In a dimension similar to our own, there exists a planet, like our Earth...called "Mobius". Like our Earth, it acts as a home and habitat for living creatures of many species, all from different walks of life...even humanoid animals! Of course, they're called "Mobians", and boy-howdy, are they PLENTIFUL!

But today, I'm here to tell you all a story…of a man and his dream, six unusual gems, a team of rebels, and a trio of teenage hedgehogs who were destined to become champions…

PROLOGUE: A Speedy Beginning

The ear-piercing wail of an electric guitar's strings being struck rang loudly through the suburban community of Acorn Acres. Many of the adult denizens of the neighborhood would be seriously pissed off and demand the noisemaker to knock it off.

But the younger residents, namely kids and teenagers, enjoyed listening to the sweet, sweet sounds of the local garage band...the Sonic Underground.

On the drums was a green hedgehog with a spiky mohawk, a pierced ear, and a snappy red vest with fanny pack. This was Chauncey Cobalt, but he preferred to be called "Manic", due to his frenzied drumming style. Most grownups thought it referred to his manic fixation on taking minor, useless items like paper clips, condiment packets, discarded keys, and other such things.

On the keyboard was a magenta female hedgehog wearing a red shirt, purple pants & boots, accompanied by a pair of purple opera gloves. This was Sonia Cobalt, who fancied herself to be quite refined, as well as a major fashion expert, which put her in charge of designing the band's outfits if they ever got booked for a gig. In her spare time when she wasn't practicing with the band, she attended judo classes.

And on the guitar (and lead singer) was a cobalt-blue hedgehog with spiky mohawk-aligned quills, and a pair of red sneakers with a white stripe across their width. This was Maurice P. Cobalt, but to fans of the band, he was known as "Sonic" the Hedgehog. The reason for that was because of his super-speed, which he'd demonstrated plenty of times on his school's track team.

And as the triplets finished their latest jam session, there was no doubt Sonic had earned his title of "Fastest Thing Alive", as he topped off the song with a sweet guitar solo.

"...you know I'm Burnin' Way Past Cool, yeah!" he finished, striking one last chord.

"Not too shabby, eh, sibs?" he asked, turning to his brother and sister.

"Coulda used more drums, but I still call it a win," Manic replied, putting up his feet. "All's we need is to get booked for a gig, and we'll be rakin' in the Mobiums!"

Sonia rolled her eyes. "Be serious, Manic. Money's great, but we're in this for the music; right, Sonic?" she asked.

"Yeah, sis; you get it!" Sonic nodded. "Hopefully one of our groupies is willing to spread the word."

Manic shrugged. "The music is nice and all, but we also need dough, ya know? A hedgehog's gotta eat, too!" he replied.

Just then, the garage door opened, and in stepped a tall, light-blue hedgehog with a bushy white mustache, a pair of glasses, some welding gloves, and a pair of brown shoes with two yellow stripes across the both of them. This was Sir Charles Cobalt, but Sonic and his siblings called him "Uncle Chuck".

Chuck was known around Mobius as a very famous inventor and technician, but a few years before the triplets were born, he chose to retire from the inventing business and begin running a chili-dog stand called "Chuck's Chili Dogs" with his brother Jules. Of course, to help run it, they needed an apprentice, so Chuck took in a young canine orphan named Muttski, and taught him how to help out around the restaurant.

A few years following the triplets' birth, Sonic began to display his super-speed powers for the very first time...but unfortunately, this resulted in him burning the soles off of many, MANY pairs of shoes. So, Muttski suggested making a pair of friction-proof sneakers that would be able to withstand the boy's speed-and so Charles invented the "Power Sneakers" for his nephew; he'd never outgrow them, because they would continue to grow as he did, and they wouldn't burn up due to having been tampered with Power Ring energy, which Charles had previously discovered during his early years as an inventor.

Needless to say, Sonic took to his "slick kicks" like a duck to water, and he wore them practically ALL the time, everywhere he went-it was like they were an extension of himself.

"What's up, Unc?" asked the Blue Blur.

"Well, Sonny, I got a few errands that I need you and your siblings to take care of," explained Uncle Chuck, handing him a small list of things to do. "Just a few things I need for some experiments o' mine, is all. The neighborhood could use a break...so they don't call the police and report you for noise pollution."

Sonic tapped his foot in contemplation. "I dunno, Unc...we gotta keep our skills sharp so we can prep for our first gig." he replied.

"Look, just think about it, alright?" Chuck asked, patting his nephew on the back. "Those Power Rings could really help us out at some time, you know."

And on that note, he went back into the house.

"You know, bro, we COULD use the fresh air," Sonia replied. "Maybe being out there will give us the inspiration we need for new songs!"

"New songs?" asked Sonic. "What's wrong with the ones we got?"

"Well, if we're gonna be a major band, then we need plenty of new material," explained Manic. "If we keep givin' the fans the same ol' stuff, they'll get bored quick and drop us like a microwave potato."

"Fair point," Sonic replied. "Everybody into the van!"

And so, the three teens headed to a woodshed in the backyard, where they piled into their large, bulbous, beige-colored camper van. Sonia started up the engines as her brothers buckled themselves in, and they drove off through the suburban streets.

"So where do we FIND these Power Rings, anyway?" asked Manic.

Sonic checked the list. "Some place called Green Hill Acres. Sounds like a total nature zone with a name like that."

"At least the name sounds nice," replied Sonia as they headed off down the road.

However, they didn't notice a bulky-looking figure emerging from the bushes as they left. It was a humanoid-shaped robot, with a shiny metallic gray-and-white paint job. It was roughly six feet tall, with a single red-tinted optical visor, which seemed to blink. Melee spikes protruded from the joints and head, while large "fins" occupied the forearms.

It turned its head towards the Cobalt home, as its red visor glowed with a scanning light.

"PRIORITY ONE: HEDGEHOG LOCATED." it said in a robotic monotone as it began to move towards the house, its metallic footsteps clanking all the way...

END OF PROLOGUE.