Greetings yall! Joe Stalin here, returning to the writing fold and bringing you a fantastic new Sonic fic! This fic will feature not one, not two, but several villains old and new harassing Sonic and company, and hopefully you'll all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!
But enough talk, enough hype! Lets light this candle!
The Legion
Mobius
The southside of Station Square, over the river. It was late, and there was hardly any traffic. A guard booth and reinforced concrete barricades blocked the road.
Inside the booth, the guard was on the phone.
"You don't have to tell me how serious this is, I now how serious this is..."
The guard paused to listen to the person on the other end.
"I don't care what Bianca says, I wasn't flirting with her sister! I barely know her!"
Whilst he listened, the phone propped under his chin, he glanced off outside. A large Mack truck pulling a loaded trailer approached, its head-lights at full glare. Inside the cab, Roland, a muscular military-looking man wearing a brown jacket reacted as he saw the booth operator.
"You recognise the guy in the booth?" he asked the driver sitting opposite him. The other man lowered his shades and glanced at the guard.
"That's not Frank" he muttered.
"We've got a problem" Roland replied, reaching for his wallet as the truck pulled up to the booth.
The guard was still on the phone as the truck slowed as it approached.
"All we did was drive down to the store for more drinks" the guard paused a beat as he glanced outside. "Look, I've got a truck that doesn't belong out here. I'll call you back"
He hung up the phone. The trucks cab was parrallel with the booth's window. The guard leant out.
"You can't cross here. You'll have to use the Avenue Bridge"
In the truck, Roland leant across the driver. He held out some bills, all in twenties, over two hundred dollars.
"It's worth this to save me that trip" Roland smirked as the guard looked at the bills in his hand.
Tempted, the guard nevertheless shook his head.
"No way man, I got a pension here. Medical benefits, aint' no way I'm gonna jeopardize that. Sorry" the guard pulled back inside the booth and slammed the window shut.
Roland snarled and returned the bills to his wallet. He pulled out a cellular and dialed in a number.
"We don't have control of the guard booth...yeah, our mans not here"
He listened to the reply on the other end.
"I understand. Yessir, right away"
He hung up the phone and glanced at the driver.
"What'd he say?" the shaded man asked.
"He ordered us to get past it. No witnesses" Roland smirked evilly.
The driver nodded, and grasped a lever next to the gear stick. He pulled it back sharply.
At the rear of the truck, a hydraulic ramp lowered to the floor. Inside the booth, the guard began to dial the phone. Inside the trucks trailer, it was pitch black. Then, the sound of a big Cummings diesel engine fired up...then another...and another...finally four in total. Still dialing, the guard looked up as he heard the noise. It was deafening. He glanced out, and reacted in horror.
From inside the Mack trailer, a huge machine rolled down the ramp and turned. Half tank, half armoured vehicle, it was a truly awesome sight. On the front, a sixteen foot battering ram protuded from its turret. In the dim light, its black shell glistened with an unearthly glow.
Inside the booth, the guard stared at the metal monstrosity in disbelief. He redialed the phone in panic, never taking his eyes off the goliath.
"Hello. Police? Police?" he stammered.
"I'm sorry" came the reply. "Your call cannot be completed as dialed..."
The guard frantically began to redial again.
Outside, the metal monster approached, advancing on the booth. Inside the Mack, Roland flicked a switch on the trucks dashboard. The battering ram, hydraulically operated, retracted into the machine, then punched out to its full length with tremendous force. A glass panel on the booth exploded on impact, causing the guard to hit for the floor, dragging the phone with him.
The battering ram retracted once more back into the turret, before exploding outwards again, punching the booth apart, steel framing collapsing under the assault. Huddled in a corner, the guard desperately tried to finish dialing.
Retracting the ram a final time, the metal goliath kicked into gear and ground forwards relentlessly, simply rolling right over the booth, and crushing it...
Moments later, the growling machine rumbled back up the trucks ramp. The doors closed, and the truck crossed into Station Square.
Behind it, a flattened pile of glass, steel and concrete was all that remained off the guard booth. Underneath the rubble, still gripped in the lifeless hand of the guard...
"I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please hang up, and try again"
It's the middle of the night, and the roads are completely deserted, only the dim orangs glow of the street lights lighting up the tarmac. On the edge of the road, a brightly lit industrial complex bathed in bright white light glistened in the eerie night.
