Diary of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, January 24th, 2003
Once again I find myself battered and broken, barely able to quip like that prepubescent pest -oh there's one right there.
Anyway, this had to be at least my 3rd best attempt at world domination, if the at the time 10 year old hedgehog's hateful proclamations of my future empire on Little Planet were anything to go by, had ended in catastrophic failure the likes of which I've never seen. Both of my Egg Carriers, my greatest creations next to the Death Egg, were destroyed, once by Sonic and his loathsome friends, and the second by the very beast that was meant to kill him, Chaos.
Also it seems that while basking in my own glory, I seem to have overlooked the fact that Sonic and his friends had entered puberty. How his species even goes into adolescence always confused me. You go from a 3 foot tub of lard to a 4 foot string bean, your eyes change color, it'd almost anger me if I didn't spend so much of my life living amongst those giant talking bobbleheads.
Back on topic, my recent failure. As a result of my miscalculations in what the sensationalized media was now dubbing the 'Station Square Tragedy', over 150 million people have perished in the wake of the deity's flooding of the city known as Station Square, 30 million living in the city, and the other 120 million living in the two neighboring metropolises. I mean I was going to tear all those cities down, but at least I'd give the squatters a couple days to get off my property! Perfect Chaos just took the water from sixteen different lakes and water tables and went to town!
And that is the reason for my current state of affairs. Before, I would just keep to the less technologically advanced Mobian territories, far away from the reach of the human government's reach or care, but that is no longer possible.
No longer am I the goofy Ivo Robotnik that G.U.N can write off as terrorizing the innocent funny talking animals like a saturday morning cartoon villain. Now I am the Eggman, the most wanted and feared man in both human and Mobian society, and 'graced' with the sole honor of being the most efficient mass murderer in history.
I was always told by that hedgehog that my penchant for designing my military installations in my likeness was an awful idea, but it never occurred to me. It also never occurred to me that they would almost all be destroyed via aerial bombardment before I could establish a permanent foothold that a 10 YEAR OLD HEDGEHOG WITH A POT BELLY WOULDN'T- [Audio Log paused. The sound of a pill bottle being unopened followed by loud gulping noises could be heard seconds later before the recording resumes.] My apologies...I…. needed to sort myself out. Nothing beats South Island Fruit Juice.
My charges are thus: multiple attempts at child homicide (Said children being my puberty addled nemesis and his tagalongs), Launching a missile within United Federation Borders.
Attacking a military facility to acquire said missile.
Forcing sovereignty within United Federation borders without government approval.
Unlawful use of military grade chemicals within United Federation borders(My patented EggSleep™ gas)
Over 50 charges of illegal construction on a preservation site. I don't even know what half of these charges are! How in the world did stealing 50 million tons of ice cream get mixed in with construction?! And my windows weren't square enough? The genocide level worthy mass murder should've been enough, this was just petty!
[He could be heard drinking again.] I'm this close to trying alcohol again. And to top off these charges, Chaos's destruction of Station Square. As a result of all of these, I have been given a kill on sight order, and everyone can join in on the fun! And oh boy did people try! 50 of them so far! Whether it was one of the trained government agents that or some stupid kid with a BB gun, anyone could just stab me, shoot me, anything really; the options are endless! And so's the chasm I dumped all of those idiots in!
[The audio log paused once again. The sounds of pills being opened again could be heard, followed by incessant weeping for an hour. There seems to be audio from a self help seminar playing. The audio log resumes an hour later.] I feel much-[Sounds of retching could be heard.] B-better…[He groaned. A moan of disappointment left his lips.] What happened to my life? I was on top of the world! I finally got my dream job at S-FIT, I was finally moving up in the world! The Robotnik name would soon be cleared of the decades of stigma attached to it, and I would...I would….would….oh my god...[The audio log pauses for the last time today.]
Egg Base Alpha, Pacific Ocean, Mobian/Human Border
22:33(Saturday)
Eggman wasn't the sentimental type. The stain his grandfather's arrest and execution left on his family made sure that any chance of him having a normal family life was torpedoed, like that pink Sonic's attempts to get with that blue menace. Good on him for moving up though, that new hedgehog stalker in the red dress might as well have been a 10 compared to the stalker from Little Planet that looked like him.
And if the kid got with her, he might have to reconsider which of them was the bigger narcissist.
There were few things that made the 45 year old Ivo Robotnik nostalgic for his childhood all those decades ago, and one of them was reminiscing about his grandfather, Gerald Robotnik.
Ah, now that was a name that could put a smile on his face no matter how many times victory was swiped away from him. His grandfather was a man's man, a man who knew what he wanted, knew how to get it, and he knew how to use the least amount of people to accomplish his goals. Grandpa called his technique 'treating others with kindness'. If you asked Eggman, he'd call it 'bragging while playing on hard mode', so it was a po-tay-to po-tah-to deal.
