Open Your Heart To Live and Learn, A Sonic Gaiden Side Story
Grey Wolf: Hello! If you have been reading my main story, Sonic Gaiden: Prower
Saga, (If you haven't, you should.) this story gives some background to one of
my favorite Sonic characters, Nack the Weasel, and how he evolves through
trial-and-error to reinvent himself as a better skilled bounty hunter. I don't
know a whole lot about Nack, i've never played Triple Trouble or Nack the
Weasel, did you? Didn't think so. The story starts out at the end of Triple
Trouble.
Please note that this Nack is based off of the SEGA universe. That means no
Nicolette, no squad of bounty hunters, just Nack. I don't usually use or care
for SatAm characters and ideas. I haven't read those since I was twelve. (That's
why you never really see me reveiw a SatAm based story.)
(Please keep in mind that this is the introductory chapter, and the following
chapters will be longer. I wanted to expose this story to see what reaction I
would get, without ruining too much of the story, then I will load more
chapters.) PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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"........................."
"........................."
"........................?"
Nack opened his eyes and saw thick cloulds drifting in front of him, dropping
snowflakes on his face. He was lying in the snow, face up. The last thing he
remembered was he was hanging off of Robotnik's Egg Typhoon, fighting Eggman and
Knuckles for the Master Emerald. Nack pulled himself out of his weasel-shaped
crater in the snow. He stood up and brushed off the layer of snow that
accumulated on his face, legs, arms, and chest. He was freezeing cold.
"I must have been there for a while." Nack said to no one but himself. He
scratched his head, then looked at the almost comical imprint he left in the
snow. "My hat!" He got down on his knees and dug around the snow. "Where's my
damn hat?!" Nack said as he thrashed through the snow with his leather-gloved
hands. He gave up and looked around to get his bearings.
Bearings? Yeah right. He was lost. He took a guess that he was in the Hilltop
area. All he saw was snow, snow, and more snow. "No where to go. It all looks
the same." Nack though to himself. The snowfall became thicker and the wind
began to blow hard. He chose a direction and began walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walkIng.
He thought he was going to lose his toes to frostbite.
He kept walking and passed remmnants of a ski resort. The support beams for the
ski lift and benches, picnic tables, benches, small shacks, all trashed. He was
hoping to find some lodge or house of some sort, but it seems that no one has
been here for years. He kept walking and came to the top of a steep hill. Down
at the foot of the hill, Nack could see some smoke floating out of the chimney
of a cabin.
"People! There's people here!" He said, facing the wind, and he got a mouthful
of snow. He began to clumsily step his way down the face of the hill, dodging
trees and rocks on the way. He reached the foot of the hill and walked toward
the log cabin. The cabin wasn't small, but it wasn't very large, either. It had
a 'rooms for rent' sign in one of its frosted windows. Nack reached into a
pocket on his bandoleer and felt a wad of cash. "I guess I can pay them
honestly." He knocked on the door. The door swung open and he met the face of a
young male teenaged glacier bear.
The bear looked at Nack and spoke. "Hello. It's freezing cold out here! Are you
here to rent a room?"
Nack was surprised that the boy didn't recognize him as the dangerous theif and
bounty/treasure hunter, Nack the Weasel. He winced at this fault. "Yes, I'm here
for a room." Nack replied. The bear opened the door and let him in.
The inside was warm and had a cozy feel to it. The room in front of the entrance
wasn't large. There was a fireplace in the room doing its job. A television was
at the wall and a larger, older glacier bear was watching a news program. He
could see a hallway lined with doors on the other side of the room. A female
gleacier bear, probably the mother of the teenager that greeted him at the door,
walked out of the hallway and greeted Nack. She was rather thin looking when
compared to the other bears in the room.
"Are you here for the room sir? We have television and telephones." She asked.
She looked at the stun-shot pulsegun clipped to Nack's belt. "A hunter? We
usually get a lot of those during this time of year, hunting deer and such.
