The Organization

Chapter 1

"There is hope yet for the future of our world, I represent the undertaking of an experiment, one that could alter the lives of all my friends in the Sonic Universe forever. As I sit here typing this into my data log I can't but think about who will read this once I've departed from this world. What will they do with this information? What can they do with it? That doesn't matter anymore, I do what I do to protect the people I love, and nothing else,"

I woke up in my bed and got up. My dark room was as always, full of mechanical junk, the only light being the computer monitor. I had been so tired the night before I didn't even get out of my clothes from the mission, so I was wearing clothes that were torn up and dirty. Some of it had gotten on the bed and my shoes were covered in dirt and dried mud. All I could do for the last few days was missions, back to back adventures with my allies, but ever since my escapade during Christmas time with the Sonic gang I've been a bit… depressed. What am I doing here? Sure I halted the Military agent project for a while but who knows when it'll be put back in? It's been halted many times before, but despite what anyone says about it being 'immoral' and 'an act of criminal dictators' it's always been put back into motion, because it works. Sadly it's the most effective way to stop these kinds of things, whether or not I stop it, it'll just be put back when I'm dead.

That's how it works… nothing is set in stone, villains just wait the heroes out until time does to them what they cannot… kill them.

I put my clothes in the laundry chute, they'd be fixed and cleaned by lunch time, so about two hours. I decided to put my pajamas on and just relaxed in my room. There was always a sort of eeriness to our rooms. For starters I was down in the dumps when I got my new room, so I requested one with no windows to keep out natural light. Then of course the machinery, the constant moving of gears and wheels. There's a caged off area on the left side of my room, on the other side is machinery working to keep things running in the facility above me, as you've probably guessed by now I live underground in the basement areas. The reason I wanted this room was because there was always noise, a white noise of machines and gears and pistons and cogs and other things.

I just… didn't like silence. I found it creepy.

Then of course the only light in my room came from my computer monitor, which was always on. I liked the light greenish, teal color shining in my dark metal room, it was relaxing and creepy at the same time, I loved it. I relaxed on my soft bed and tried to get myself back to sleep, ignoring the dirt and other things, but it was no use. I got back up again and took off the covers and sheets and threw them down the chute as well, they'd be done around the same time. I took out my spare set and made my bed. I realized by this time I was too awake to fall back to sleep so I made myself comfortable and laid on my bed. I reached up to the shelf over my head and grabbed a Play station 3 Controller. My friends, knowing about my love for video games, decided they'd get me some for Christmas. I turned on the console and then the T.V. as well and played some Ratchet and Clank, it was fun jumping around the cool worlds and shooting the comedic enemies, sort of forgetting how dangerous real combat was.

Eventually I got to a boss fight and after a few minutes I had beaten it really easily, I had been playing the series for a long time now so it wasn't a big surprise I could win so fast. I set the controller down and relaxed on my bed, the adrenaline now gone from my body since the fight was over. I rolled over on my side and tried to drift off to sleep as I shut off the console using the controller.

That's when I heard it.

My computer screen started to flash and some programs began to run. I turned over once again at the sounds of beeping and automatic clicking to see what was happening. Whenever that happened it meant something bad was gonna happen. I hopped out of bed and ran to the computer screen and waited for the programs to finish running. That's when it all stopped, the computer stopped flashing, the programs stopped running everything stopped moving on screen. Once again there was just the white noise of the machines filling the room.

I saw the message plain as day, and it nearly made me fall out of my chair in astonishment.

"The Sonic Universe is under Military attack orders.

Administered by the head of the Universal Stability Bureau," (U.S.B.)