Chapter 2- Reunion

New Mobotropolis, Northammer, Mobius, 23:40

A small, dark figure, its eyes glowing blue, dropped from its cruising altitude to ground level, and flew straight through a New Mobotropolis gatehouse. The two guards immediately picked up the phone, and dialled a number.

"Something just flew into the city, too fast for us to see. We need assistance." One of them, a hippo, said.

"Right, we'll be there." Replied the voice at the other end. The hippo hung up the phone, and let out a sigh.

"I'm g-glad that we've got all the F-F-Freedom Fighters here at the moment." The other guard, a sand cat stuttered. It was true, both halves of the Freedom Fighters were currently in the city, regrouping and making battle plans together.

"Pshaw, King Naugus would be a better choice, it's just protocol that tells us to call the Freedom Fighters." The hippo grunted.

Meanwhile, the figure landed on the roof, and the cold glare of a nearby streetlight revealed it to be Mecha Sally. She reached her hands up to her face, and twisted the screws on either side of her blank faceplate until they fell out, and she removed the plate, revealing that her muzzle was still as it was when she had only just been roboticized. She sighed, and sat down on the edge, kicking her feet.

"Now what?" She asked no-one in particular. "How do I tell them? Especially Sonic…"

The Robian squirrel's optics scanned the city. "Can I ever change back? Is Nicole OK? Is Bunnie? Did Antoine survive?" Sally put her hands over her face, as coolant began to run from her optics down her cheeks.

"Sal?" Called a familiar voice from behind her. "Is that you?"

Sally stood up, dried her eyes, and turned to face Sonic, who stood across the rooftop from her, flanked by Tails and Amy.

"Yes, it's me. The real me." She answered, her voice shaky. Sonic motioned for his friends to leave, and they did, both rather begrudgingly, so soon after finding Sally to be okay, but they both knew that this was clearly going to be a very personal moment. Tails smiled at Sally warmly, while Amy looked sadly in Sonic's direction, knowing what was likely to happen now that the squirrel was back to being herself, but still gave Sally a happier look.

"But, how?" Sonic asked, once they were alone.

"Robotnik removed the Power Ring Matrix from me, since it didn't work as a battery. He put my Spark back in, and somehow, that freed me. " She replied.

"Well, then what happened?" Sonic pressed.

30 minutes ago, Death Egg lab.

Mecha Sally's blade moved closer to Robotnik's chest.

"You won't do it." He jeered. "You Freedom Fighters refuse to kill. It's written in your little rulebook, and that's why I will eventually beat you. I am not afraid to take the lives of my victims. You will lose your nerve, and before you even get off this Death Egg, I will have broadcast a signal that will reduce you to my mindless slave once more."

Mecha Sally faltered, lowering the blade, and looked away.

"Maybe before, that would have been true… but you've crossed way too many lines, and Sonic and I have given you way too many chances. I have no mercy left for you now." She growled, the blade once again rising.

"And what will your little friends think?" Robotnik asked. "Do you think they will welcome you back so easily after you commit murder?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't think any sane person would hold it against me for ending you. Most of them would ask why we didn't do so sooner." Sally countered. "But one thing you need to understand, Robotnik, is that I no longer care about the consequences. You've pushed me way too far, and now you're going to pay the price. I don't need to be forgiven for what I am about to do. This is a war, and I'm going to win it."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Robotnik screamed, as the glowing blue blade sliced into his torso.

The present, New Mobotropolis

"You killed him?"

"Yes. I killed him. I murdered him in cold blood." Mecha Sally said, falling to her knees, as she began to cry again. "What's happening to me? What have I become?"

"A hero, Sal." Sonic answered, as he stepped forward and crouched next to Sally, wrapping her arms around her. "You did what none of us had the guts to do. Sure, it was dark, and I'm not particularly comfortable with the whole killin' thing, but it's over, and I'm glad it is. Truth be told, I was plannin' on doin' it myself, you just beat me to the punch."

"You're not mad at me?" Sally asked, huddling closer to Sonic.

"I can't be mad at ya, Sal. I love ya too much for that. I don't care if you're a robot or not, you're still Sally, and that's all that matters to me." Sonic replied, pulling Sally into a kiss. Sure, her lips were hard, but he wasn't bothered. They were together again, both of them were safe, and both of them were happy. Eventually the two parted, and snuggled close to each other.

"Sonic. I don't know if I can change back." Sally stated after a while.

"It's OK. We'll find a way to fix you, and if we can't it doesn't matter, you're my girl and I'm gonna stick by your side 'til the end of time itself." Sonic promised.

"Oh Sonic." Sally sighed, kissing him again.