Lucky for you, we have a room left."
"How much is it for a room?" Nack asked her.
"Twenty-five dollars a night." She said. Nack nodded and handed her a
fifty-dollar bill. He planned to call some sort of transportation back to Khole,
his city. He didn't know a soul that would extend their hand out to help him. He
would think of someone, but he would do it tommorrow, after he gotten a good
night's rest. "The room is the last one down the hall." The woman added.
Nack went to his room and shut the door. He looked around the room and spotted a
bed, bathroom, a dressing mirror, a dresser, and a telephone and alarm clock
sitting on top of a small desk. He walked in front of the mirror and looked at
himself. What he saw in the mirror was a sorry excuse for a bounty hunter, a
lanky weasel that looks like a hillbilly toting his cousin's water gun. Except
now a hatless hillbilly. No wonder Ivo let him fall and left to die. There was
nothing to be feared about this person. This wasn't a bounty hunter, just some
shmoe that never killed anyone. He took the bandoleer off his shoulder and
tossed it aside. He took his belt and gun and set them on the desk.
He let himself fall on the bed and closed his eyes...........................
Ring.
Ring Ring.
Nack woke up and brought himself to answer the phone. He got out of bed and
picked up the handset off of the reciever. He held it up to his ear.
"Hello Nack." a somewhat tired voice said on the other end of the line.
"Who is this? How did you find me?" Nack asked the voice. Nack was a freelance
bountyhunter, and had no employers, so he wouldn't be easily found.
"It doesn't matter how I found you. I have seen you work. Your potential. I wish
to have a talk with you." The voice said.
"Why? No one ever hires me anymore, what potential could you see?" Nack said
into the reciver.
"You desire to become better. I have waited for someone like you to mold." The
voice said.
"Mold into what?" Nack asked.
"A more skilled and intimidating hunter." the voice replied. "I wish to share
better weapons and tools to a willing bounty hunter such as yourself."
"What will it cost me?" Nack asked.
"Not a dime." The voice said.
Nack hesitated, who would be so generous? "Then there's a catch." Nack replied.
"No. No catch. All I wish for is someone to test this technology. After one
assignment, you can help yourself to my tools or I can assist you throughout
your career."
"What is the assignment then?" Nack asked.
"You're not ready. The assignment involves you testing my technology." The voice
replied.
"Then where can I find you?" Nack asked.
"Go to Station Square tomorrow." The voice said.
"Station Square? That place is huge. How will I find you?" Nack asked.
"Here." The voice said as a notepad materialized on the desk, open with an
address written on the first page. Nack couldn't belive his eyes. "Meet me at
the entrance at ten a.m.."
"How did you do that?" Nack asked. Perhaps this person isn't leading him on a
wild goosechase.
"This is just a mere sample of the tools I have." The voice said in a boastful
fashion.
"But then there is another problem. A known bounty hunter walking into a big
city can have its disadvantages." Nack said into the reciver.
"There is a large bottle of peroxide in the closet behind you, bleach your
entire body white, and wear your hair longer from now on, you'll be traversing
cities often for a while." The voice said.
"How will I get there? You probably know that i'm more than five hundred miles
from Station Square." Nack asked.
"Tomorrow morning, there will be a hovercraft outside of the lodge." The voice
said. "Be prompt, I don't like wailting." the voice said and hung up. Nack heard
the dial tone and put the handset back onto the reciver. He thought about his
turn of events. Could this be real? A stranger, out of the blue, asking for
help? One assignment, that's all. Then he could have all of these amazing tools
at his disposal, being unstoppable. But then he thought about what the man ment
when he said 'assist you throughout your carrer.'. Would he need the help of the
stranger later on? Nack gave himself a headache thinking about this. He
collapsed back on his bed and tried to sleep.
The next morning.........................
Knock!
Knock!
"Sir! Sir! A craft and a note arrived for you sir!" The voice of the teenaged
bear awoke Nack. Nack rolled out of bed and opened the door and met the face of
the teenager. "The hovercraft appeared this morning, along with a note for you."
