Opening File: Rings
From the legendary island of Green Hill, there are special lakes where these 'Rings' come out of. A special golden band that gives a variety of potent energy. Used for powering technology instead of environmental resources, and giving individuals a energy boost of power though it varies between affinity.
While the lakes that produce these Rings usually only make the common 'Power Rings', every now and then though, depending on certain circumstances, the lakes can produces other unique Rings such as the rare and powerful Warp Ring. Red Ring. Revival Ring. Wish Ring, and so on.
Rumor has it though that by finding over a thousand regular Power Rings combined with a fabled Gem of Mobian legend, one can achieve a special state never before seen.
Opening File: Warp Rings.
Rings that can grow in size and open up a portal to any place in the world, or even a different dimension entirely. These Rings are very rare, and take a while to stock. They can allow travel anywhere without worry, and are only limited by the person's own imagination of where they want to go. They open up for only a limited time though, and must be used before they vanish.
The Mobians of Green Hill Island use these Warp Rings for emergencies only.
'So it wasn't a terrorist attack...but a Mobian!' As he drove his mobile lab with his simple minded workers following behind, Robotnik could only grin at his findings. Those government fools and Huntsmen didn't even realize what he discovered...and how it can be used for his advantage.
'To produce an energy that enveloped the entire Pacific Northwest is extraordinary. While there have been certain breakthroughs like Dexlabs and Sanban Industries who have tried making mass energy, it comes nowhere near what was caused here.' It wasn't Dust, it wasn't some overblown tech, but something else. Something amazing. Something he must have.
Turning back, he saw all his beautiful machines out in the open, shut down waiting to be activated. Due to the government and their idiotic ways, they refused to give him the funding to advance his more unique machines. Humans, so stupid.
With the exception of him, humans were living waste that couldn't see the potential of technology. Always relying on Huntsmen, who would grow old and die. His tech though, was immortal. They didn't get tired, they didn't have silly emotions, they were simple programmings he joyfully coded to be efficient and the best. Yet because he couldn't get proper funding, his poor babies could never 'evolve' and reach their full potential, trapped in horrible stagnation!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A quick ping on his digital map showed a small potent energy near a house. With a grin he drove to that marked area. The time for stagnation will end, time to evolve further.
Oh boy...this was a situation Tom didn't like.
'Okay, okay, just calm down.' The young man thought as he grabbed a spatula. 'You went to fight raccoons, instead found a Mobian, shot him by accident, then saw a freaking glowing ring grow and bam! Now you're here.'
Okay, sounded weirder than he'd have liked, but in all consideration everything he said was true. He found a Mobian sneaking near his home, and now he had him in a cage.
"..." ...maybe not a good idea to have put him in there. Last thing he needed was to be considered a racist, and heaven knows his wife will grab him by the ear and pull on it hard. Still though, a blue Mobian.
"The Blue Devil." Guess Crazy Carl wasn't as wacko as he thought. And it would also explain those blue lights people say they see sometimes. Turning away and putting down both spatula and quill that had been glowing a while ago, Tom looked away unsure what to do. I mean, he knew what a Mobian was, but he has never really seen one before.
Seeing one on television and at a distance is one thing, but in person, something else entirely. A small bit of guilt from shooting him then came to mind, then confusion. Such as, why was the 'Blue Devil' even here?
Deciding he may as well take a picture-if only to show his wife later and brag to the town he found the Blue Devil-he then grabbed his phone and turned around.
"Oh." Then jumped back with a small 'Eep!' as the Blue Devil was awake, having gotten out of the cage. Knew he should have gotten the better locks!
"Donut Lord!" The Blue Devil then said groaning, probably from being shot at with a tranquilizing gun meant for bears. Tom stepped back in slight fear.
"Y-you can talk?" He said stupidly. Realizing what he said, and his treatment of the Mobian, Tom warily said, "Y-you're not here to...abduct me?" Okay, maybe he's seen to many alien films.
"You abducted me." The blue furred Mobian pointed out while shaking a little.
"Okay, that's a fair point." Tom admitted. "Um, so, what are you?" Species, to be exact. "And why were you hiding out in my garage?"
"I-I needed somewhere to hide. Somewhere safe. And you were the only person I could think of Donut Lord." the Mobian admits to the cop.
