M2 - That was cool. Bloody, but cool. But I'm afraid Amy is going to end up like that. ^^
El Resistencia
1 year later
Tails sharply ducked under a overhanging piece of rubble. Behind him, he heard Knuckles swear quietly, also hiding himself. The Molochite patrol, armed to the teeth, swaggered past them, voices boisterously talking between themselves about the success of their latest campaign against the G.U.N remnants hiding in the Mystic Ruins. The kitsune held his breath, waiting for the Molochites to pass by, but, as though reading his thoughts, they stopped there. Apparently not noticing the fox and echidna crouched under the rubble, but giving them cursory glances, their voices rose higher with the recounts of the great deeds they had performed, all exaggerated.
Finally, after five minutes or so of pure anxiety and worry, they moved on. Once the cultists were safely out of ear-shot and truly gone, Knuckles pulled himself free from under the crumbled stones and Tails followed.
"That was close." remarked Knuckles softly. The cream kitsune nodded deeply, breathing deeply. It wasn't the first time they had almost been caught by the frequent Molochite patrols in the past year. Thankfully, an entire year of hiding in the destroyed ruins of Station Square had taught them when to expect the regular-as-clockwork patrols, but there was still the possibility for error...
He, Knuckles, Cream, Vector and Victoria had returned to Station Square once the Molochite forces had moved out. It had been a scene of pure primal carnage. The entire city had been razed, and there were few survivors to be found, most of them either civilians who had got out early or G.U.N troops who had been trapped by the cultists and been buried under rubble, only to pull themselves free later. At Victoria's suggestion they had gathered up the survivors and camped in the destroyed city until a Molochite patrol sent them running. After escaping the patrol, they had discovered a manhole that led to a relatively spacious confluence in the sewers where they had established a base. From other survivors they had learnt that both Westopolis and Central City had also been completely razed and its population wiped out. From the conversations between the Molochite patrols and the TV propaganda sent out by the Molochites, they had learnt that the cultists had conquered most of Mobius, but that only Station Square, Westopolis and Central City had been destroyed; every other city had been spared.
Upon the ruins of Station Square a large Molochite temple-base had been built, and people arrived in truck-loads per day to dig out the rubble. 'Colonization', a particular Molochite patrol had called it. Further evidence suggested they were trying to dig something up; but what? Everyone agreed it couldn't be good, but they all couldn't help but be intrigued by the mass-digs taking place in the destroyed city, and also, apparently, in Central City and Westopolis. Despite this curiosity as to what the Molochites were trying to dig up, everyone still agreed it was probably better to disrupt the digs rather than wait for them to finish. And so they had tried. They had sent new truck-loads of diggers running, had destroyed valuable equipment and had even resorted to stealing the spades from the dig-site. It wasn't much, but it seemed to them all they could do in this new, cruel, world.
A few months later, there had been a transmission overriding the Molochite propaganda, straight from the President, or ex-President, depending on how you thought of it. He made a passionate plea for the people of Mobius to rise up against the cultists and 'throw off the shackles of slavery'. Molochite patrols increased ten-fold in a singly day. Still, Tails mused, it had been good for morale, to know the President was still alive, and that there were others apart from them fighting against Moloch-Ba'al's cultists.
The fox and echidna arrived at the manhole. The manhole was the only entrance to the resistance base. All other issues had been blocked by rubble and most of the sewers had collapsed during the attack. He climbed in after Knuckles, Leon, the disgruntled G.U.N guard, grunted a greetings to them as they passed. When they arrived at the large central chamber, Victoria appeared from nowhere at the red echidna's side,
"Well? How did it go?" she asked eagerly. Tails shook his head,
"The brought in lots more guards. There's simply no way to get in." he replied. Knuckles gave a low growl,
"We'd have more luck trying to find a penguin in the sahara." he said. Victoria shook her head,
"Don't be silly," she said simply, "there must be some way into the site."
"Are you even listening to us!? There's no way in!" snarled Knuckles angrily. A few heads turned in the chamber. The ex-G.U.N Sergeant stared the guardian down,
"No need to get angry." she said softly, "the last thing we need to do is fight between ourselves." Knuckles sighed deeply,
"I know. I know. But what with all this, a year without news from Amy or Rouge, a year hiding like rats from a bunch of bloody psychopathic maniacs! I just can't take it anymore.
"Well you're going to be pleased at this, then." a voice from the side came. It was Vector, grinning his crocodile smile and bobbing his head to the music on his headphones which he had somehow managed to get a year's supply of batteries for.
"What?" asked Tails curiously. The crocodile motioned for them to follow him into the side-room. It was not a room, in truth, but a blocked-off sewage tunnel where they had installed all the transmitters and TVs and such they had managed to gather from the ruins. Vector sat down in his chair, bringing up a file on the damaged - but working – computer.
"I just managed to intercept a Molochite transmission and I think you'll all be very pleased." The file opened and the familiar face of the Molochite propaganda minister – or 'priest' as they put it – came up. The Arctic wolf was well-known by all the resistance and was the butt of many deriding jokes. Starting with the usual formal cultist greeting, he proceeded to give the usual talk of how they were liberating the universe for all to adore Moloch-Ba'al and such, and then, his voice growing serious, begun to speak in a low voice,
"Furthermore, all Molochites of the second-level and higher are reminded that they are to attend the ascension-head at the Grand Temple for the rest of this month. Glory be to His name, this is Shane, signing out." Tails scratched his head, thinking hard,
"Second-level? If I remember, that's everyone but the basic guards." he said. Knuckles gave a grin,
"Then the dig-sites would be almost defenceless! The perfect time to teach these bastards what happens when they kill people for no good reason." he growled. Victoria twirled a loose strand of grimy hair through her hands,
"I'm not sure, what is this 'ascension-head' thing anyway?" Vector shook his head,
"Does it matter? We can go cause some serious havoc!" Knuckles slammed his fists together,
"Well it's settled then, we go in, cause a maximum of damage, and get out." he said, before adding, "Easy in, easy out." Victoria frowned,
"Don't," she said in a serious tone, "you'll jinx us."
They're doomed, yep, totally doomed. -_-'