His genius helped a fledgling Ivo Robotnik, fresh out of Tokyo U at age 6, come into his own and set the foundations for the Eggman Empire. His encyclopedic knowledge of the Chaos Emeralds led the young man to construct his first Eggmobile, which then led him to constructing his first set of Badniks, who then helped construct his first base ever, Scrap Brain, on the mountains of South Island. Not to mention that his grandfather knew the location of so many different ruins and places of religious importance, all ripe for the plundering! Or rather, he would plunder them, if half of the non robotic and Chaos Emerald related information in that diary wasn't so utterly useless!
"Bah!" He moved to throw the journal, the last bastion of Robotnik knowledge before him, down to the ground, but he instead gently placed it on his workstation table. Clad in his onesie red pajamas, Eggman sat back in a chair, which was connected to a Motobug that was straining to support this weight. "Of all the-" He already knew all of this stuff! The Angel Island expedition, the map of the island's interior, and even that waste of a venture to get those so-called 'Super Emeralds!' He did it all! Now how did that man even do all this when he was too busy caring for his sickly granddaughter, Eggman didn't know. The photos showed his grandfather right there on Angel Island, places Eggman himself went to verify when he had Knuckles on his 'payroll' so to speak. And the way his grandfather wrote of these areas meant he had to have been there personally!
But something told him to look through this journal once more, to keep looking. He snapped his fingers, and a Coconuts handed him the journal before he used the monkey robot's head as a footrest. The terms S-Fit and Sumeragi came up a lot when he searched for them, and he felt stupid for doing it. They were such simple words, of course a lot of results would come up! The answers were in this journal, it had to be!
…Now if only this wasn't the 55th time he read it in a row! His eyes were red and puffy, yet dry. This entire venture had left him a crying sobbing wreck, memories of his past that were so close to landing on the shores of his consciousness swept away into oblivion. And through all of it, one thought permeated through him: read the journal.
He had discounted the idea that this obsession might be a result of some sort of mind altering encounter. He had a Spectralometer in place after that mess in Sandopolis, so there wasn't a chance that he could have lingering memories from a possession, and the Spectralometer prevented psionic attacks and worked in tandem with a powerful DNA registry tool. None of that crap like with the Diamond Cutters or whatever their names were was gonna get the better of him this time!
And it was during his pondering of that group, thinking that maybe he should've spared the octopus that could transform into anyone, that a certain name and logo popped up….
The Heavenly Emperor
"What in the…." Page 55, paragraph 4 should be an anecdote on Maria, not this! "ROBOTS!" He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the facility. "PREPARE THE MED BAY, NOW! AND GET SOMEONE TO SCAN THIS JOURNAL IMMEDIATELY!" That stupid Spectralometer didn't do it's damn job! Well they were too late! No spook or psychic was going to get the best of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and he'd rather…rather…..
"Where am I?"
{Commander, this is G.U.N Station Alpha, you are cleared to land.}
"Acknowledged." Said the commander as he leaned back in his chair, his heterochromic eyes alight with boredom and depression. There were few things that could shock Commander Abraham Tower. While nothing could ever truly top the atrocities of his childhood, perpetrated by the very organization he now led, he thought himself pretty unflappable. At 65 years old, he had spend the previous 30 years of his military career in numerous overseas operations, domestic terrorist cleanup, and hostile takeovers of businesses that didn't exactly coincide with interests of the United Federations. With a bodycount of over 1200 people dead by either his hands or by the units he commanded, he could say without a shadow of a doubt that none of the things he had done as the leader of the Guardian Unit of Nations, or G.U.N as it were, was nowhere near the bloodthirsty incompetence of the G.U.N of the past.
But sometimes, there were things that just got to you. This destroyed city below his private jet was one of many destroyed cities he had seen when cleaning up the old guard. In a way, the flooded streets and buildings that looked as though they were blown up from the inside had brought him a depressing sense of nostalgia. On any other day he would have had a twinge of sadness, and then moved on. But this wasn't any other day.
{Sir we are about to land at the memorial site.}
"Understood." Because any other day you wouldn't have seen a goddamn water dragon lay waste to a city and killing over 8 million people in the span of 23 seconds. Station Square used to be a nice city, and despite his disdain for the creatures given his past experience with a certain black and red 'hedgehog' the Mobian population integrating into human society had done nothing but good for both races. But as they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and you can't have a superpowered Mobian with super speed without a fat, egg shaped scientist wanting to play god with an unearthly force beyond his human comprehension. Whether it was in space or on earth, he just couldn't escape those damnable Robotniks.