"Why do you keep calling me Donut Lord?"
"Because you talk to donuts. Eat them to if they get out of line." He saw that. Well, that's rather embarrassing. Of course before Tom could process his embarrassment, the Blue Devil then panicked as he realized he was missing something. "W-w-wait! Why am I on earth. And-oh no! I lost my Rings!"
"Rings. What?" Tom was getting more and more lost, but that'll have to wait as suddenly a rumbling could be heard at the distance. The Blue Devil looking panicked with Tom doing the same.
"What's happening." Tom then looked at the cage he put the Mobian in. "is this Satyra about to kill me? Probe me?" He then began walking. "I'm not in the mood to be probed as revenge."
"You think you're worried?" The Mobian said. "I'm not even wearing pants."
Tom looked out the window, where he then saw a giant truck near his home. Okay, so not Satrya, but the government most likely. Not exactly better, but hey, he wasn't about to be killed by terrorists. As Tom got a good look at the truck, The Blue Devil also looked and yelped at the sight.
"Ah! They're coming for me!" He declared.
"Who's coming for you? What's that got to do with me?"
"I don't have time to explain." The Mobian tells Tom who was frantic. "But you have to help me."
An image of Tom ending up in jail came to mind.
"No I don't Why?" He instantly said not wanting to get involved.
The Mobian then explained while looking down at his shaking legs. "Well, my legs, which would normally be classified as lethal weapons, feel like spaghetti." And it would take who knows how long before they regain strength to allow him to run at sonic speeds. "I need your help, please!" Sonic then decided to use the words he heard Tom always wished to hear. "It's life or death!"
That was it. Those were the words. Instantly Tom felt something in him. As a part of him now wanting to use this chance, even though he was in trouble. With a sigh, Tom then looked at the Blue Devil. "Fine. Come with me."
As he left, Sonic grinned ready to go with him.
Only to fall down onto the ground, his legs still useless.
"Uh. Little help."
'So this is where it is.' Outside, Robotnik was near the house. Here he gazed at this normal home, one which held the power he wanted. The doctor then noticed something below on the ground, his vision seeing a small set of footprints. Familiar footprints.
Grinning, he knelt down and had his gloves scan the prints. A few seconds later, they matched that it was indeed the same footprints. As always, he was right.
"Hello there." He then heard a voice, looking up he saw some pathetic looking man. "Can I help you?" Why yes he can.
Getting back up, he then walked toward the house deciding to put on the charm. "Good morning my rural chum. I'm...from the power company, investigating the blackout." That should be enough for this primitive being. He then began climbing up, eager to get the power that caused this incident. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a few readings inside your house?"
The primitive man thought for a moment, then spoke, "No kidding? You're from the power company? You must know my buddy Spencer? We play softball together."
Spencer? Okay, he'll just lie. Easy.
"Ah! Spence. He's a good man." Now can this man move so he can get the power rightfully belonging to him.
"Yeah. Come on in!" Excellent. As always he knew his charm would work. Quickly Robotnik got ready to enter the home.
Thump!
Only to stop when suddenly an arrow lodged itself at the porch.
"..."
"..."
Both Tom and Robotnik stopped. Looking at the arrow, then turned to see where it came.
"Get them!" Where an unusual faunus/mobian (?) thing then shouted with numerous faunus and mobians suddenly coming from nowhere went in to attack.
"Move! Move! Move!" Robotnik yelled as he pushed Tom away and entered the house.
"What the hell?" Tom quickly got into the house, wondering who these guys were. Though considering they had weapons, clearly they weren't nice people. Closing the door then locking it, he then turned around and accusingly pointed at the doctor, knowing full well he's a fraud.
"Okay you liar! Who are you, and why are you having those guys attack me!?" He shouted when he then heard a slam coming from the door. Already they were trying to bust in.
"How dare you!" Robotnik shot back. "I have no relation to these pests! If anything, I bet you were the one that did something." Quickly he had his hand go back behind him while inputting a special set of commands in the gloves programming connected to his truck and machines.
"No I did-" Tom then remembered, that he shot the Mobian. He then shook his head. "No I didn't!"
"You paused! Liar! Man up and face the consequences!" The doctor yelled as he then pushed Tom aside and ran, hoping to find the power source. Only to be grabbed by Tom who held him. "Let go of me you dog!"
