He ran his hand through it, the strands moving as he did.
He scratched one of his large triangular ears, rubbing at it lightly, making it twitch slightly. He grinned, turning away from the bathroom mirror and stepped out the door. Soft footsteps echoed through the hall, stepping back into his room.
He opened a drawer as he came in, picking out a pair of socks, and a pair of white gloves. He sat down on the large comforter, reaching down and picking a pair of shoes. He slipped the socks and shoes on, buckling the shoes with a satisfying click. He looked them over, colored red and white, with a large yellow buckle, they where great shoes, he had several pairs of them. He grasped the gloves, sliding them on perfectly. He hopped off the bed, stepping back into the hallway.
Tan walls adorned the hallways, coupled with brown carpet, leading to a brown descending staircase. He grabbed the handrail, descending the stairs and heading into a larger room. He stepped across the room, passing a couch and a television. A few stands, tables and chairs where spread out, but it was a nice, spacious place, for the main room.
He walked into the adjacent room, a kitchen, he walked past a large refrigerator, stopping in front of a breadbox, grabbing a loaf and picking out a slice. He popped them into a toaster and picked out a stick of butter. After a minuet the bread popped out, lightly toasted. He took a knife, and spread the butter he collected onto the toast, putting it up afterwards, and dropping the knife into the sink. He picked up the piece of toast, and raised it up to take a bite.
"Morning" A young voice called, making the blue figure lower his breakfast, putting it down on the counter and turn around. A smaller creature stood there, his fur a dark shade of blond with a large patch of white fur on his chest.
The blue furred male smiled warmly, "Good morning little guy" he said as he walked over and gave smaller creature a light hug. The boy's long, thick fur bristled, the younger boy giving a small giggle before returning the hug. The older male pulled away, giving the child's head a ruffle, "How long have you been up?" He asked, for he himself was rarely up at this hour.
Large blue eyes looked up at him, "Since 6, I'm putting some finishing touches on my latest project" He said, two long bushy tails twirling behind him. The twin tails, coated in 6 inches of blond fur with a dab of white at the tip, swayed around, crisscrossing and connecting with each other as the moved. Standing 3 feet 11 inches, the child was shorter than the other male, and obviously younger.
"Well alright then, but you really should get more sleep" The blue one said, turning back to his toast.
"I'm fine" The boy pouted, his triangular ears folded back slightly. He was about to take a bite, but just then a device on the younger one's wrist went off, making an alarm like sound that caused him to lower his breakfast once more.
He raised his wrist, and under his white gloved hand was a high-tech watch, or something that looked like it.
"What the…?" he mumbled, darting out of the kitchen and into the hallway, his red and white shoes causing light thumps as he ran. The blue one raised an eyebrow at the smaller creature's curious behavior, but slowly returned to his toast for the third time.
"Sonic!?" The boy yelled from down the hallway, this caught the other's attention, making him jump and drop his toast back onto the counter. He spun around, looking for the source of the sound.
"Tails?" He yelled back, it sounded like it was coming from down the hall.
"Sonic! Come here quick!" Tails yelled once again, his voice sounding almost fearful. Sonic went wide eyed, instantly fearing for his closest and best friend. He rushing out of the kitchen and went down the hall in a fraction of a second. He opened larger door, the one to the boy's room. Objects and mechanical contraptions littered the room, with a large computer pressed against one of the walls.
Sitting in a chair in front of the computer was the child, starring at several images on the screen. The blue figure dashed across the spacious room, stopping at the boy's side, asking, "What is it Tails? What's wrong?" He asked panicky, the boy doesn't use that fearful kind of tone very often, so he was sure something bad happened. The young boy, "Tails" looked up at the creature called, "Sonic" and said, "Look at this…" turning his head back to the large computer.
The boy's large ears were rigid and at attention, his large blue eyes focused on the screen. The boy's hair stood on end, from his neck to the tip of his head, it was prickled up. The white batch of fur around his muzzle was moved aside by an open mouth.
His short black nose, standing on the end of a short snout was pointed in the air, even his nose was at attention. Sonic looked up at the screen, images of charts and graphs, none of which he understood littered the screen.
"What is all of this? what's it mean?" He asked, confusion and worry evident in his voice.
