A/N: This is my first Fanfic ever, and is based in the Archie comic Universe so...hope ya'll enjoy. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated :D. I do not own the Sonic the hedgehog Franchise or any of it's characters. The only thing I own is my OC's and this story.

A/N: Update: I apologize for many mistakes made when I first posted these chapters. I'm currently going back and fixing them.

The Robotnik war: The untold story

Prologue

Robotropolis, once known as Mobotropolis. One of the greatest cities on Mobius, was now nothing more than wasteland full of Dr. Robotnik's factories and full of machines that done his evil bidding. It was almost impossible to live there without Robotnik knowing. ALMOST impossible, two Mobians however had been doing so for six years. So come, let us see what there are up to

ROBOTROPOLIS

2400 hours

Six years into the Robotnik war

Sitting, that's all he had been doing for four hours straight. Sitting in a dark alley behind a dumpster waiting for one, just one stinking transport ship to fly by. Yet nothing but a few Swatbots had passed by.

Sighing as he shifted his RPG and Mini-gun that had CHAINSAW chalked on it. To a more comfortable position the green hedgehog around 5 feet 2 inches with unruly hair, a white beard and patch of fur on his chest and wearing matching gloves and boots. Turned to another black Hedgehog. The black one stood 3 feet 8 inches and was wearing black body armor with black boots. Unlike the green one his quills we're black and had orange fur on his muzzle. With two pistols strapped low on his legs and a double bladed knife sheathed on his back. The black one blended into the dark well enough that the green one wouldn't even have known that he was there had he not fought with him for years.

"How much longer, Mortifer? Can't we just go home and try again tomorrow?"

The black hedgehog known as Mortifer didn't even take his eyes off the sky as he replied in a low tone. "You mean you want to get home so you can eat that chocolate I hid from you behind the spare parts, Woodstock."

"Well, yeah considering you expect me to live off of one bar of chocolate every two days!" the one called Woodstock said while banging the back of his head loudly on the dumpster, much to Mortifer's annoyance.

Both where relieved as a the familiar roar of the supply ship they had been waiting for had arrived. Moving into positions they had done countless times, Woodstock aimed his RPG at it's thrusters as Mortifer took off toward the area. He had predicted that it would crash in. 'Everything's going as planned' Thought Mortifer 'If Woodstock actually fires at the correct time for once... that would be a dream come true.'

He suddenly veered off course knowing the inevitable as Woodstock counted down the seconds to when he was supposed to fire over his com link. "Fifteen...fourteen...thirtee- Aw the heck with it."

Mortifer rolled his eyes as Woodstock fired twelve seconds early like he did every time.

"Even after lecturing him hundreds of times he still never listens." Mortifer muttered to himself

"Uh Mortifer, do robots scream?" Puzzled by Woodstock's question Mortifer looked up at the crashing ship, and could barely hear the sounds of panicking animals coming from inside the ship.

Skidding to a halt he watched as it crashed into a large building while his mind pieced it all together. They didn't only shoot down one of Robotnik's ships, they hit a ship hijacked by rebels. The Freedom Fighters had a habit of interfering with their supply runs. He didn't blame them either. After all Robotnik had increased security measures lately and they had been attacking critical locations on both sides to get whatever they needed for years. And their particular skills made Robotnik and the Knothole Freedom Fighters envy them. Thus each side was constantly trying to find the hedgehogs, making them have to relocate every few days and making it harder for them to get what they needed.

"Woodstock we got KFF(Knothole Freedom Fighters) in the ship".

"Are they alive?" Woodstock responded with concern in his voice. Pulling out a energized knife Mortifer cautiously approached the ship's door and kicked the door down, only to find a young fox, a half roboticized Rabbit, and a squirrel all slightly banged up and unconscious.

"They're alive."

Sheathing his knife he started going through their supplies finding anything that could be of use to them as Woodstock hurriedly walked into the ship and started checking them for any major wounds.

"Caring for those Rebels is going to be the death of you." Mortifer said over his shoulder as he put the last of the supplies together and watched Woodstock wrap medical tape around a nasty bruise on the young fox's head.

"Well, someones gotta care." He replied while gently laying the fox back down Mortifer just let out a huff of annoyance and went to move everything over to their Stealth ship, but he was stopped by what Woodstock asked. "Can we move them to a safe place?"

"There isn't enough tim-" Mortifer began.

"PLEASE?" Woodstock cut in. Angrily Mortifer threw the crate down and stomped over to Woodstock. Then threw the rabbit on one shoulder and the squirrel on the other and pointed at the crates.

"Fine!" Mortifer yelled, "You move the supplies and I'll move the Rebels!"

Woodstock jumped up and smiled, giving Mortifer a quick "Thank you." as he grabbed two crates then took off toward their Stealth plane. While Mortifer ran the other direction looking for somewhere to put them, and found a nice cozy dumpster. Dumping both animals in it he ran back to grab the fox.

As he picked him up the ship began making a beeping noise, immediately Mortifer ran to the door and leaped out as the ship exploded, blowing him and the kid into the building's walls. Woodstock ran to where they were and sighed in relief to find both unharmed.

"Good thing you got him when you did Mort." Or so he thought.

"Yeah, good thing." Mortifer replied sarcastically while standing up and grunting in pain. Looking down at his torso he frowned at what he saw. A large piece of metal was stuck deep into his torso just under his armor and his blood was already forming a puddle on the ground. Gritting his teeth he picked the fox up again and ran to the dumpster then threw him in it.

Running back and into the their own ship he stumbled then leaned against the pilot seat as he suddenly became dizzy. Seeing Woodstock look at him worriedly he waved him off, then started flipping switches as he sat down and flew towards home.

-0130 Hours-

After flying over their hideout multiple times and doing a routine scan with infrared, they finally landed. Engaging the ship's cloaking device Mortifer climbed out of the plane. Then opened an old rusted door, and walked inside of what once was a weapons factory at one time. And yanked the piece of shrapnel out while Woodstock brought the supplies in.

Opening a small furnace door Mortifer grabbed the handle of a hot piece of metal, which they always kept heated for such occasions, and pushed it against the wound. Upon hearing the sound of hot metal against flesh, Woodstock winced in sympathy as he sat the crates down.

'It was my fault he got hurt.' He thought 'But if he hadn't of helped them they'd be dead right now.' While mentally arguing with himself Woodstock's eyes landed on a crumpled piece of paper left on the floor.

Picking it up he re-read the same message that the KFF had sent months ago. Begging them to help save Mobius and stop the evil Dr. Robotnik. And Mort's answer, like every other time Woodstock asked was.

"We've been surviving on our own for years, I'm not going to throw away everything we earned with our sweat and blood. Just to fight in a stupid war between Freedom and Tyranny." He wasn't always so cold hearted, Woodstock remembered a time when you couldn't find a kinder soul on Mobius than Mort. Now, he done things that would make even the bravest of mobians tremble in horror to keep the two of them alive.

"Mort should lighten up a bit" Woodstock thought as he walked to a crate and began rummaging through it. Grabbing some gauzes and Alcohol. Woodstock then walked over and gave them to Mortifer.

"Go and check the mines." Woodstock frowned as he said that

"Don't you need help with that?"

Mortifer replied with a stern "No" as he began wrapping his wound with gauze.

Woodstock shrugged as he went outside and checked the landmines set up around the perimeter. He remembered when Mortifer wasn't so cold hearted, but that was before the war.

Woodstock frowned. "Alot of things were different then." After checking the mines Woodstock went back inside and laid in his hammock, closing his eyes for a quick nap.