Stryker Missile

Author's Notes: Here's the story of what happen on Angel Island during Sonic's Space Odyssey. I only read about Stryker, so I'm sorry if he's off character. I'm just going on what I can get at Sonic HQ and Wikipedia.

In a dark underground craven with the catacombs of Lava Reef, deep within the giant chunk of earth that is Angel Island, the supreme leader of the Dingo Army, General Von Stryker, was outraged by the report that he was reading in the main HQ of metal-tents that made up the Dingoes' temporary home. After reading the report in whole, he slammed his huge, muscular fist against on his desk.

"Bring him in," he growled to his subordinate outside.

A middle-age dingo that entered the tent looked almost like Stryker himself, only this one was had a smaller build, no blonde buzz-cut on top of his head, and no scars over his right eye or on any of his arms. The Name tag on the soldier's jacket said 'Lt. Stryker.'

"Lieutenant," said the elder Stryker in a flat blunt manner.

"General, Sir." Said the younger in same tone.

The tenacity was so thick between the two dingoes that you if you walk between them, would suffocate from the lack of oxygen.

"Do you know why I called you in here, Lieutenant?"

In a blunt manner, the Lieutenant said, "Reason: Yes. Purpose: N-"

"Very well then, I'll enlighten you." interrupted the General aggressively. He then turned his attention to the report. "At 345 hours last night, you and two other lieutenants were noticed gone from camp by the night watchmen."

"I don't see what's bad about that-"

"BUT at 330 hours, 15 minutes BEFORE your noted disappearance from the soldiers' dormitories, three hand-lasers, were MISSING at the supply hub."

The Lieutenant muttered under his breath, "You call that tarp a 'dormitory?'"

"And after putting two and two together, the watchman then sounded the alarm and issued a search for you and you're comrades… and they did found you… At 550 hours… in an Echidna civilian household... with your weapons smoking from recent fire…"

"… and what IS the problem, old man, sir?"

"… We Dingoes have been fighting the Echidnas since their tribe attack ours' all those millenniums ago…"

"Oh not this again," muttered the Lieutenant.

"…and when our people made that truce, we were told that our former homes would be rebuilt… but those stinking echidnas had yet to keep their promise to do so. All the while, we are force to leave like run down bums in their city and left us to provide ourselves a base camp in these underground ruins so we can have to shelter to wait for their so called promise..."

The lieutenant then bolted up and said, "And we kept on waiting since that Knuckle-Head hero of theirs' passed away and we're still waiting when his still in the mainland. We could've have gotten rid of those bug-munching echidnas then and we can do it now. But you've gone soft with all that waiting, pops."

General Stryker glared up at his son with a murderous glance and he then growled in a controlled manner, "You stupid little punk runt. Do you think I enjoyed all that waiting. Didn't you know how disgusted I as I sated the echidnas' discrimination against us by giving us an empty promise."

"Yea, why else you wouldn't retaliate against those dirt-diggers."

"Because it was Knuckles who made that promise with me, it the government that's not fulfilling it. He cares about everyone, not just his own kind. So if I declared war on the Echidnas, I would be the one break the promise with Knuckles, and I NEVER break a promise with someone I respect as an equal."

The Lieutenant then slump back into his seat, "Oh, boo-who."

"I understand you're frustration, boy. But what you did… it wasn't an act of war…"

"They were echidnas. And in war, all is fair."

"On military forces and official buildings: yes. But what you did was an act of terror… something so low that no Dingo would ever do, no matter how bad the situation is."

"So you're siding with the enemy now, General?"

"You still don't get it, do you? The civilians are the ones who have to live what their government gives them. They are some that out there who outrage about the policies for us Dingoes."

"LIKE WHO? None of those stinking echidnas give a rat's tail for us. Even after we teamed up with them to kick that Mammoth's butt and again to fight off those space-squids, they did squat for us!"

"It just seems that way. We need to keep a good image for ourselves so that most of the echidnas will-"

"What? Give us Doggy-Treats? I'm sick of this nice guy act. We should just use our resources at hands and take what WE deserve."

"And if we do so, we'll start another war! A good commander could at least see obvious outcomes from their actions."

"I'm just going what you taught me, old man. You're the one who change. You would take any advantage to take those spike-fists out. So far, you turned down those offers from Robotnik, and with that egghead's help we could RUN Angel Island."

"From what I told, that Overlander betrayed his own kind. So why should I trust them with my people?"

"If he gets out of line, we'll BLOW HIM UP!"

"It won't be that simple. Eggman has been known to pull a fast one on those who thought they can outsmart him… I manage to keep the Ehidnas' trust by promising justice for your actions. Your court marshal will start tomorrow. Pack you things by 1200 hours, you will be exile from the army and from the Island. You're dismissed…. Son."

The Lieutient simply got out of the chair with a sour face and stomped away. Stryker kept a stern face as his son started to leave. But the younger dingo took one more chance to mouth off.

"You know what, old man? You need to learn to know what's best for the Dingoes. Not just what you think is best."

"I could say the same to you, pup." replied the General.

Lt. Stryker then left the tent in a huff, leaving his father in the dark tent, with only an overhanging lamp as a source of light. Who then mumbled to himself,

"Where did I gone wrong with you, Kage?"

000

The Soldiers' sleeping area was quite rowdy when Lieutenant Stryker came back from his briefing with his old man.

"The old man has gone soft with the enemy; he's willing to punish his own son to please those short-stop pin-cushions. If we don't take action for ourselves, our grandkids will be force to leave in this carven as well as their children. We need a change of command if we want the Dingoes to be back in full glory again. We need a mutiny."

The other soldiers, who were at the peak of their patience with the echidnas' empty promise, agreed highly of the idea but there were doubts.

"But can it be done? General Stryker does have some loyal soldiers on his side. If this fails, all of us would be the ones banish." One solider pointed out.

"Oh, don't you fret about that," said Lieutenant with a devilish smirk, "I have an idea that settle that. We just need to overthrow the General in such a way, that everyone would respect our authority rules. And BOY do I have a way." The Lieutenant then open his bulky hands to relieve a strange silver device. Its shape was that of an egg-shape head with two long mustaches that became bushy at the ends…