Hi everyone! Welcome to the story! It is based on the 2 episodes from Sonic X revolving their adventures on Marasia because I really liked them, but saw room for improvement. I wanted to re-create it with my own twist (for example, Chris' butt stays home) but I tried to keep the characters' personalities the same.
Another thing I changed slightly that I should explain is the character Vanilla. In my series, I made Vanilla Cream's older sister (not her mom) and Amy's foremost best friend. I figured Cream was too young to completely fulfill the role of a teenager's best friend, but I like her so I didn't want to chop her out of the story.
I've been working on this story for a while now and I think it's finally ready for public reading. I'm constantly trying to improve my writing style so please leave reviews on what you like/don't like. Enjoy!
It was a darkened, dreary, silent night. A dense fog hovered stoutly over murky waters, crawling with a lethargic pace. The stillness of the water contributed to an eerie atmosphere. Amidst the thick haze, a massive military steamship navigated languidly through it. Its cool and gray metal exterior was scarcely visible through the mist. On each side, the word "Seahawk" was painted in yellow letters that had bronzed with age. In the bridge, the captain strained his eyes, glaring out the front window in an attempt to construe any figures. There had been rumors of suspicious activity amongst these waters and he had been assigned to investigate. Although the ship had been sailing for hours, he saw nothing but the endless brume.
A few yards behind him, a woman sat at the communications station. She chanted into a small speaker, "This is Seahawk. I repeat: this is Seahawk. HQ, do you read me?" She heard only a faint, indistinct crackling on the receiving end. Then finally a voice: "Seahawk, this is HQ. Please respond immediately."
She spoke again into the microphone. "This is Seahawk. I repeat: this is Seahawk." More crackling. No answer.
"HQ can't hear us," she announced to the captain. His back remained facing her, showing no response. Her bright blue eyes danced with a tinge of unease. Behind her, another crew member shouted suddenly, "The electrical interference is increasing! Our connection with headquarters is being cut off!" He attempted to mask the alarm in his voice but everyone detected it. They knew the situation lacked potential to be any worse. The entire crew looked to the captain, bearing their eyes into his back. He closed his eyes, fighting the suspicion that the interference of the electrical waves was related to the enigmatic occurrences in that area. Yet, there was a slight pang chewing inside him that correlated regret. Why had he been chosen to lead this particular mission? Why not another brave and capable captain? It doesn't matter now, I need to focus. He could hear the crew's silent screams begging for direction. Save us, Captain!
He turned to face his crew, opening his mouth to speak motivational words. A man in the rear of the room stood up suddenly, pointing at something with a trembling finger. The muscles in his neck distended while his mouth lay agape, speechless. His eyes were large and thick with awed terror as they rigidly locked on the spectacle outside the ship's window. Everyone rushed over to see, but the captain stood his ground. "Speak," he ordered the frozen sailor.
The anxious mob surrounding him gasped abruptly and the entire ship quaked, tossing everyone into the air. They hit the metal floor with a loud bang, screaming out of terror and agony. The captain grabbed a nearby railing the break his fall. He pulled himself to his knees and looked out the window, horrified. Two rays of green light were shooting from the sea, slicing through the foggy sky. The petrified faces of his crew were the last sight before a tsunami wave engulfed the entire ship and took it under. He swore he heard a blood-curdling roar before everything went black. The speaker at the communications shouted, "Seahawk! This is HQ! Seahawk, come in! Please re-". The voice cut off.
When the tides settled, all that remained was a lone life ring, floating gently in the current, with the name "Seahawk" engraved in it.