Inside the building, a dozen men dressed in black military-like gear were loading up a large Semi, wheeling several large crates up the ramp. On the floor next to the cab, the battered body of the driver lay bleeding on the cold concrete. The men ignored him, as one stepped over him and climbed into the cab.
Watching intently, a figure cloaked in shadow glanced at the operation taking place before him. He was wearing a long black coat and hat, as well as leather clothes and black trainers. His eyes seemed to sparkle through the shadows as a man approached him. He was lean and intense, his muscular frame threatening to tear through his clothing, and his biceps bulging through the material of his jacket. His age was difficult to read, but he towered over the shadowy figure by at least three feet.
"Everything is going according to plan, sir" the man saluted riggidly. "We should be ready in ten minutes pricisely"
The smaller figure nodded once, tapping his gloved fingers over the palm of his hand.
"Very good, Nyder" the figure replied, his voice coming out as if from a ventilator, harsh and forced. "Make sure you take special care of the cargo"
Nyder nodded, and glanced sideways as two men approached with a third man inbetween them. The shadowy figure turned to face them. In the darkness, his cold eyes pierced into the man in the middle, who cringed in front of him.
"We found him in the security office, sir" one of the men addressed Nyder and the shadowy figure. "He'd managed to press the security switch before we could reach him"
Nyder grimaced "Damn. How could you let that happen?" he leered at the two guards.
"'How' is irrelevant, Nyder" the shadowy figure buzzed, his breathing coming out in ragged tones. "What we need to decide now, is what to do with him"
The man in the grip of the guardstrembled "No...please...don't hurt me. I'll give you anything"
Surprisingly, at least to the trembling individual, the shadowy figure extended his gloved hand. Nyder winced, and looked away. The man smiled in relief, and extended his hand. The shadowy figure grasped it, and began to squeeze. And squeeze. The mans face grimaced in pain, incredible pain.
"No...please!" he gasped, his face beading with sweat.
The sound of bones cracking and breaking filled the room, and the man screamed in pain, dropping to his knee's. The shadowy figure released his grip from the mans broken hand, and as the man moaned over it the fiugre cracked him with one sharp blowto the side of the head. The man was snapped back and flung across the room like a toy. He hit the wall and crumpled, his neck broken.
Flexing his hand, the figure reached down and pulled off his glove. Underneath, the dull gleam of steel glistened in the darkness, a silver claw attached to the figures wrist ending with five wickedly sharp blades.
The figure turned to Nyder, who appeared to have trouble facing him, and held up the claw.
"This is mechanical perfection. I expect that from everyone and everything" he paused and inhaled raggedly, before continuing. "Sonic will be onhis way here. We need to load up and leave, fast"
"Yes sir" Nyder saluted and took off at a brisk pace.
The figure glanced down at the broken body of the man as he put on his glove, and then at the two men waiting intently.
"Dispose of the body. Make sure nobody will ever find it"
The two men saluted, before grabbing the body and dragging it away.
The figure walked briskly to a side door, reaching into his pocket and removing a pistol-shaped device.
"I'm waiting for you, Sonic" he buzzed, before gripping the door handle and disappearing into the building.
Outside in the loading bay, Nyder walked over to a man dressed in a white coat, his white-blonde hair short and spiked-up.
"How long until the additional armor is fully loaded, Howard?" Nyder asked.
"Six minutes" Howard replied.
Nyder's eyes narrowed "We don't have that time! Sonic is on his way, so we need to get this stuff loaded up now! You've got thirty seconds"
Howard scowled "That's not long enough"
"Then make it so that's its long enough!" Nyder growled.
Nyder held a beat, and then left. Howard shook his head and snarled, before running up to the Semi's cab.
"Start her up! Be ready to go at the first sign of trouble!"
The driver nodded, and the engine roared into life. Howard ran back to the rear of the Semi as another crate was being loaded.
"Get this stuff loaded up now!" he yelled over the noise of the engine.
Suddenly, in the distance, a small blue dot appeared over the horizon, a thick smoke cloud in its wake. Howard looked up in alarm.
"Oh, crap" he muttered.
Over the sound of the Semi's engine, another noise caught the attentio of everyone on the ground. Looking up, they were greeted by the sight of a blue and yellow bi-plane as it swooped over the compound. At the controls, a two-tailed fox watched as the blue dot that was Sonic the hedgehog shot inside the complex. Immediately, there was the sound of gunfire, and the loading bay was lit up as bullets flashed through the night, attempting to hit the blue blur.