He exited his private jet around 20 minutes after it landed once the security detail deemed the area safe.
He stepped out of the jet and onto the mass watery grave that was Station Square. The Memorial Site was a massive facility hovering 800 feet above the former city. Built by one of G.U.N's partner organizations, the facility was the size of three football fields, and also housed many of the refugees that escaped Station Square. How that blue hedgehog managed to do that escaped even G.U.N's top scientists, but trying to understand Mobian Biology, least of all the inner workings of Sonic the Hedgehog, was an exercise in futility. They could always get the other hedgehog they had and dissect it, but no one was that desperate for answers.
Standing on an automated walkway with a window view of the city to his right, Commander Tower remained polite as the sun shined in the sky, waving and greeting anyone that did so first. Even now the disconnect between Mobian biology and human biology gave him a headache, almost as much as their naming schemes, or lack thereof. Their massive eyes, their massive heads, how some of their mouths are just…off to the side! Still, he kept a professional front; he needed to be. This was an important day for a lot of people, and he was going to be flooded with a torrent of hate the second he stepped into the Memorial Hall.
And just like he thought, jeers and boos met him the second he showed his face there. The crowd of humans and Mobians went silent, before any joviality they were just reveling in turned to utter hatred. And the man/hedgehog of the hour, wearing clothes for once, a tuxedo and pants, stood there in utter confusion along with his two tailed fox partner. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that 89% of the audience here looked like something out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Abaraham would be a lot more concerned. He actually had to try to put on a facade of fear as he met Sonic on the podium, and like with any other time he was met with an angry populace who wanted his head skewered on a pike, he put on an air of concern and pity as he began to 'apologize', his fakeness acknowledged by a very annoyed hedgehog and fox.
Oh to be able to empathize like these two could; he missed being able to do that.
"What in the world?!" Eggman woke up. "Where in the world…?!" Why was he in some eastern classroom?! And it was the early afternoon, why was it dawn now?! "How did I-?!" His hands went to his throat. "My voice! What happened to my voice?!" Why did he sound so much younger?! Why did he feel lighter?! Don't tell me-" He looked down and nearly jumped. "My stomach!" He could actually see his legs, and his stomach, it was so…thin!
Eggman frantically looked around the classroom, and upon seeing a mirror on one of the student desks he ran to it, bowling over every desk and chair he could find before putting it up to his face
And he nearly fainted on the spot when he saw the man staring at him. "M-my Egg god!" With shaky hands he grasped the mirror, shudders of disbelief leaving his lips as he looked at his reflection. "What happened to me?!" Despite his immense confidence in himself and his achivements, even he wasn't egotistical enough to think he was ever a looker back in his college days. At best he was rail thin, balding at an early age due to a genetic mistake present in every Robotnik male, and the name Eggman was given to him by his fellow college students due to the shape of his head rather than his stomach. So with all that in mind, the only thought that was going through his head was 'Who the hell is this?!'
Seriously, who was this?! Who was this pale skinned ginger Asian female spankbait looking man?! This seriously couldn't be him could it?! "Ughhhh.." Everything about this made him sick. The perfect skin, the perfect face, it was so generic, like he was lab grown!
"Hey uhh, sensei?" His ears were alerted to the sound of a teenage girl, but he was too busy admiring himself in the mirror despite wanting to see the source of the voice. "You promised to help me with my homework, remember?!"
"Of course, of course, Ekoro-chan!" He didn't say that. It came out of his mouth but he didn't say it. "Just give me a minute and….alright."
He turned and looked down at the girl. She was a schoolgirl and apparently they had a really lax dress code here, too lax! He was just going to ignore the bright blue hair and focus on that ungodly tiny skirt, partly because he was wondering what kind of favors her parents must've done to let their kid put that on, partly because she was 14 and he was pretty sure he was 26 but that didn't matter this was so so so wrong, but also because whoever was controlling his body really really liked her for THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP! "Alright, sit down and show me what you're having trouble with."
Eggman was brought back to reality, and he found that his face was very wet. He softly put a hand to his cheeks, the sensory tech in his gloves feeding information to his goggles. "Tears?" He...he was crying? Who was that girl?
So I aim like this?
Yep! The important thing to remember is to keep your footing as you shoot.
"Ekoro….?" Yeah, Ekoro! There was a girl named Ekoro!
'Houdai-kun, just eat it! I worked really hard on it!
What is that thing?!
I made it so it looked like my mom!
It's a giant flesh ring with eyes! That's your mom?!
And she...had a boyfriend?! "Oh thank me!" OH that was a load off his back after what he just saw! So he taught a girl named Ekoro and her boyfriend Houdai...at a school with a skeevy dress code….? No, that couldn't be it. He taught at Southside Island U for two years and had photos for six of his best students during their graduation, what was he-?!
