This is the in-between story of Joshusa Kode's MASTER PIECE, Mobius Sequence, Sonic Resurrection and Silver Plague and Burning Mobius, if haven't read those already, quite wasting your time and read those and come back here! They deserved to be read, they are ART. Note, parts of this was written by Josh Kode himself. This is ONLY the prologue.

"It's not fair!" Screamed the machine though his voices box. The machine flashed though the sky in a blue metallic streak all the time screaming the same thing over and over. Emotions he programming was never meant to process flooded though him, (then again his programming was never meant to process emotions at all.) Loss, anger, longing, emptiness, frustration, and above all the overwhelming sense of being denied, cheated, robbed.
Both he and Silver MK III had heard the information at the same time. Metalla had never liked Silver, Silver saw Sonic just as a target to terminate, and Metal did too of course, but Sonic couldn't die, mustn't die, until he had proven what he had to prove. Metalla had to prove who the better of them was, the more skilled the faster, the smarter, he was going to better him! Anyone could kill Sonic; Metalla wanted more than that, in fact anyone had! Metal knew it had to a trick; something the hedgehog had done to convince his enemies he was no longer a threat. But no, both he and Silver had checked, Sonic was dead. Sonic was dead. Sonic was dead. Sonic was dead! The fact spun in Metalla's mind like a hideous chant.
"NO! You can't be dead! You can't!" Metalla denied, Silver had been more accepting. Metalla had found him an hour later, he had self terminated, laser blast at full power though the core system.
"No! No! No! No! NOOOOOO!" Metalla ran right though a solid rock cliff and came out the other side, he didn't notice.
"Why! Why? Why did you have to die?" The robot demanded of the dead.
"How could you of let ANYONE kill you except me?! It was supposed to be me from the beginning! Not Eggman, not Robotnick, not Chaos, not Enjack! It was always destine to be me! Such a worthless way to die, laser shoot to the chest, such an ORDINARY way to die. You deserved more! Why! WHY!!"
Metal burst upward though the cloud cover not caring where he went or where he was. Metal cut off the power to his voice box and did a dive-bomb for a mountain peak. Doing a perfect landing he began to shake, his fists clenched. Metal would of cried then and there if he had tear ducts, but had not been part of his design. Even his face could no express with was two solid pieces of metal, his eyes were unmoving, his cheeks unchanging, his voice was his only outlet, and even then he was limited to it's soul less droning except for that raging shirk. Robotnick had built him as an assassin nothing more, no less than that, he was supposed to be a mindless weapon designed to kill and only kill. His target was dead, why did he feel empty? Why did he feel at all! Damn Robotnick, he had built so much of Sonikku's mind and memories into him that he began to feel Sonic's emotions shortly after construction. He had been design to better than Sonikku, he knew that, no he WAS better than Sonic, he was more skilled, faster, quicker reaction time. But for unless he proved it, he would be remember as nothing more than copy of Sonic. Metal-Sonic.
Metalla screamed as far as his speaker would allow him. He had been stripped of everything, everything that had given him purpose and worth. Maybe he should take Silver's example and- NO! He would not take the coward's way out! That would be the final insult, Metal-Sonic the coward to the last!
Metalla was still quivering; he was alone, no master, no subordinates, no enemies, no allies. He could avoid Scor's troop easily here, but for what purpose? Sonic was dead. Sally was dead. Sally? Why should he even think of her! Damn it! So much of Sonic emotions were built into him he was driven to the point of insanity, try to figure out where Sonikku ended and where Metalla began!
"It's just not fair . . .," Metalla said again this time in a whisper.
"Any of it, just not fair."
Hours later, Metalla finally moved from his spring coiled position and scanned the area for a suitable location. There was a small cave in the rock face zero point two kilometers north east of him roughly a meter and a half in diameter; Metalla was at the mouth in a matter of seconds. There were no living things of any kind above the bacteria level inside the small stone cavern. Entering without a second thought, once inside, Metalla turned, and released a controlled repulsion field causing the mouth of the mock stone tomb to collapse.

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It was perhaps, years before Metalla reached light again. The cold embrace of the stones dug into his metal hide, all he could do was brood there, in his tomb. Metalla lost track of time, the days and nights passing like flashes. He needed no sleep, no food, what he needed was in a tomb . . .like him.
Metalla's brain was designed to receive transitions, most of witch he wrote off a pointless, useless information form Scor's distant Empire that he stored in his memory with barley processing it. He existed now for nothing, and nothing mattered but Sonikku. Fastest think alive, the works ate at him, dug into his silicon soul until it made him numb to the pain, numb to everything. Until he heard the words again . . .Scor was dead . . .Sonnu lived. . Sonnu! Sonic had no children by Sally; they were to far apart in genetics, but this . . .had to be his seed! This creature, destroyed the Emperor's turrets, decimated his empire, and lived beyond it. Metalla wrenched himself from the rock . . .he had a new target, a new existence.
Metalla's body was a perpetual motion machine, unlike other machines that wore out from constant movement; Metalla's body depended on it. After almost twenty years of performing no action beyond thinking, it shouldn't of surprised the metal assassin when after his initial break though his self made prison that his body crumpled almost helpless on the hard beige rock.
But 'almost' was the key word in the robot's mind. His systems were designed to repair themselves, or rather, he had modified them to cut down on his matinance needs, just as living things muscles regenerated from use, so too could his systems repair themselves only from use. Power was no problem, the synthetic Chaos Emerald installed as his power source in the Final Eggman gave him all the energy he needed. He just needed to start moving, and time. Ordering one arm to stretch out in front of him towards the source of the signal Metalla grabbed hold of the stone with his claws and started to drag his body forward. His ultra sensitive internal systems check told him his arm efficiently had already increases by 0.0001%. Anyone else would of been seriously discourage by this, but with a determination that bordered on obsession, Metalla order the other arm to move and drag him forward, and his legs to shuffle his body across the rocks.

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