The armed men abandoned the crates, one of them rolling back down the ramp and clattering to the floor. As the blue blur zipped around in a zig-zagging formation, the concrete floor was blasted with bullets.
Nyder reached inside his jacket, and removed a two-barrelled shotgun from a shoulder holster. Removing his jacket, exposing his rippling chest and bulging biceps, Nyder took aim and fired. The noise was defeaning as the twin bullets smashed into the concrete inches from the blue blur, missing by the tiniest fraction.
Howard ducked behind the Semi's trailer, reaching inside his coat and removing a glock-17 pistol. Holding it close to his chest, he glanced up as the biplane turned for another approach. He lifted the glock, and took aim.
"Come here you little son-of-a-bitch!" he growled, before pumping three shots from his pistol at the plane.
Inside the cockpit, Tails swung the plane sharply to the side as the bullets zipped through the air, barely missing the wings, Gripping the joystick tightly, Tails spun the plane into a dive.
On the ground, Howard's eyes widened as the plane swooped down towards the truck. Hitting the deck, Howard's hair blew as the plane missed him by a mere few feet. Staggering to his feet, he glanced round as the bare chested Nyder leapt onto the Semi's cab brandishing his riot shotgun, and opened fire on the plane and the circling blue blur.
As the plane swung round once again, Howard lifted his glock and fired twice more. The blasts struck the plane on the nose, and as Tail's turned to dodge the onslaught, Nyder pumped three shots from his pistol into the plane's bodywork. Tails ducked down as one shot blew out the plane's front screen.
"Sonic, I'm hit!" Tails spoke into a radio in front of him. "You gotta give me a distraction!"
"You got it, lil bro!" came Sonic's reply, un-phased as ever.
On the ground, Nyder snarled as the plane climbed into the air, shooting over the Semi's cab. He took aim with his shotgun, and prepared to open fire again.
"Hey! Why don't ya pick on someone your own size, you big oaf!"
Nyder's eyes widened and he span round to the source of the voice. Standing before him, a cocky smile etched across his face, stood a blue hedgehog. Sonic.
"Why, you cocky little..." Nyder growled, and lifted his shotgun and pumped two shots right at Sonic. In the blink of an eye, Sonic dodged the bullets, which punctured through the Semi's trailer. Sonic once more stopped in front of Nyder.
"Is that the best you can do?" he smirked.
Nyder roared and fired at Sonic four more times, each time the bullets missing the hedgehog and dotting the trailer with holes. Sonic smirked as Nyder's face contorted with rage.
"Temper, temper" he shook his finger cockily.
Nyder snarled, and pulled back the shotgun like a bat. Nyder charged at Sonic, who dodged the attack and causing Nyder to trip and collapse face first onto the floor.
Unbeknownst to Sonic, one of the armed men had noticed the fighting on top of the Semi, and took aim at the hedgehog. The bullet shot from the rifle barrel, and slammed into the metalwork a mere inch from Sonic's foot. Taken aback by the surprise attack, Sonic couldn't jump back in time as Nyder swung the shotgun barrel right at him, smacking him right side across the head. Sonic was knocked off his feet, and fell in a sprawl. Nyder flipped Sonic onto his back, using the barrel of the shotgun. Aiming for Sonic's head, he placed his finger on the barrel.
"Night, night hedgehog!" Nyder smirked, and squeezed the trigger. The shotgun clicked, but no bullet came out. It was empty.
With a roar, Nyder lunged for Sonic's throat, and would have succeeded had not Sonic suddenly swung his leg up and smacked Nyder around the head. Disorientated, Nyder staggered back as Sonic got to his feet, and slugged Nyder across the jaw. The shocked muscle man was knocked backwards, and off the side of the trailer. Sonic exhaled and looked up as Tails dived for a final attack.
On the ground, Howard had seen Nyder's fall, and ran towards the Semi's cab. Flinging open the door, he shook the driver on the shoulder sharply.
"Get this thing moving! Now!"
Not needing to be told twice, the driver floored the engine, and the Semi shot forwards. On top of the trailer, Sonic stumbled backwards, unable to keep his footing. Lowering down onto one knee, Sonic kicked forwards and went into a mid-air somersault, before landing on his feet. He glared at the escaping Semi.
