A/N: I got board, I had this account lying around with no stories, I had an idea, and I had zero reason not to throw it out here. So here. Have a flash fiction, take it or leave it. I don't care.
Hovering in space, a fleet of alien spacecraft floats toward mobius. They'd studied it from afar, collected data on what they'd be facing, prepared for every situation.
The General squinted, the solar winds blowing over his carapace. His uniform glistened in the sunlight.
The mobian defenses wouldn't be a problem, they relied solely on a small group of heroes.
Primarily Sonic the hedgehog. They'd never match his speed or fighting prowess, but his strategy was to systematically take one base after another and go straight for the enemy headquarters without letting them recover.
To counter this, they wouldn't try to defeat him directly at all. They'd all put their efforts to slowing him down, then occupy the entire planet and destroy every living thing possible; they were after resources, not living space.
Once he died of malnutrition, they'd have free range over the remnants of the world.
Even still, the General felt uneasy. Something in the data was on his nerves. He couldn't pin it, but there was a factor they hadn't considered, he could feel it.
He lifted up a holo projector, showing the time line of a battleground from Sonic's arrival to his departure, taken using a reconnaissance drone capable of scanning everything in a five mile radius.
The General kept his eyes traced on the blue blur, scrolling through one frame at a time.
This was the worst kind of irritation: Knowing something yet not being conscious of it. Like having a question you want to ask, but being distracted just long enough to forget it, but still know you had it.
Then, something caught his eye. A piece of suspiciously raised earth. It didn't look 'in tune' with the other hills in the area.
He reached over and de-rendered it. There was a communications hub inside. Following it down he found an entire battalion of heavily armored war robots—Their armor was twelve times as strong as the grunts above.
The General's heart raced. He entered in a search command and found 233 matching bases across the planet—and 500 containing even larger, stronger robots.
That very same moment his ship came under fire: They'd been played. All of them. Even sonic, and his cohorts had been fooled.
Their hubris had caught up to them.
Their real enemy disguised himself as an incompetent conqueror. The real protector of Mobius hidden as its scourge had seen them coming far before they set their sights on it.
Massive warships decloaked around them, blocking out the sun and leaving them in total darkness.
A giant hologram formed, illuminating their relatively tiny vessels, and looking down on them like a disappointed teacher. The Eggman was here.
The General gave the order to retreat, but it was too late. The hologram's hand closed around them as the warships charged their cannons.
In his last moments, he heard the Eggman speak in a language he didn't know.
"Get a load of this!"