Sonic: Chaos Theory

Chapter 7

Desert Storm

A lone winged warrior stands among a barren wasteland, nothing but sand and heat for what seems to be infinite space. Yet this hero knew otherwise. As he puts his ears to the ground and listens closely, he glares into the distance, his eyes burning with power. As he lifts his hand off the ground, lightning fills the gap, leaving a soft blue glow across the ground. Before Striker even has time to stand up straight, a stampede of chaos swarms toward him. He takes off into the sky, lighting on his trail, and flies through their ranks at top-speed, short circuiting every last one he comes in close contact with. Toward the back of the stampede, Strikers eagle eyes spot bulkier, slower prototypes, but their strength easily makes up for it. Either way, our new cunning hero maneuvers through the swarm and gets toward the back, his hand glowing in a blinding electric blue, suddenly super-charged with raw lightning. The largest of the beasts tries to make an assault, swinging his gargantuan arm at him, bit Striker thrusts his own arm at the chaos in return, the lightning tearing a hole straight through and taking its whole arm off, then flies higher into the air, turning around for just a moment to fire a bolt down among their ranks and cause them to all short out and explode in a fiery blast. Striker glides on, eyeing the direction they came from in the search for the bomb that had been placed.

Striker and his allies had come to the past to prevent three bombs from going off that would cause worldwide disaster. Hidden deep within the Mesa is a lost civilization of people who worshiped the earth gods, preying for hope that they would not anger and spite them with the great quakes. Striker was here in search of their civilization, lost for a thousand years after the great quake that wiped out their people. The fault deep beneath their city was capable of utter destruction, and if set off properly, could cause the entire country to split. In the future, it is well know that on that day, the earthquake didn't just split the country, but caused a massive series of nuclear meltdowns when the effects reached the nuclear plants further south. This meltdown left the entire country as a wasteland for hundreds of years, and the effects were still seen in his days. Because of this earthquake, Striker was the last of his people, and he was set on preventing this crisis from the day he met Silver. The day the devised their current operation.

Soon enough, He had found his way into the famous rock formations of the Mesa, and his destination was in sight. The fault he was in search of was hidden miles beneath the Devil's Chair, and the chaos had begun digging weeks ago, already down to their target. "I'm coming for you…… you chaotic bastards." As he approached the Chair, another swarm of flying chaos began to bellow from beneath it, all prepared to fire. "This ones for my FATHER!!" Lightning surged from his talons as he swooped down on them, spiraling through, electrocuting them all before any of them could so much as fire a single bullet. "This ones for my BROTHER!! *at the moment he touched ground, he thrust his talons into the dirt at his feet and a shockwave pulsed across the ground. The surrounding chaos all shorted out and their metal skeletons crumbled as their liquid chaos skins fell into a puddle. "And there's plenty left where that came from for the rest of you… you took all I had, and now I'm taking it back." Striker glared into the opening under the chair, the mouth of the beast that stole his life and love. Now all he had left was hate, and he was determined to make them pay.