"Hey, you don't get off that easy!" he lowered his head in preperation to give chase, but jumped in alarm as a bullet shot past his head, so close he felt it on his fur. Spinnign round, he saw the culprit running bac towards the main building, shooting wildly in his direction. Scowling, Sonic tensed up.
The gun-wielding man could only stare in alarm as the blue hedgehog disappeared in a bright blue blur, before appearing a mere mili-second right in front of him.
"Going somewhere?" the hedgehog smirked, before raising his fist. The gunman went down like a tonne of bricks.
Sonic chuckled, and looked up at the building. Something suddenly caught his eye, and he glanced at one of the windows overlooking the loading bay. For a brief second, he caught the sight of a slight figure wearing a black hat staring down at him, before the figure disappeared from the window.
Without hesitation, Sonic sped inside in pursuit of the mystery figure.
Up in the air, Tails looked down at the dozen or so figures still trying to shoot him down. With a smile, Tails flicked a switch on the dash, and took the plane into a dive. The men on the ground ducked as the plane swooped over their heads, but were taken back in alarm as the bottom of the plane opened up, and a thick cloud of white dust fell down upon them in a blanket. In a matter of seconds, the loading bay and the now disorientated gunmen were covered in the white powder, and taken completely out of the fight.
Tails pumped his fist, and took the plane in to land. With a jolt, the plane came to a halt on the tarmac, and Tails jumped from the cockpit. Surveying the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but smile.
"I knew that crop dusting equipment would come in handy some day" he chuckled.
Inside the building, Sonic squinted through the darkness as he tried to find his way through the maze of crates and boxes. His feet echoing on the concrete, Sonic made his way carefully through the shadows. His ears pricked up suddenly at the sounds of approaching footsteps, and he tensed up immediately. Lifting his head over a large crate, he caught sight of something in front of him.
Within the shadows, a lone figure moved. Sonic jumped on top of the crate.
"Hold it pal! Don't make a move!" he scowled, waiting for the figure to make a move.
The figure took a ragged breath "Greetings Sonic. I've been expecting you"
Sonic lowered himself to the floor, not taking his eyes of the figure still obscurred within the shadows "Who are you anyway?" he demanded.
The figure paused for a few seconds "You can call me, Mobius. Don't worry, you'll be hearing from me again"
Sonic scowled "I don't think so. Your coming with me, now!" he took a step forwards.
Sonic was taken aback as the figure raised a pistol-shaped object straight at him. A split second later, a thick cloud of red gas hit him right in the face, blinding him and filling his lungs. He struggled to breath through the cloud as his eyes watered. When the smoke cleared, Sonic squinted, but the figure had disappeared in the confusion. Cursing himself for not thinking of a surprise attack, Sonic sped off back towards the loading bay.
Outside in the cool night air, Tails looked up as Sonic sped out of the building in front of him. In the distance, the sounds of approaching sirens filled the air.
Tails ran upto the hedgehog "Hey Sonic! What were you doing in there, I was worried about you?"
Sonic coughed in an attempt to clear his lungs, and looked round the complex "Tails, did anyone else besides me come out of there?"
Tails looked confused and shook his head "No Sonic, just you"
Before Sonic could say another word, the sounds of an engine revving up filled his ears, before both of them were lit up by a pair of blinding headlights. Sonic and Tails had a split second to jump aside as a red van hurtled towards them, before speeding off towards the exit. Sonic jumped to his feet, as did Tails a split second later.
Inside the van at the wheel, Nyder snarled as he saw Sonic quickly approaching the van from behind.
"Maybe this will get that furball off our backs!" he growled, as he flipped a switch.
As Sonic watched, the rear doors of the van flew open, and he found himself looking directly at a rocket launcher aimed right at him. Before he could react, a single rocket blasted from the rear of the van, and hurtled towards him. Sonic jumped aside, sprawling onto the ground as the rocket shot past him, and hit the bi-plane directly in a brillaint explosion which lit up the night.
Sonic got to his feet and shook himself off. As the flames continued to eat at the destroyed plane, police cars began to swarm the complex. But by now, everyone had managed to escape into the night, leaving behind on wreckage and spent bullet cartridges.
As Sonic began to walk back towards Tails, who was cursing openly as his plane continued to burn, something continued to play through his head. Something the unknown figure had told him.
"Don't worry, you'll be hearing from me again"
Sonic now knew the enemy. And that enemy was called...Mobius.
End of Part 1.
Tell me what you all think, and R&R! Part 2 coming soon!
Joe.