"First of all, names Wachowski. Tom Wachowski." Tom told the doctor before shoving him onto the couch. "And second of all, why are you here?"
"Oh please Tim!" Robotnik mocked him while the slamming got louder. A crack could be heard as a window was smashed by a rock. "I came to deal with an energy signature matching the pulse from last night, something you have." Wood can be heard splintering as the people outside were slowly breaking in.
"Listen Mr-"
"Doctor!" Robotnik corrected him smugly. "Doctor Robotnik!"
"Yeah, whatever. Listen Robot..skeeze. I got nothing to do with this. Ask anybody."
"Sure, sure. I bet everyone loves you. Bet you were playing in a band in this overglorified gas stop, playing with jugs, pots, and twirling like a leprechaun! Tipping cows like a ten-year old girl." Robotnik then tells Tom who's just confused by the man's wording. Robotnik then shoving a finger on Tom's chest. "But while you do you, I'll do me. Surpassing everything you do...since I was a toddler! I spat formulas out while you spilled formula!"
A hand could be seen breaking through the door, yet neither man seemed to care at this point. Only wanting to show the other off their little pride battle.
"Actually, I was breastfed."
"Nice. Say rub that to my orphan face." An eye could be seen through the nearly broken door. "In any case, if you know about US Code 904, Title 10, and Article 104, you'd realize that anybody who aids someone threatening the good ol USA will suffer 'death'!" The door finally slammed down! "And if I catch you, it'll be worse-" A faunus came in raising a gun. "-but for now, I'll leave you with them. Toodles!"
Then like a jerk, he shoved Tom to the enemy who raised their weapon at Tom. Cursing, Tom then quickly assessed the situation and then saw the remote on the ground. He kicked it where it miraculously hit the faunus's tender parts below the belt.
"Gah!" All while shooting but missing Tom by a good ten feet. The human took that chance to run. "Huh?" Run to the faunus and instantly punch him in the freaking face. All while grabbing the gun and shooting outside. The faunus and Mobians running not wanting to get shot.
"Get out you dirty raccoons!" Maybe a bit racist, but then again, these guys were trying to kill him.
'What was that!?' Tom had led the blue Mobian upstairs, and had him stay in the attic. Which he stayed in while mentally talking to himself. Yet now, he was worried. Hearing some noise. Breathing heavily, the blue blur decided to unroll himself-as he was pretending to be a ball-and check around.
"Hello." He said quietly, all while hearing shouting and gun fire. "Tom. Are you watching a film?"
"Not exactly." A crash could be heard, with Sonic turning around. There, on the ground was a smoking machine, busted up. There, from the ceiling, a figure came down.
"What the-" Sonic took a few steps back, was looking at...a faunus? Mobian? A breed between the two. Having an animal head with humany parts and a loincloth. The figure staring at Sonic observantly.
"So. You were the one who caused the energy surge." He then started surprising the blue blur.
"H-how did you-?"
"Know." The faunus/mobian(?) smiled. "I didn't. Until now."
Oh dang.
"Still though, you need not fear." The strange being said. "I promise you, Satyra will not harm you. You can benefit by joining us, be safe."
"S-Satyra!" That organization who fought for faunus and mobian rights? As in, the guys who attacked mean humans...and killed them while also raiding towns and trains. Yeah, he knew about them. Knew they were crazy dangerous.
"Find those humans and kill them!"
"Get them!"
Sonic gasped as he heard the voices from downstairs. The man before him though only smirked. "It would seem the humans who entrapped or trying to capture you are now being dealt with. Now, come with me brother. I can take you away from here."
"B-b-Donut Lord." Sonic said confusing the the amalgamation that is this faunus.
"Excuse me?" He said.
"I mean. I-uh-y-you have to call off those guys. They'll hurt my friend!"
"You mean the same 'friend' that put you in a dog cage." The man retorted sarcastically.
"It wasn't like that. It was an accident." Sonic insisted.
"Hm." He didn't look convinced. "In any case, we should move." He then grabbed Sonic forcefully by the hand, hurting his wrist. "Come now. We can set you up later."
"W-wait!" For a moment, it looked like Sonic would be taken away.