Grandpa, that's not a hedgehog, that's a freakin 'cyclops!
I know what he looks like Ivo, but I assure you he is a hedgehog, one belonging to a new species not native to this world! And his name is-
"Shadow…" Shadow...the...Hedgehog. "GRRK!: He clenched his head, his heart rate skyrocketing as more and more memories of things he never experienced flashed.
This is the first of many Sumeragi space colonies, Dr. Robotnik and your family can stay as long as they like!
"No.." that's not what happened!"
Ivo, this is a sick joke! I expected better from you!
You have to believe me Shadow! Sumeragi is lying to us!
"W-what?!" Why was he so chummy with that Mobian?! Seeing those little bobble headed freaks look at him like that should have made him happy, but instead it looked as though he was sad that the pincushion didn't believe whatever he was talking about!
You and your family have become far too arrogant, Ivo. I think it's safe to say that no one will miss you.
"No.."
Ultimate Life Form
Chaos Emeralds
"NO!"
Gerald Robotnik
Sumeragi.
"STOP IT!"
Ivo
IVO!
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He was positively screaming now, medical Badniks entering the room and sedating him with as many needles as possible. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"
WAKE UP IVO!
WAKE UP!
Eggman woke up, panting and heaving, and heavily restrained. "I'm in the medical bay?" His head wasn't hurting, so the robots remembered to administer headache medicine before he woke up; that's good.
But like any bit of good news recently, it came in the form of a double edged sword, and with his new clarity, he was going to rectify that real soon. With a command from his goggles, the restraints were released. He got out of the bed, and exited the room. His goggle covered eyes gleaned hatefully at his surroundings, and there was only one thing on his mind: revenge.
Revenge against who exactly? He needed to find that one out! Was this retribution from some Echidna deity for releasing Chaos and using the Master Emerald for his own ends? Was it G.U.N's doing, and he was secretly in some virtual reality construct? Or was what he saw all real? Either way, research needed to be done. Something, or someone, whether it be man, machine or god, had violated him and the memories of his family and young life, a cruelty that not even he would inflict upon his hated nemesis! Someone was going to be blamed for this. Someone was going to pay.
And someone was going to die. While he may not care for his family save for his grandfather, he would be damned if he would let someone attempt to warp the memories of such a good man! In the name of Gerald Robotnik and the Eggman Empire, whoever did this was going to pay.
And his revenge started with the journal.
Sonic stared wistfully out into the sea that was once Station Square, hands behind his back and quills drooped. Tails recognized that pose all too well, the same one he used when bartering or talking with humans. It made his brother look dignified and regal. Sonic just called it 'Kissass Mode.'
Tails walked up to him, wondering how Sonic of all people could look at this travesty and keep himself intact. The way he saw the blue hedgehog assuage the crowd with just a few words, and was even able to get the G.U.N. Commander to not look at him and their entire race like they were a bunch of freaks! "How do you do it Sonic?"
Sonic shrugged indifferently. "I've seen Egghead do worse." Every now and again Tails would ask him things like that. The Human Lands were a lot crueler than the islands back home, where the worst you had to worry about was the Battle Kukku Armada forcefully relocating you, or a sniper wolf who had a cork gun that could brain you in one shot. And yet, even back then, when they were just kids and Sonic had a major addiction to fast food, he barely had that much of a reaction to some of the things the taller species did, citing that Eggman 'did worse.' "I could tell he was a lot more freaked out about all this than I was."
Tails repressed a shudder. He had been with Sonic for most of his adventures, and not once did Eggman, or Robotnik as he went back in their pre-teen years, ever try something of this magnitude. Even when he converted Westside City to Chemical Plant, and the Westside Desert to Oil Ocean, he at least made sure his new slaves were well fed, clothed, and cared for. Sure he was a huge ass about it, as he was with a lot of things, but he never did anything like this! "So, what was it like seeing Perfect Chaos?" They never really had time to connect after that incident. With his genius and Sonic being a walking natural disaster, they were ~~forced~~ chosen by the government to assist in cleaning up this city, draining the Chaos infused water, etc. as you can see, nothing changed.
"The best thing ever!" The fox smiled as Sonic slipped back into his cocky persona. "I can't believe I even beat him! He was tougher than Eggman's stupid space robot!" Probably because he spent most of the 'fight' using Super Sonic's enhanced speed to relocate every survivor he could find. "Could've done without all the tentacles though. I'm invincible while I got the glow, but that doesn't mean I can't be annoyed!"
