Hello People, Siranzan here, I'm back with a vengeance, and this story is 3/4 finished, I know, it's short, but insane, and if you people View and Review enough, maybe I'll do a follow-up series, so do read on as I have now reach decade of chapters, so can I get a review for each chapter? cummon people don't disappoint!! or Chico will come Muhahahahahahahaha!
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Tails groaned slightly, his head was throbbing like a drum and he felt like he had been run-over by a steam-roller, or at least something as hard, he sat up and blinked against the bright lights, he could feel a large bruise beginning to form on his cheek..
As he picked himself up, his vision span slightly and he could taste the metallic scent blood in his mouth, he rubbed his jaw and grabbed about for something to support himself on.
He could hear the gentle humming of the engines and the faint beeping of …, then everything suddenly came flooding back, in a flash he bounded out of Siranzan's bedroom and into the cockpit. Siranzan was at the controls, although she was really just thinking, she swiveled the chair around to face him as he entered,
"So … you're awake … good were almost there" she swiveled the chair back, pause for a second just to flick a switch, before grasping the wheel.
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Tails looked out of the glass in front of them, the sun was beginning to set again, turning the barren and arid wasteland a deep brown, almost black. Deep, thick clouds hung overhead like a smog, hills covered in a grey grass dotted the landscape.
"It this …"
"Yes" Siranzan replied, "fallout from the Eclipse Cannon, most of it deadly to normal humans, airborne it's even worse" she finished abruptly, as there was a sudden flash from outside followed by a rolling boom!, Tails jumped slightly and Siranzan gave him a flat stare
"Relax will you, it's just lightning, it's now like anything's going to-"
She had hardly finished speaking when there was a sudden bleeping noise from one of the monitors, swivelling the chair again, she dragged it down from on high and pushed a button on the edge. Immediately, the display in front of her lit up, a smile ghosted across her face as it vanished again.
"Good, we're almost there" then she motioned to the chair beside her,
"You might want to strap in, this could get ugly"
"Ugly, what do you meeeeeean-" at that point, Siranzan twisted the wheel and let the ship in a sharp, downwards arc, cork-screwing through the air, Tails felt his feet leave the floor as he grappled to hold to something, anything.
Siranzan gave a small whoop as she abruptly pulled the ship out of the drop, less than a meter from the ground. Dizzily Tails clutched a hand to his mouth, he felt just a little but sick, he was a good pilot and didn't mind a few stunts himself, but THAT was just insane. She glanced up at him momentarily, noting the expression on his face
"Oh don't be such a goose" she chided as the ship gave a sudden lurch, almost throwing Tails into the wind-screen, luckily he had managed to grab onto the chair before getting thrown as Siranzan gave another laugh.
Tails strapped himself in now, hopping that he wasn't going to be sick, he grabbed onto the arms of the chair until his knuckles began to whiten and he could feel his heart pumping, faster and faster.
The ship was now surrounded by a dense … fog, it was a rich grey and seemed to be clinging to the ship like cotton wool, Tails glanced out of the wind-screen, he could faintly see the outline of something in the fog, something big.
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There was the steady, clank! … clank! of machinery, almost musical now, and the rhythmic humming of vast turbines churning, always churning as machines built more machines, what would have been defined as strange now synchronized reality.
Miles 'Tails' Prower had not changed, orange furred and blue eyed, he strode the length of the glass 'eye' that formed one of the pair, the view was spectacular, Earth had always looked beautiful from space, despite it's two … beauty spots. But they had been necessary, an example the first, the second a retaliation, a foolish one.
Tails gripped the fake emerald in his gloved hand, their power was … insufficient, it took 2 of them to even account for a faction of the power of a single Chaos Emerald.
With a quick flick of the wrist he tossed the emerald into the air, its colour was a pale mustard yellow, not even close to it's counter part, the yellow chaos emerald, who's yellow would out-strip it like the Ark compared to a Luger. Tails snatched the emerald out of the air with dexterity and reactions that defied his small frame, just inches before it his the floor.
Behind him, the sun rising behind the Earth revealed a small cavity, into which he now placed the fake emerald, as the light grew, more and more cavities were revealed, these however were full, how many were thee, a hundred?, possibly more.
Arranged almost in symmetry around a single door, its jet-black countenance dividing before him as he stepped towards it, motion sensors, the was a faint pulse of green light as it recognised his presence.
There was a sound of a door behind him, as a small voice behind him called out softly
"Tails?"
"Coming" Tails replied, turning away from the door as it shut, obscuring the green brilliance from view behind the black metal, it was time for some fun.
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Tails now had no doubt that his daughter had defiantly inherited his flying genes, but had defiantly not inherited his ability to be able to focus on flying and talk at the same time, for long periods at any rate.
Hours of not talking really twisted Tails's tails, it was so tedious, when they had flown after the Meterax, there had always been someone to talk too, Chris or Knuckles, Cosmo or even at one point Cheese, being a pilot could be so lonely at time, or it had been for him at any rate.
Tails lay on a make-shift bed, basically two rather comfortable crates and a rough pillow comprised of a towel that for whatever reason was slightly damp. Heaven! But much better then a cell, this was perhaps the first time he was actually going to sleep of his own accord, not because someone had decided to hit him with something of varying hardness. He was surprised that he still had a skull at all.