The teenager said as he handed him an envelope. Nack closed the door and opened
the note.
"Dear Nack,
The keys to the hovercraft is in the second pocket of your bandoleer. Your
pistol has been replaced with a laser shot, complete with chaos drive batteries,
just in case you would run into trouble on the way. Hurry up, or you're goning
to be late. And you still haven't bleached yourself. If you want the reward,
then you have to follow my directions to a tee. Don't disappoint me.
Friend."
"I wasn't dreaming." Nack said disbelief. He opened to door of the closet.
The closet was absolutely empty, exept for a large bottle of peroxide.
Later that morning...............
Nack was in the cockpit of a sleek one-seated hovercraft, gliding over the water
of the ocean, full speed.
"After all of theses surprises, I am ready for anything." Nack thought to
himself. "But the stranger, what will he employ me for?" He saw the coastline of
Station Square in the distance, with the city's large and prominent office
buildings, reflecting morning sunlight over the water. He neared the beach and
parked the hovercraft in a parking space. He got out of the craft, but left his
bandoleer and gun inside, thinking that he wouldn't need it, and kept the
address note in his hand. As soon he got a few feet away from the vehicle, it
vanished.
He walked down the streets of Station Square, and looked at the torn note.
"33273 main." He walked through the sidewalk, passing by people on thier way to
work, daily routine. All they saw was a white weasel walking down the street.
He found the address, and It turned out to be a small restruant. He looked for
someone to spot a white weasel, but no one answered to him. He walked inside. He
took a seat inside the small eatery, and scanned around the room for someone to
recognize him. He turned his head and met the face of a kind-looking 45 year old
male rat. He was wearing a large black vest. He had a pair of glasses resting on
his forehead.
"Hello Nack. You're two minutes late. Don't dissapoint me so soon." The rat said
with the same voice of the telephone call. "I am Ivan Cameron, the man who led
you here." Ivan said as he reached into a vest pocket and pulle out an object
the size of a ping-pong ball. He set it on the table and pressed the large blue
button on its top. The object bleeped and emitted a breif flash of light, like
the flashbulb of a camera.
"What was that for?" Nack asked.
"I don't want the information i'm giving you to be heard by others. This device
simply makes others see us as two gentlemen conversing about last night's
baseball game." Ivan said. "Now let us talk. I am a lone scientist, uncovering
lost research that G.U.N. has sealed away. I have uncovered and worked on
numerous experiments, such as our small friend here..." He pointed to the
ping-pong ball-sized object. "...and the the teleportation device that you have
seen the results of. I have found numerous super-soldier enhancing tools that I
have worked on and improved, they were abandoned by G.U.N.."
"Why would G.U.N. abandon something that would improve its military?" Nack
asked.
"Simple. The man who created them was executed. And only he knew how to make
more, or improve the tools, because of his unique inventions were ahead of his
time. I have studied his work for a long time, and now managed to duplicate the
inventions." Ivan said.
"I see were you're going. You need me to test the tools and the assignment
involves me finding a treasure to help finance your reaserch." Nack said.
"No. That is not needed. The research seems to stop at a point before the
scientist went to space, and I want it. You are going to look for Gerald
Robotnk's remaining research diary, G.U.N. has sealed it away somewhere, and the
last of his reserch is written in that diary." Ivan said.
"What is so important about it?" Nack asked. "You seem to have the most
important tools, why would you need the final days of his reasearch?" Nack
asked.
"Simple, the last of his research has him making artificial organs, limbs,
brains, and an ability to manipulate Chaos energy.......he seems to be leading
up to something, and I want to find out what it is." Ivan paused for a second.
"So what will it be? Do you accept or decline the job?"
"I accept."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Grey
Wolf: So what did you think? REVEIW TO TELL ME!!! Tell me if I should keep going
with this story. Now I must go back and work more on my beloved Sonic Gaiden:
Prower Saga.
