Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story; even the characters that I made up are made up of ideas that Sega came up with to begin with. Although if someone uses the name "Superbion' without my permission, I will be hard on you. No one else uses that name anywhere, so if I find it in a story that I didn't not give an author permission to put him in… Well, you get the idea. Anyway, enjoy the story.
Note: A character in here is called Nothost as well. It's not me in there, but that character is where I got the idea for my name today. Also, this story takes place after the death of dark oak, but I have the regeneration of Cosmo successful, which explains why she is alive at this point of time. Part of the reason why I did this is that I believe that the death of Cosmo was a rushed attempt at ending the show right then, which disappointed quite a bit of fans in the process. PM me if you want to know the other reasons I have chosen to do this.
Superbion was in a bad mood. Why was he in a bad mood? He had been walking through this damn forest for the past 3 days. He had found a stream 4 hours ago, so he wasn't dying of thirst, but having both his arms paralyzed made taking any water with him to drink later was out of the question. He pushed through a tangle of branches, only to have one of them smack him in the face, slamming him on the soft forest ground. He cursed. Having limp arms that couldn't do anything was a pain in the ass sometimes. Oh well, fortunately, he had figured out how to get off the ground without his arms a long time ago. He tried to raise his knees to the highest position and use his back to push off of the ground. To his surprise, he found that something was holding him down. "What the hell? What is this… root?
To his horror, he found that he was stuck underneath a tree root. Well, that's not made him horrified. What made him horrified was the knowledge that, before he had tried to pass through the tangle of branches, the tree root was exactly 5 feet away from its current position. The tree roots can move? Amazing! I just wish I wasn't the one under it. He struggled, but all his efforts were futile. For whatever reason, the tree refused to let him go.
"So I'm going to starve to death under a tree huh? What a way to go. I had so many things I wanted to do too. And now I'll never be able to do them." Quite a bit of time passed. He felt tired after awhile, but he remained awake.
"No! I won't die here!" He thought as quickly as he could, but most of the plans he had in mind involved having arms, which was out of the question. Finally, sleep overtook him. As he lost consciousness, he swore he saw a figure coming towards him. However, he was too out of it to give it any thought.
"Hurry up will you? I've been here long enough!" Nothost yelled into the speaker.
"Sorry sir, we're doing our best here you know! But it takes a real long time to make a spaceship with decent hyper drive capabilities."
"So you Cybrans keep on telling me." One more word out of you Krevax and I'll throw you off a cliff like Baran.
Krevax swallowed. After hanging Baran from a rope over a cliff for 30 minutes, Nothost cut the rope and watched him plummet to his demise. Being short and stubby insect-like creatures, Cybrans had an extreme fear of heights, and Nothost knew it. "Yes sir."
"Get back to work." Nothost dismissed him.
"Yes sir, right away." Krevax hurried away as quickly as he could. When he was out of the throne room, he sighed. Ever since Nothost had single-handedly taken over the planet, his people were reduced to ant work; building his castle, furniture, and now this spaceship. Then he had the audacity just to sat back and watch all of them work for him. Quite a bit of other Cybrans felt this way; most of the ones who didn't serve Nothost of their own free would assassinate him if they got the chance. Still, not all of them were part of the resistance movement that Krevax was secretly a part of. Krevax had complained to the leader, Yaha, about their apparent lack of action to get rid of Nothost, but Yaha had dismissed his argument saying "I was a war veteran in the army that went up against Nothost. And I'll just say this right now. Even if we all march upon his castle and attacked him, we wouldn't be able to kill him. I've seen him tear right through the ranks of a 6,000 strong army without as much as his clothes scratched. The only person I know of who might be able to stand up against him is Sonic the hedgehog. Marsh escaped from here to tell Sonic in person, but as you know, with the communications being constantly monitored by Nothost, we can't send out a message to him. The only thing we can do is pray for his success."
"That was a month ago! He's probably been killed by bounty hunters at this point! How can you just sit back and watch our people suffer and die at that madman's leisure?!" Krevax had never forgotten the tired, sad look the old man had given him right then. For the first time, Yaha looked like an old man to Krevax, instead of the strong resistance leader that he had come to known.
"For now Krevax, it's the only thing we can do."
"He has my sister locked up, my sister Yaha, the last family I have. And you're telling me just to sit back and do nothing?"
"I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be."
Krevax had then punched him, before walking angrily out of the room. Most of the council wanted to demote him for that, but Yaha intervened, saying that he had a just cause to do so. Krevax supposed he had to thank the old man for that. Suddenly, Krevax's communicator beeped. This was unusual. There wasn't a planned resistance meeting today. Krevax took off as quickly as he could without attracting attention.
Superbion woke up in a nice, soft bed. "Wait, how did I get here? The last thing I remember was being attacked by the really weird tree. He tried to sit up, but he ended up falling off half of the bed, with his top side hanging over the bed.