Tails snickered. Oh he remembered, and so did a lot of other people that Sonic had to leave when Chaos got angry at being ignored. Fear and terror turned to gut busting laughter as the world's most ludicrous game of 'I'm not touching you!' was played between a 3'5" hedgehog and a Godzilla sized giant water reptile. It was no wonder when G.U.N finally got through their bureaucratic BS, something that, when Sonic learned that that was the reason they took their sweet time getting to Station Square, he finally allowed Tails to use swear words, Sonic was annoyed, irritated, and utterly red faced.
"Yeah yeah laugh it up." Sonic shot back good naturedly. "I'm just glad everything worked out in the end." Despite the humor, Tails felt the dismissive nature still persisted. Don't get him wrong, he could sense the anger just pouring from his brother's body, but it was the same nonchalance that the G.U.N. Commander occasionally showed in the face of a tragedy. Sonic wouldn't tell him where he got this cool in the face of horror attitude from, but Tails knew, and so did Amy.
After all, just look at any tabloids in the late 90s. Sonic was not the nicest person when under stress back then,especially when a certain fox was in danger, and after Little Planet… everything changed after Little Planet. Tails shooed the thoughts from his mind. "You wanna veg out for a bit? We got six hours before your next meeting."
"Six hours?!" Tails nodded as Sonic quickly changed out of his suit, straightened his quills, and soon was half naked like his fox brother, wearing only his gloves and shoes. "Well why didn't ya say so?!"
"You seriously didn't notice the lack of cameras?!" Tails asked incredulously.
"Duh! Why do you think I kept the stuffy act up? If I acted like my usual self back there, they'd throw a fit!" He let out a yawn. "Lead the way, compare, let's order room service and punish that toilet!"
Eggman sifted through the journal like a hungry pig through a trough.
Photographs and paragraphs he took as fantasy were now striking a familiar chord with him, a nostalgic one at that, and one he knew wasn't there beforehand. The name and logo of this Heavenly Emperor filled him with equal parts anticipation and dread. There were so many questions that needed answering, but the most important thing is how this Heavenly Emperor enchanted his grandfather. He spoke quite highly of this person, praised their achievements whenever he could, and talked extensively on this 'Glaive System' prototype. If this world had any sort of supernatural power source aside from the Chaos Emeralds then this would be worth looking into, but alas, he would treat this as fantasy as well. Still though, it sounded promising.
Glaive Prototype Development Summary
Sword shaped objects created by the Heavenly Emperor which control the flow of a user's _ energy. Normally, an _has what is called a _ inside their bodies which allow them to use their_ at will. The _under the Heavenly Emperor's command, however, have had their _extracted and stored inside sword-shaped devices known as Glaives that can be remotely controlled. Once completed, this should allow the Heavenly Emperor to prevent any unwanted outbursts of _ from those under their control.
When the _ is in danger, the _ monitoring facility can give a go-ahead order for the _to unleash the _ inside the Glaive. The _ then fuses with the adept and triggers a complete body transformation. Currently, these Glaives are the only means for an _ to _ live a normal life.
However, there is much that is still unknown about these poor souls, so it is still too early to tell if these Glaives will become a boon for _ or a disaster waiting to happen…
Eggman was enraged. "Of all the cheap tricks- My grandfather would never censor his work like this!" And if he did, he sure as heck wouldn't do it so sloppily! The man worked on a Black Site, for crying out loud!
Eggman's anger gave way to intrigue and confusion. 'If I'm reading this right. this emperor extracts a special quality from certain people, puts them into swords, and when the unlock signal is given, allows them to use that quality?' Superpowers. This book was talking about superpowers! 'Ivo-sensei, over here!'
"What was that?!" He looked around frantically. "Huh." Must've been in his remnant of a time he was going to reclaim. "Mantis Development Diary, Spyder prototype phase…" His eyes darted across the page before dismissing everything he just read with a roll of his eyes. Ugh, worthless retro hardware. This was what this Heavenly Emperor called 'high speed battle tanks'?! His Motobugs could run faster than these things, even when you factor in the final specs for these clunkers! And the way they would have the AI for these tanks compensate for their so-called high speeds was ridiculous! A well placed rail gun shot or electrical field could overheat their entire systems or worse yet, trick their systems into thinking they overheated!
He'd give this emperor this, their software development was decades ahead of what he was putting out! Leave it to his grandfather to uphold the Robotnik lineage of progress! Hard light holograms were something Eggman was just experimenting with, and he needed a supercomputer the size of a house to manage them for just one of his bases, but here was the information on how to compartmentalize that technology into something as tiny as- "I can't be reading this right."
. Contact Lenses that produce hard light holograms?! "OHOHOHOHOHOHO, Oh grandfather you cad!" Hiding this from the government! He didn't know where the Black Site his grandfather worked at was, but he did have some ideas of the eternals, and everything here software wise blew the ARK out of the water! Oh this Emperor has gotten his interest, that's for sure!