"See these readings?" He asked, highlighting one of theme and enlarging it, it showed a series of bars that reached beyond the top of the charts. He typed something in, and a second chart came up, this one with bars close to the bottom.
"These are the normal readings one of Robotnick's robots give off", pointing to the shorter bars, "But these are the readings I'm picking up now" He pointed to the larger bars. "These things are off the charts, I can't even calculate the power this thing is emitting" He said, eyes darting across the screen.
"What does that mean?" Sonic asked, his eyes darting back to Tails.
"I just picked this up, and already it's stronger then anything I've ever seen" Tails's eyes moving to look at the worried creature standing over him, "Sonic… I've never seen anything like this… this far surpasses anything he's made, I can't even calculate how much power this thing is emitting" Sonic stood in silence, Robotnick had some pretty powerful things before, but this? Could it really be that powerful?
"Are you sure it's Robotnick?" Sonic asked after a moment, a dumb question, but still…
"Unless there's someone else out there with that kind of knowledge and intention…" Tails responded, looking over the screen again.
Sonic sighed, "How many did you say there were?" He asked, his voice filling with determination, if there was something THAT powerful out there… he HAD to stop it.
"Only one…" Tails answered, but he knew there might be more.
Sonic grinned, "Hey, don't worry, he hasn't been able to come up with anything that can stop us yet" He said confidently, he would be able to handle this… there's never been to much of a problem…
Yet…
He shook his head, all of that stuff would just make him doubt himself, he would take this thing down just like any other of the doctor's creations. "It's located outside Green Hill zone, my readings say it's close to the town" Tails said, knowing he was about to ask that question.
Sonic nodded, and patted Tails on the shoulder, "Come on, let's tear that bucket of bolts apart" He said as he walked out the door. Tails sighed, he knew something bad was going to happen, he had a gut feeling about it, but he pushed it aside, and ran after Sonic. He would always follow Sonic, he would always stay with him, Sonic was his older brother, and nothing would take that away from him.
Sonic was waiting in the living room, attaching a bracelet onto his wrist, "Get your plane ready, I'll be there in a moment" Sonic said as he snapped the item in place. Tails nodded and rushed out the door, ready to start up his own home made plane, there isn't anything he couldn't build.
Sonic watched the young boy run out the door, and let out a sigh, he was worried about him, he knew Tails could handle himself, but despite of his intellect and prowess, he was still only a child. But he shouldn't be worrying, everything will be fine, it'll be a routine ordeal, show up, beat the bot, try to capture Robotnick, try and find out what he'll do next, and then return to reap the rewards. He tightened his glove, then dashed out the door, ready to turn whatever was threatening his world into scrap.
A second later however, he returned to the building, dashing to the kitchen, stuffing the previously forgotten slice of toast in his mouth, then dashing off for the second time. Now, with determination in his heart, and breakfast in his stomach, he was ready to take on this new threat…
First Sergeant Jonathan Anderson, U.N.E., 1st Marine Division, Personal Log:
Date: November 17th, 2554
Well… it's happened, just as I knew it would. The guys over in O.A.M. have detected another signal, this one coming from Mobius… I figured they would pop up there sooner or later… but it's odd, only one lone signal has been spotted… normally they come in droves.
We destroyed the fleet of ships that been trying to retake Jarkin… we too heavy losses though… 8 ships where lost in the conflict. With them gone, our window is clear for now, we need to kill this thing before it's born, every planet that ROB controls is another stronghold he can use to bunker down in.
Besides… this planet is special, it takes precedents over the other one's we've had to defend… This is where we got the REAPERS from… they people of that planet are gifted, they can accomplish things we can't.
My squad and I have been sent out on the Aran, along with a fleet of ships to defend Mobius. Not only are the denizens special, it's a key strategic location in the sector.
A detachment of REAPERS have been sent with us as well… I get the feeling we'll need them… REAPER-117 is coming… he'll be leading the operation. With him in charge, we'll clean this planet up in no time.
It'll be a routine operation, Arrive at the planet, destroy any and all traces of ROB's presence, gather any information on their further operation that we can, add the planet's race to our organization, and get paid.
I need to get down to the hanger bay, I'd like to greet the REAPERS as they arrive.
End Log…
Well there ya go, I hope you liked it. I would appreciate some reviews, but by god, I want honest reviews throughout this thing, the good and the bad. And don't worry, it will pick up, just give it a little time…