"You shouldn't push yourself you know. You've been through a lot, being under that tree for so long." A worried, female voice said. He was helped back up to the bed by what appeared to be a giant rabbit. She smiled at him. "You worried me for a little while. You were asleep for 3 days straight. I'm glad I found you when I did."
"How did you get that tree off of me?"
The rabbit frowned. "There was nothing on you. You were just lying in the middle of the forest unconscious when I found you."
"Is that so? Great, I was hallucinating. I just hope that was due to my physical condition at the time, and not a permanent thing. He stared at the rabbit. It was dressed in a violet dress with a red front and a blue ribbon tied around her neck. She was now smiling at him; apparently his recovery meant a lot to her.
"This is surprising. Most humans wouldn't show this much concern for someone as disfigured as myself was lying on the ground unconscious. Then again, she isn't human." He noticed a tray of food, and a glass of water. All of the food was compromised of various vegetables like broccoli, although there was a lot of lettuce and carrots though.
"Do you need help with eating? I couldn't help but notice that you don't have any arms. It must be difficult for you."
Superbion stared at her wide eyed for a moment before finally gaining enough composure to reply "no, but thanks for the offer anyway. This is the first time anyone has offered to do that to me. This place sure is strange."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure that I can eat by myself. Could you please leave the room now?"
"Call me if you need anything." The rabbit walked out of the room. Superbion sat up, and started grabbing food with his teeth and slowly chewing on it. He had learned the hard way that you had to be very patient to eat like this; he had nearly choked to death on hamburger this way once. After he had eaten and drinks his fill, he lay back down on the bed and tried to go to sleep. He realized that he was wearing a strange set of clothes; they looked like a girls, with a long red gown that went down to his legs. He groaned. He presumed she took off his dirty torn clothes and replaced them with these monstrosities. That rabbit had meant well, but he couldn't take them damn things off without arms. Well, come nightfall, he was sneaking out of this house, and he didn't particularly care what set of clothes he was wearing.
Krevax took his place at the high council meeting of the resistance, which comprised of 6 other members, including Yaha, who sat at the end of the table.
"So what is the meaning of calling the high council down hear Yaha?" Asked Hetra, a woman well known for her triumphs in the Battle of Moho's Gorge. "You know how big of a risk this is, gathering us all here. So I would appreciate you telling us why we're here, and it better be worth the risk, whatever it is.
Yaha sighed. "We've gotten a message from Marsh."
At this, the entire room was in an uproar; "you did?" "What did he say?" "Did he contact Sonic?"
"Alright, that's enough everyone!" Yaha banged his fist on the table "He said that Sonic was gone for a long time, but has just returned from space. He expects to have sonic coming within a day or two."
"And how long will it be before he gets here?" Grena, on particularly fat council member asked.
"He didn't say, but it seemed hopeful."
"This is rubbish! By the time he gets back, Nothost will have completed his ship, and then god knows what he plans to do. He will be out of our reach and he knows it! We have got to strike as soon as possible!"
"You know how futile that will be, Drago. How do you propose to kill him? Our lasers, fast as they are, don't seem to be able to hit him. Explosions are out of the question, ever since he set up a blockage around the planet, not even a grenade pin can be found. Our only choice is to wait for Marsh to show up with Sonic."
"And what if what Grena says is right? What if Nothost manages to complete his starship before they get back?"
"The Ship won't be complete for another month or so, we'll give them 29 days to show up. We'll plan an operation to blow up the ship before that time period. If they don't show up, we'll blow up that damn ship and whoever's on it.'
"Still, I think that we should…" He was interrupted by the door being knocked down, and Cybrex wearing the black uniform of Nothost that depicted red eyes glaring out at whoever was looking at the logo.
"Yaha, you and the rest of the high council is to be brought before Nothost alive. He wants to "set an example" with all of you before killing you for your treason."
"How did you find us? I thought we hid ourselves so far underground that you wouldn't be able to find us."
"That's none of your business, now get moving!" The guard held up his laser.
"This guy is a fool if he thinks he can just walk in and take the council. We'll aren't unarmed." He reached for his laser, and quickly fired it at the guards along with the rest of his council members. Or at least, they tried to. Nothing happened. The guard grinned at him, as if this was some kind of sick joke he wasn't in on. "What's the matter, your toys not working?" He taunted.
"How the hell did this happen?" Unfortunately, he already knew the answer to that horrible thought. There was a traitor in their ranks, probably in the engineering department. Oh well, he still had the stun turrets to blast them with. He pressed a button, and part of the ceiling opened up to reveal turrets that aimed themselves at the guards.
"I'd like to know how you deactivated our lasers, but that's something I can ask you after I send you to the torture chambers."
The guards just laughed in response. "We aren't going anywhere, but lord Nothost will send you straight to hell!" The stun turrets turned, and aimed themselves at the council members. It was over in seconds. As he slipped into unconsciousness he thought "We've been played with this whole time. The spy was in the council all along."
Who is the traitor? What is Superbion after exactly? And will Sonic help Marsh defeat the tyrant Nothost? Find out in the next chapter!