Grey Wolf: Hello! If you have been reading my main story, Sonic Gaiden: Prower
Saga, (If you haven't, you should.) this story gives some background to one of
my favorite Sonic characters, Nack the Weasel, and how he evolves through
trial-and-error to reinvent himself as a better skilled bounty hunter. I don't
know a whole lot about Nack, i've never played Triple Trouble or Nack the
Weasel, did you? Didn't think so. The story starts out at the end of Triple
Trouble.
Please note that this Nack is based off of the SEGA universe. That means no
Nicolette, no squad of bounty hunters, just Nack. I don't usually use or care
for SatAm characters and ideas. I haven't read those since I was twelve. (That's
why you never really see me reveiw a SatAm based story.)
(Please keep in mind that this is the introductory chapter, and the following
chapters will be longer. I wanted to expose this story to see what reaction I
would get, without ruining too much of the story, then I will load more
chapters.) PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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"........................."
"........................."
"........................?"
Nack opened his eyes and saw thick cloulds drifting in front of him, dropping
snowflakes on his face. He was lying in the snow, face up. The last thing he
remembered was he was hanging off of Robotnik's Egg Typhoon, fighting Eggman and
Knuckles for the Master Emerald. Nack pulled himself out of his weasel-shaped
crater in the snow. He stood up and brushed off the layer of snow that
accumulated on his face, legs, arms, and chest. He was freezeing cold.
"I must have been there for a while." Nack said to no one but himself. He
scratched his head, then looked at the almost comical imprint he left in the
snow. "My hat!" He got down on his knees and dug around the snow. "Where's my
damn hat?!" Nack said as he thrashed through the snow with his leather-gloved
hands. He gave up and looked around to get his bearings.
Bearings? Yeah right. He was lost. He took a guess that he was in the Hilltop
area. All he saw was snow, snow, and more snow. "No where to go. It all looks
the same." Nack though to himself. The snowfall became thicker and the wind
began to blow hard. He chose a direction and began walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walkIng.
He thought he was going to lose his toes to frostbite.
He kept walking and passed remmnants of a ski resort. The support beams for the
ski lift and benches, picnic tables, benches, small shacks, all trashed. He was
hoping to find some lodge or house of some sort, but it seems that no one has
been here for years. He kept walking and came to the top of a steep hill. Down
at the foot of the hill, Nack could see some smoke floating out of the chimney
of a cabin.
"People! There's people here!" He said, facing the wind, and he got a mouthful
of snow. He began to clumsily step his way down the face of the hill, dodging
trees and rocks on the way. He reached the foot of the hill and walked toward
the log cabin. The cabin wasn't small, but it wasn't very large, either. It had
a 'rooms for rent' sign in one of its frosted windows. Nack reached into a
pocket on his bandoleer and felt a wad of cash. "I guess I can pay them
honestly." He knocked on the door. The door swung open and he met the face of a
young male teenaged glacier bear.
The bear looked at Nack and spoke. "Hello. It's freezing cold out here! Are you
here to rent a room?"
Nack was surprised that the boy didn't recognize him as the dangerous theif and
bounty/treasure hunter, Nack the Weasel. He winced at this fault. "Yes, I'm here
for a room." Nack replied. The bear opened the door and let him in.
The inside was warm and had a cozy feel to it. The room in front of the entrance
wasn't large. There was a fireplace in the room doing its job. A television was
at the wall and a larger, older glacier bear was watching a news program. He
could see a hallway lined with doors on the other side of the room. A female
gleacier bear, probably the mother of the teenager that greeted him at the door,
walked out of the hallway and greeted Nack. She was rather thin looking when
compared to the other bears in the room.
"Are you here for the room sir? We have television and telephones." She asked.
She looked at the stun-shot pulsegun clipped to Nack's belt. "A hunter? We
usually get a lot of those during this time of year, hunting deer and such.
Lucky for you, we have a room left."