….Except for the grunt suits. To be fair, these were some damn fine pieces of hardware. The levels of life support functionality alone was making him salivate! He was planning on moving away from animal based power sources for his troops, retiring the Badnik line and beginning construction on the Egg Pawns, but this could accelerate those plans by decades! Only problem he could find in the schematics was these things couldn't handle high voltages well enough, like say, a continuous stream of lightning being poured into the suits themselves, but eh, it wasn't like he'd run into that problem in the near future! As long as he stuck to the human territories that was, freaking big headed superpowered animal freaks.
After reading through some more of the journal, some high school schlock about angels and pheromone guns -no idea what that was about- He felt another word strike a chord with him.
Septima
"..." He paused. He let the memories flow, his mind jumbled as new locations he'd never been to and people he'd never met were quickly becoming known to him.
Diary of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, March 5th, 2003
[The sound of humming could be heard in the background. Eggman takes a deep breath before beginning the audio log.] It has recently occurred to me that I can't recall much of my swinging 20s and 30s ever since I met that accursed hedgehog.
I can remember my childhood with my grandfather and my cousin Maria, but once I left his home to strike it on my own, I've drawn nothing but blanks. I now know why...sort of. It begins with this Heavenl- [He groans.] Ughh, it's Sumeragi! That's how you pronounce that! I knew there was something off about the way I read that!
From my college years back in the 50s to my teaching career in the 70s to late 80s, I've come to realize that I can't remember a single thing about those lost years! At first I chalked it up to my hatred for that blue idiot and his disgustingly dated slang causing my brain to chuck out any information not relevant to making that half naked pincushion a blue and red splatter on my Eggmobile. I mean, that had to make sense, the Egg TheraBots™ I built to get me through those rough times said so! Or was it something else? I kinda remember them giving me some advice, I didn't like it, I put them in the compactor-
[The video pauses as ranting about the uselessness of the entire psychiatric practice spews out from him.] Hoo boy, I needed that. Anyway, back on topic. It's been three days since I read that journal with my head back on my shoulders, and I'm feeling positively murderous. Everyone thinks I kill willy nilly, like one of those violent dicators from the Human Lands, but when I kill, it's to instill a sense of purpose and dread into my slaves, not to instill fear! Completely different!
The only other person I ever felt this angry towards was that blue rodent and his stupid friends, but now I realize I have another foe worth my bottomless hatred. And that is how I found myself here, 30 miles outside of the airspace of the G.U.N headquarters.
Now as I make my way to their doorstep to exact my revenge, I have to wonder…what page should these magnanimous words go on? This has reached the 300,000 word count if you count my other journals detailing my eventual and inevitable rise to power, but I hate blowhards or anyone that just doesn't get to the point, or idiots who love to hear themselves talk.
Oh, and for future reference to all my detractors -Sonic-, whenI pontificate, every word out of my mouth has the explicit purpose of teaching my lessers on how they could improve their lives under my rule. When other people talk, it's to brag about their ridiculous meaningless accomplishments.
Eh, I can figure out the memoirs later. With the rodent and his friends busy with that memorial thing or whatever, and with all that water in the way, I'll be long gone before they can get to me!
But just in case….
"It's called a Carolina Reaper, the spiciest pepper in the Human Lands. Humans can't handle it, can you believe that?!"
Tails sniffed the pepper before chewing on it. "It doesn't taste any spicier than the stuff back home."
"I know right?!" Sonic said with a laugh as he wheeled in their food into Tails's room. "This stuff ain't nothing compared to the spicy food back on South Island!" Then again most Mobian food was absolutely lethal to humans. When the average Mobian Child could be shot with enough force to send a human child of equal age into a wall and come up mildly annoyed, the food to sustain such a durable body would be just as tough. "So it's your room little buddy and we got that new hi-def stuff on the TV! So what're we gonna watch?"
Ten minutes later Sonic regretted that decision. Listlessly munching on a full fried turkey in one hand and dipping it in the ranch dressing in his other one, he could only watch listlessly from the mattress as the nerd guy on the wall mounted flatscreen droned on and on about some science stuff. He couldn't see whatever was on the TV though, Tails was in the way. And he was so into it his tails were wagging everywhere, preventing Sonic from seeing the show. 'I missed when he used to watch dumb kids shows.' Oh those were the days, hijacking Eggman's communications network so they could watch some toons after a nice long day of Badnik Busting. Now his little buddy's all into that higher learning stuff. 'Yep, really regretting this.' At least it's better than being in the room with the G.U.N. Commander. 'Might as well get some Zs.'
HELP US!
Tails didn't question the gust of wind that hit the room. 'Ah well, more food for me!' He was gonna take it once Sonic fell asleep, but him getting bored and bolting works too!
