ARK: A Missive From 50 Years Ago. . .

Chapter 1

"An Ellipse."

Cold. Isolated. Solitude. Empty yet filled. Together but apart. All around yet nowhere. Cramped. But. Space. If you looked up at night, you can get a taste, a sample if you will, of it and its vastness. However, from a higher point, like a space colony, you can see much much more. Still a taste, but one big enough to leave an after taste of just how much space is out there. Such is the view from the first bernal sphere space colony, called ARK. Built 50 years ago by the great Professor Gerald Robotnik, and the thing that launched his greatness into the eyes of world leaders and other top scientist alike, it was far more advanced than anything mankind had accomplished prior. Even 50 years later, it was still over 50 years ahead of its time. Maybe in a case of narcissism, it looked like its maker. Its two "eyes" in a never blinking stare at the planet below, its six wings, three on each side, the tips of its "mustache", its "nose", long and even, housed the powerful Eclipse Cannon, a weapon powerful enough to "pierce the stars" with the seven chaos emeralds. Self-sustaining, the wings housing massive and a many solar panels, amongst other robots and systems keeping it in top shape and perfect orbit. Its Dimension (In miles) :

Eyes : 2.071

Nose Length : 3.106

Nose width : 1.6568

Diameter : 9.32

Dome Height : 4.66

Wings : 3.816

Pupils : 0.4142.

It was like a mini city of possible opportunity and possible terror. As it hung alone in space, drifting into a stable orbit, bordering hibernation mode as it went into at the end of the events of the Biolizard incident, the sun rounded to the other end of the planet, leaving the ARK in the dark. In response, you could see lights and systems flare to life. Alive and yet never quite living to begin with, there was nothing but peace on the ARK. The ARK faced a whole world of opportunity ahead of it. All of this observed by an all too familiar black hedgehog who stood in the infamous Capsule Room, staring out the window, arms crossed, and not uttering a single word, deep in thought. "….."