"How much is it for a room?" Nack asked her.
"Twenty-five dollars a night." She said. Nack nodded and handed her a
fifty-dollar bill. He planned to call some sort of transportation back to Khole,
his city. He didn't know a soul that would extend their hand out to help him. He
would think of someone, but he would do it tommorrow, after he gotten a good
night's rest. "The room is the last one down the hall." The woman added.
Nack went to his room and shut the door. He looked around the room and spotted a
bed, bathroom, a dressing mirror, a dresser, and a telephone and alarm clock
sitting on top of a small desk. He walked in front of the mirror and looked at
himself. What he saw in the mirror was a sorry excuse for a bounty hunter, a
lanky weasel that looks like a hillbilly toting his cousin's water gun. Except
now a hatless hillbilly. No wonder Ivo let him fall and left to die. There was
nothing to be feared about this person. This wasn't a bounty hunter, just some
shmoe that never killed anyone. He took the bandoleer off his shoulder and
tossed it aside. He took his belt and gun and set them on the desk.
He let himself fall on the bed and closed his eyes...........................
Ring.
Ring Ring.
Nack woke up and brought himself to answer the phone. He got out of bed and
picked up the handset off of the reciever. He held it up to his ear.
"Hello Nack." a somewhat tired voice said on the other end of the line.
"Who is this? How did you find me?" Nack asked the voice. Nack was a freelance
bountyhunter, and had no employers, so he wouldn't be easily found.
"It doesn't matter how I found you. I have seen you work. Your potential. I wish
to have a talk with you." The voice said.
"Why? No one ever hires me anymore, what potential could you see?" Nack said
into the reciver.
"You desire to become better. I have waited for someone like you to mold." The
voice said.
"Mold into what?" Nack asked.
"A more skilled and intimidating hunter." the voice replied. "I wish to share
better weapons and tools to a willing bounty hunter such as yourself."
"What will it cost me?" Nack asked.
"Not a dime." The voice said.
Nack hesitated, who would be so generous? "Then there's a catch." Nack replied.
"No. No catch. All I wish for is someone to test this technology. After one
assignment, you can help yourself to my tools or I can assist you throughout
your career."
"What is the assignment then?" Nack asked.
"You're not ready. The assignment involves you testing my technology." The voice
replied.
"Then where can I find you?" Nack asked.
"Go to Station Square tomorrow." The voice said.
"Station Square? That place is huge. How will I find you?" Nack asked.
"Here." The voice said as a notepad materialized on the desk, open with an
address written on the first page. Nack couldn't belive his eyes. "Meet me at
the entrance at ten a.m.."
"How did you do that?" Nack asked. Perhaps this person isn't leading him on a
wild goosechase.
"This is just a mere sample of the tools I have." The voice said in a boastful
fashion.
"But then there is another problem. A known bounty hunter walking into a big
city can have its disadvantages." Nack said into the reciver.
"There is a large bottle of peroxide in the closet behind you, bleach your
entire body white, and wear your hair longer from now on, you'll be traversing
cities often for a while." The voice said.
"How will I get there? You probably know that i'm more than five hundred miles
from Station Square." Nack asked.
"Tomorrow morning, there will be a hovercraft outside of the lodge." The voice
said. "Be prompt, I don't like wailting." the voice said and hung up. Nack heard
the dial tone and put the handset back onto the reciver. He thought about his
turn of events. Could this be real? A stranger, out of the blue, asking for
help? One assignment, that's all. Then he could have all of these amazing tools
at his disposal, being unstoppable. But then he thought about what the man ment
when he said 'assist you throughout your carrer.'. Would he need the help of the
stranger later on? Nack gave himself a headache thinking about this. He
collapsed back on his bed and tried to sleep.
The next morning.........................
Knock!
Knock!
"Sir! Sir! A craft and a note arrived for you sir!" The voice of the teenaged
bear awoke Nack. Nack rolled out of bed and opened the door and met the face of
the teenager. "The hovercraft appeared this morning, along with a note for you."