Six seconds later, Sonic was on top of the memorial hall craft. His green eyes narrowed as his ears twitched. "Hey, you there?!" That was straight up magic he sensed, and it was calling to him specifically!"
Help!
There it was again! It sounded like a little girl! And it was coming….from down there….in the water. With a grimace, Sonic pulled out a small orb and crushed it between his palms. In just a second he was enveloped in a massive bubble.
He jumped into the water, his Mobian biology allowing him to sink like a stone into the ruined flooded streets that was Station Square. "Alright I'm here! Where are ya?!"
Help!
"Yeah, that's what I'm here for!" He ran as fast as he could through the ruined streets, the sheer pressure from the water slowing him down immensely. Debris and rusted vehicles blocked his view, meaning he had to Spin Dash through some of the wreckage to get to where he needed to go.
…Wherever that was. "So you mind helping me out here?" He asked the voice as he sat on top of a floating car. "This place is pretty intact, so can I get a description or something?"
Help!
"Oh, that's all you can say…" Well that's not helpful. 'Really should've grabbed Tails.' Heck, he should've told the military with the submarines to come down here, what was he even thinking with this?! Well, he's down here, and it's gonna take a while for him to get topside with all this water pressure.
H-hotel!
"What?!" He got up. "Can you explain what the hotel loos like?!"
B-beach!
"Beach?" He parroted. How in the world would they even know where that was in all this?! Oh well, at least they narrowed it down. "Got it!" Ok, so the memorial site was hovering above main street. To his left was the sandwich place Amy used to drag him and Tails to, and to his right was the jeweler. So that meant that the girl was….to the right! "Alright, I'm heading your way now!" He didn't receive a reply in return. 'Ok, have to time this right.' All that piloting training was about to pay off big time. He curled up into a ball and began revving up 'Almost…Almost….' Almost there….YES!
With a massive burst of speed, Sonic bolted into the underwater horizon towards the ruins of the Emerald Coast Hotel. He uncurled halfway above the horizon as he prepared to land, sticking his feet out as he slammed into the ground with the force of a squeaky toy being thrown against a wall. 'Nothing here…' They said they could see the beach, well, canyon now. He looked up to the hotel, where he saw a bright azure light on one of the floors. "There you are." Man they built this hotel out of Adamantium or something; it's still standing! He jumped up to one of the still intact structures close to the hotel, probably the Twinkly Park entrance given how colorful this piece of floating ground was, and revved up again before launching off the rock and onto the upper floors. He landed six floors below where he intended, and he was thankful for the Aqua Shield's durability as his hand landed on and shattered the broken, sharp glass into dust without harming him. "Hang on!"
HELP! PLEASE!
Oh god they sounded desperate, he had to hurry!" He lifted himself up into a window and once his feet were on the windowsill, he jumped off of it to the next broken window, and then the next, until he finally got to the light. "Oh crap." The source of the light was a dome, and he could tell by the audible crackling and the electricity spurting out from it that he shouldn't touch that unless he wanted to end up a boiled Romani dish. He was pretty sure whoever was calling him was inside that, so what to do….?
455 civilians with 220 agents hidden. Of those 220, 120 were blended in with the park goers, 33 were disguised as restaurant vendors, and the other 65 were surveilling the area.
"I almost feel sorry for G.U.N." From one megalomaniacal group to another, he understood the plight of having a bunch of stupid natives traipsing on top of your secret base and being unable to do anything about it. In G.U.N's case the base was located 120 feet below Central Park, and the base extended far past the first island that comprised Central City.
Sitting comfortably in his Eggmobile far outside their scanning range, Eggman watched as his little pets infiltrated the park. He forgot how much he missed regular Human Land animals. They didn't have those annoyingly cutesy faces Mobian animals had, and their names weren't so stupid. And no one's going to notice a couple extra squirrels or birds in the park, or that they were being far more careful and deliberate in their movements. He's Dr. Eggman! He would never use animals for anything other than batteries for his robots!
You gotta love it when your enemies think you're some two-bit cliche villain. A holographic map was displayed in front of him via a small camera in the middle of his cockpit, showing a map of the park and its surrounding area. Three icons lie to the right of the map, allowing him to have different viewing modes of the park. Six dots scurried around the western entrance, all of them marked with his logo. Eggman grinned at that. He gave them clear instructions to spread out around the park, except if certain conditions were fulfilled. And by the way they were scurrying around that particular area, it looks like one of the conditions was met.
"Hehehehehehehe!" Eggman gleefully rubbed his hands together. "Computer, analyze!" the devices he planted on those little fuzz balls would give him all the data he needed. Thanks to G.U.N's fetish for adapting his technology to be compatible with their primitive systems, he could track each and every idiot who was using his tech, with the proper setup of course.