Then from the window above them, a machine came down on them. One of Robotnik's drones he called upon, one that instantly scanned the two being below it. It's red eye glowing.
Scanning…
Faunus/Mobian hybrid. DNA showing mutation from unknown compounds.
Data file….
Stag-Man. Wanted. Satyra affiliation.
Dangerous.
Scanning…
Mobian. Mass energy detected.
Proceeding: Eliminate first target, capture second.
Then from its sides, the egg-like machine revealed two guns and missiles ready to fire.
"Tch." Stag-Man went as he let go of Sonic and grabbed his bow. "Inferior machinery. Come brother, we must-" He then noticed the hedgehog was gone. Seeing the exit from the attic was open.
Click.
This was going to take a while.
"Where is it, where is it!" To think those hypocritical animals dare attack now of all times. Such low intelligence. Luckily, Robotnik called upon both his reconnaissance and attack drones. They'll help him find it while also eliminating any enemies. He quickly looked at his scanner, saying the energy was upstairs at the moment. Currently he's in the kitchen where a raccoon is at eating some cake.
"May as well have some milk." The doctor then said going to the fridge deciding to help himself.
"Stop human scum." Only to be interrupted by this baboon. No, literally, a baboon Mobian. Look at those cheeks!
"Or what. You're going to mu-mu-mu!" Robotnik mocked, puffing his own cheeks and putting both hands on his hips and doing the chicken. That made the Mobian upset. Arming the weapon and ready to shoot.
"That's it!" Then the sound of a bullet went off.
Thump.
With the Mobian falling on the ground unresponsive. From behind one of the doctors' own machines which had shot the poor Mobian with it's gun smoking. "Thank you." Robotnik gave a small bow to his machine, and by extension himself. He made it, so technically he saved himself. Oh how grand he is.
"Now all I need to do is-!"
Thunk!
Before Robotnik could even continue, suddenly he was hit in the back of the head by a Mobian. Falling onto the ground knocked out with a small crack heard. As for who shot him, it was one that angrily saw his friend killed by that weird machine. He then raised his gun ready to finish the job.
Click.
Sadly, in his anger, he forgot about the machine which quickly shot what can be described as an excessive amount of bullets
"Oh come on!" As for Tom, he was busy trying to survive as his home was now under attack by Satyra. Hearing his stuff being blown to bits by the bullets these jerks shot. Pictures, vases, dishes, now all gone and ruined. He hoped insurance could pay for this, and maybe send a janitor to clean the blood.
Not to mention he mess in his kitchen which he heard. That one will take a while.
Luckily, these guys seemed like new recruits, and weren't all that experienced. While he was a normal man with no aura or any power, he had something called experience. So with ease he kept moving avoiding the faunus and Mobians around while then shooting at them. Fear not however, he didn't kill them. Simply shot at their hands and legs, which he felt was punishment enough for attacking his home.
"I need to get out of here." Tom realized knowing he was doing good against this small squad, but needed to leave or he'll eventually get shot at.
"Oh no you don't!"
"What the-!" Suddenly, before the Satyra raiders could do anything, a blue blur came and quickly attacked all of them. While he still wasn't strong enough to go full speed, Sonic had just enough to kick butt. In moments they each fell down knocked out, all punched in the face. Seems like all that Grimm fighting had paid off. "Oho! Don't mess with the blue! Sonic!"
"Good job buddy!" Sonic then turned seeing Tom, who threw the empty gun away. "Now come on, let's go."
"Okay!" Sonic says back as he then is picked up. He then waved a fist at the down grouped yelling, "Come back if you want round 2! Don't mess with the blue!"
Tom only shook his head, wondering just what he got himself into.
"Now this time I'll catch him." Out in the woods, Crazy Carl was getting ready. Ready to catch the Blue Devil and prove its existence. Having gotten new supplies and designs online from some faunus with bull horns who apparently solved mysteries all over the place with three other kids and a dog. These new traps would surely help catch that rascal he kept failing to capture.
"Now onto the next one." Crazy Carl said as he finished setting up the traps, leaving to the next spot. As he grabbed his gear and left, he missed the sound of thumping and slight rumbling being heard. A few minutes later after he left, a small army of Grimm came into view.
Robotnik was trying to kill Tom, and I doubt Satyra had any reservations doing the same.