The teenager said as he handed him an envelope. Nack closed the door and opened
the note.
"Dear Nack,
The keys to the hovercraft is in the second pocket of your bandoleer. Your
pistol has been replaced with a laser shot, complete with chaos drive batteries,
just in case you would run into trouble on the way. Hurry up, or you're goning
to be late. And you still haven't bleached yourself. If you want the reward,
then you have to follow my directions to a tee. Don't disappoint me.
Friend."
"I wasn't dreaming." Nack said disbelief. He opened to door of the closet.
The closet was absolutely empty, exept for a large bottle of peroxide.
Later that morning...............
Nack was in the cockpit of a sleek one-seated hovercraft, gliding over the water
of the ocean, full speed.
"After all of theses surprises, I am ready for anything." Nack thought to
himself. "But the stranger, what will he employ me for?" He saw the coastline of
Station Square in the distance, with the city's large and prominent office
buildings, reflecting morning sunlight over the water. He neared the beach and
parked the hovercraft in a parking space. He got out of the craft, but left his
bandoleer and gun inside, thinking that he wouldn't need it, and kept the
address note in his hand. As soon he got a few feet away from the vehicle, it
vanished.
He walked down the streets of Station Square, and looked at the torn note.
"33273 main." He walked through the sidewalk, passing by people on thier way to
work, daily routine. All they saw was a white weasel walking down the street.
He found the address, and It turned out to be a small restruant. He looked for
someone to spot a white weasel, but no one answered to him. He walked inside. He
took a seat inside the small eatery, and scanned around the room for someone to
recognize him. He turned his head and met the face of a kind-looking 45 year old
male rat. He was wearing a large black vest. He had a pair of glasses resting on
his forehead.
"Hello Nack. You're two minutes late. Don't dissapoint me so soon." The rat said
with the same voice of the telephone call. "I am Ivan Cameron, the man who led
you here." Ivan said as he reached into a vest pocket and pulle out an object
the size of a ping-pong ball. He set it on the table and pressed the large blue
button on its top. The object bleeped and emitted a breif flash of light, like
the flashbulb of a camera.
"What was that for?" Nack asked.
"I don't want the information i'm giving you to be heard by others. This device
simply makes others see us as two gentlemen conversing about last night's
baseball game." Ivan said. "Now let us talk. I am a lone scientist, uncovering
lost research that G.U.N. has sealed away. I have uncovered and worked on
numerous experiments, such as our small friend here..." He pointed to the
ping-pong ball-sized object. "...and the the teleportation device that you have
seen the results of. I have found numerous super-soldier enhancing tools that I
have worked on and improved, they were abandoned by G.U.N.."
"Why would G.U.N. abandon something that would improve its military?" Nack
asked.
"Simple. The man who created them was executed. And only he knew how to make
more, or improve the tools, because of his unique inventions were ahead of his
time. I have studied his work for a long time, and now managed to duplicate the
inventions." Ivan said.
"I see were you're going. You need me to test the tools and the assignment
involves me finding a treasure to help finance your reaserch." Nack said.
"No. That is not needed. The research seems to stop at a point before the
scientist went to space, and I want it. You are going to look for Gerald
Robotnk's remaining research diary, G.U.N. has sealed it away somewhere, and the
last of his reserch is written in that diary." Ivan said.
"What is so important about it?" Nack asked. "You seem to have the most
important tools, why would you need the final days of his reasearch?" Nack
asked.
"Simple, the last of his research has him making artificial organs, limbs,
brains, and an ability to manipulate Chaos energy.......he seems to be leading
up to something, and I want to find out what it is." Ivan paused for a second.
"So what will it be? Do you accept or decline the job?"
"I accept."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Grey
Wolf: So what did you think? REVEIW TO TELL ME!!! Tell me if I should keep going
with this story. Now I must go back and work more on my beloved Sonic Gaiden:
Prower Saga.