Two spears of Anarchy energy slammed into each other, as Miles flew straight through the smoke cloud created by it, and slammed his twin tails into Scourge's gut, launching him back.

"Guh!" Scourge gasped, as he rolled back to his feet in time to dodge another strike, before he kicked Miles in the chest. Miles stumbled, and uppercut Scourge in the jaw, then jabbed him in the gut, and deftly lifted his foot into Scourge's crotch. The green hedgehog squealed with pain, as Miles grabbed him by the ears, and forced his head down onto his own rising knee, breaking his nose.

Scourge then broke free, and spinballed into Miles' gut, ripping his coat and leaving several deep wounds in his chest. The wounds glowed with purple light, and sealed up.

"Heh. Not bad. Not bad at all." Miles hissed.

"How did you do that?" Scourge gasped. Miles responded by opening his ruined jacket and revealing a small piece of purple stone situated at the top of his sternum. "An Anarchy Beryl. Of course. You're such a coward!"

"Says the man who was utterly incompetent and a total laughing stock until he amped himself up on a kind of energy that will kill him and has, according to Fiona, already rendered you incapable of… certain reproductive functions." Miles shot back, before he rushed forward and slashed his namesakes across Scourge's scars.

Scourge screamed, and fell to his knees, as Miles stood over him, grinning. The twin-tailed fox looked around, as the various members of the Destructix were rounded up by security droids, the Suppression Squad went back to what they were previously doing, and Fiona was lead inside by Violet. Alicia walked over and wrapped her arms around Miles.

"Well, how the mighty have fallen." Miles taunted. "You used to be a threat, now you're only capable of leading a band of psychopaths and a deluded, mentally broken vixen who only stays by your side because she feels that she has no other choice. And she's ours now. Not that you'd really care."

Scourge struggled to his feet, stumbling, and then felt an indescribable level of pain, as one of Miles' tails sliced straight through his leg, sending him straight back to the floor.

"Stay down, Scourge. You don't want to waste energy. " Alicia taunted, as she drew her sword out of its scabbard. Scourge had no idea why, but it certainly caught Miles' attention.

"So, my dear. Do you want to kill him, or should I do it myself?" Miles asked, more to get at Scourge than anything else.

"May I do it, my king?" Alicia answered. Miles nodded, and Alicia lifted the blade over her head, and swung it down into Scourge's skull, a fountain of blood exploding from his corpse.

"You've made a bit of a mess, Ally." Miles said, feigning disgust.

"Sorry." Alicia giggled, sheathing the sword.

"How did your little conversation with Fiona go?" The fox asked.

"She gave in once we had her pinned. She's quite upset, but she'll be OK once Violet is finished with her." Alicia replied.

"What is Violet going to do to her?" Miles questioned.

"Just a little mental conditioning. She can be more a sort of a pet, than a member of the harem. It suits a cutie like her a lot more." Alicia answered.

"Good idea. That's why I love you, Ally. You're almost on my level." Miles said, as they walked back inside.

Several hours later...

Miles and Alicia were once again snuggled together on the throne, when Violet walked, leading Fiona behind her. The vixen was now clad in an orange-yellow version of the Moebian uniform, with a collar around her neck. Her eyes were glassy, and her expression dull.

"Master, Mistress, she is finished." Violet announced, a hint of pride in her voice.

"Excellent. Now, vixen, state your name and role." Miles ordered.

"At once, Master. My name is Fiona Fox. I am a slave of King Miles and Queen Alicia Prower."

"She's perfect." Alicia said, beckoning Fiona over to her. Fiona walked over, her movements slow and almost robotic. She sat next to the throne, and Alicia began to tickle her behind the ear.

"Thank you." Violet said, bowing and turning to leave.

"We'll reward you later." Miles said, and Violet blushed, before hurrying out. Alicia, meanwhile, was paying more attention to Fiona, petting her in a playful manner, which the vixen seemed to be enjoying, if not for the lack of emotion in her eyes. The glassiness brought on by her conditioning made it look like she was faking her reactions, even though her addled brain was indeed responding positively to her treatment.

"She's adorable when she's mindless." The squirrel cooed.

"She is… but we don't have a lot of use for her, if I'm honest. Yes, she's cute, but we already have Violet for that."

"So, we're going to just get rid of her immediately after finally catching her? That's really stupid!"

"Not 'get rid of', more a case of 'finding a purpose for her.'" Miles answered.

"And what's that 'purpose'?" Alicia pressed.

"We'll make her a peace offering, between us and the Freedom Fighters. A little gift for my brother. I'm sure that he will appreciate having her under his control." Miles chuckled.