But the sleep was fraught with nightmare, there was fire, purple and black, that circled and wavered, like the fires of hell. Two figures enclosed beneath a dome of fire. The walls about them sparkled softly with gems and there was a viciousness of fury between the two, two sets of eyes pierced the gathering darkness, one set a Burning Blue, and the other … a Vicious Red.
Then the dream vanished, like a board wiped clean, and there was a voice, was it his … it was defiantly male, and it whispered softly in his ear, the situation seemed to familiar.
"I'm sorry!"
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Tail jolted awake, then flinched suddenly as a white light suddenly blinded him for an instant he shielded his eyes with a gloved hand, the light was dazzling.
Tails rubbed his eyes with both hands, had he been moved?, most probably, had they reached where they had been intending to go? … dumb question, so why had he not noticed, then Tails felt a faint throbbing sound on the back of his head and he groaned inwardly, it looked like she had knocked him out, or at least she had tried too, he had already fast asleep. (I know, the theme of Tails getting smacked over the head is a bit of a running gag)
"I had to be sure you know" a voice in the corner said, Tails turned his head as his eyes came back into focus, hocked up to the wall by a socket and multiple extension cords, Siranzan was plugged. There were at least a dozen various cables plugged into her, in various different locations, like a dozen lifelines.
Neither of them said anything as Tails sat up on the side of the bed, dangling his feet over the edge of the white bed, they were touched the floor, which was the first thing that surprised him. The second what that this place was throbbing slightly, he could feel the vibrations under his feet, in his fur, his hands, almost like a giant body.
As he opened his mouth to speak Siranzan interrupted him
"Hang on a sec."
There was a sudden popping from behind her, a 4 different cables were extracted from her back and as she stretched, there was a whirling sound and another humming and the remain cables all retracted, and their respective housings slid back underneath flesh and fur, she flexed her fingers and arms, like a rippled, as supple as any gymnast, despite the mechanics, Tail marvelled at the genius of … well himself, slight sick and incredibly cruel … but still genius, despite the conservatism.
Siranzan caught his gaze, she curled the fingers of her left hand, 3 organic and two mechanical, into a small fist, before uncurling them, and restriping the familiar shining gauntlet onto it, obscuring the dyed fur and mechanics from view, then she did the same to the other fore-arm.
She stood up, carefully stretching off each of her legs, then her arms, the last thing she needed was to pull a muscle. Then she walked toward the door, gripping the handle carefully in her metallic hands, she turned back to Tails,
"Coming?"
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Miles Prower lay there. There was a subtle euphoria about being so high in space, the dark silk rustled next to him, in the darkest darkness, the figure next to him was palely outlined, although its voice was female, even if it was veiled heavily with sleep
"What .. What is it?"
"Nothing" Tails repeated, turning to one side, and plant a tender kiss upon her forehead, "Nothing you'd need worry about dear, your safe"
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Tails placed his head in his hands and sighed, the room they were now in was white and elongated, probably because at one point it had been a conference room for some figures of political power, now reduced to a Military Planning Room.
Figurines and heads of various people of previous eminence dotted the room, some overturned, others graffitied or broken into hundreds of small pieces.
Various military personnel in green uniforms dotted the room, some repairing, oil or reassembling weapons of all different shapes and sizes, other fixing machinery or gazing at the small screens that were attached to the walls.
But around the table in the centre, lay some of the most important men and woman, in the country at the moment, 3 Army Generals, 1 Marshal of the Royal Air Force, 1 General of the Air Force, and 5 other officers from varying other nations, 1 from China, 2 from Russia, and 1 dark-skinned man from what appeared to be, according to the flag on his uniform, South Africa.
The ten of them, with Siranzan standing on a stool were grouped around a map of South Africa, with a big black circle drawn in the middle. Although Siranzan was technically out-ranked by all of them, her input was still valued, she had worked and fought for both sides after all, which gave her a some-what unique view on things.
They were arguing, again, they had been at this for an hour, and it was all really starting to get to Tails, despite the fact that he was almost at the other end of the table, and thus several meters away, it was still loud. The nattering, the haggling, the noise, the pitch, the volume, the fact the he had very little understanding of whatever gibberish half of them were saying, he was starting to reach cracking point.
"It's good to see that we at least agree on something" a voice faintly echoed in the back of his head, Tails blinked suddenly, distracted from his thoughts, he sat up and looked around.
"Who are you" he thought
"Sum quod sum – I am what I am" came the silent reply
"What's that supposed to mean"
There came a sigh, "Let me show you"
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There was a sudden pause … things seemed to slow … slow … slow … and then stop. Hands and mouths stopped in mid-word and mid-motion, words tailed off in mid-sentence. Soldiers paused, in the act of slotting another round into a magazine, or polishing a sparkling bolt, the air seemed to shimmer once, twice, a patch of snow among the rain.
Tails blinked again, confused,
"Welcome … to my world!" the voice said, as the air in front of him rippled once, like water, then out of the thin air, like a wraith … stepped himself?
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Miles is back, is it good or bad, wrong or right, black or orange, red or blue, or whatever, sorry this took so long, writers block and a lack of ideas, this Chap. Is a sort of filler and so will the next one, after that I can guarantee at least another three, maybe another 2 after that, but then I'll have finished the story, and I must admit that it is un-belivable Insane, Chico is currently eyeing me hungrily, I have to go before I lose something important, oh and don't forget to ReadxReview