ANALYSIS COMPLETE
"Results?"
G.U.N FOLDABLE CARBINE DETECTED ON PERSON.
Ah, so they managed to adapt his Blastoid's multi-functional cannon, perfect for use in the ocean depths or on dry land! Took them what, 3 years? Pathetic.
SUBJECT IS WILLIAM TRAVELER lll, G.U.N. ID# 244266666-900CMD
Oh. "Huh." The glee evaporated. That…that was easier than he thought. He wanted to savor his revenge, which is why he did the whole using regular animals thing. He had it all planned out in his head; staking out enemy territory, using some old techniques he got from a movie or two, and catching G.U.N. by surprise! He figured since he, you know, inadvertently killed millions and released a giant water monster they'd update their security in case he tried something against them, but here was one of the organization's top commanders in one of the least guarded parts of the park!
"Well that just took the fun out of this." He said despondently. "Oh well." He could make up for that once he got his hands on the trained monkeys they called their best and brightest.
With a loud, saw-like noise that reverberated through the water, Sonic used his Spin Dash to saw through the floor, a process made somewhat difficult thanks to the water pressure, and landed on the floor below. Swatting a piece of a couch out of his way, he jumped back up to get a reminder of where the dome was before landing back down and going to the spot underneath the electric dome. He grabbed what remained of the couch and used it as a stepping stone so he could place his ear onto the ceiling. 'I don't hear any crackling…' And the Aqua Shield wasn't wiggling like crazy like it usually did when close to electricity. Guess he found the weak spot! "HEY!" He yelled. "I know you can hear me! I'm gonna punch a hole underneath your little dome! If you understand that, say anything other than 'Help!"
….Ok….
"That's good enough! On the count of 3! 1…." He bent his knees. "2….." He vibrated his lower body, storing as much kinetic energy in them as needed. "3! Do it now!" He heard the crackling disappear seconds before he busted through the solid concrete and wood ceiling. To his shock, he found he had to grab not just one, but two human girls! Still, he was underwater, so he barely reached the ceiling before he landed. "Thanks a lot!" He said cheerfully to the two girls, quickly noting the looks they were giving him. "Uhhhh, you two ok?"
"It's you…" Said one of the girls, purple haired with two antannae cowlick things sticking out of the top. Human hair was weird. "Why are you here?"
"Memorial day, millions dead, all that." He said nonchalantly to the two humans. "So uhhh, I'm noticing you two're looking at me like I'm gonna eat your face off, so unless you wanna make a run for it, go ahead. Water's gonna crush you like a grape, but at least you'll get away from me." Any fear the two girls with the weird humans had towards him gave way to stone cold, blank expressions. Ok…. so I'm just gonna make my way topside and you won't have to see my face again; deal?"
"Deal. Said the white haired girl. Sonic noted the look on her face, not fear, but uncertainty. It was that 'you shouldn't be alive' look he saw back during the old days back on Little- No, don't focus on that. Egghead would never turn into that thing, ever.
"Alrightie." To his surprise, they let him pick them up. "It's gonna be a slow ride to the surface, so hold on tight!"
Well, Mytyl realized, Sonic was right; this was slow! From what she remembered, the Sonic they knew had something called the 'Boost', which allowed him to just bypass all this water and move as fast underwater as he would on land! And he could carry people or objects using that Boost without damaging them. Here, he was being slow, deliberate, likely because of this bubble keeping all the oxygen in and preventing them all from drowning. Case in point? It had been 30 minutes since they left whatever building they were just in, and she was pretty sure that the speed he was going at was far slower than the speed he used to get to them. So seeing as how he was taking his sweet time, she decided to have a chat. 'Joule?'
'How are you talking to me?!' Said an equally confused Joule as Sonic moon jumped onto a floating car and up to a building. 'None of the Septimas we chose-'
'Zonda.'
'Oh.' Now it made sense to Joule, remembering how Mytyl reacted to the book with the ice Septima. 'How much of her power do you think we have?'
'She's in our body, do you really want to find out and give her even more control?' She felt Joule shudder in disgust at the thought.
'So why are we doing this?'
'So he can't hear.' Mytyl answered as Sonic continued moon jumping across the buildings. 'We were not supposed to arrive on Mobius, and everything we saw before we put up that dome was that of an American city filled with Mobians and humans! He must have knocked us out of the time stream inadvertently!'
'Oh.' Mytyl had a point. Her memories of Sonic and GV were sometimes pleasant, sometimes not, but what she did remember was that he got on his and Lumen's nerves a lot. If it wasn't for his annoying puns, his durability, his irritating jokes, the fact he was hard to hit, and the fact he just wouldn't shut up, it was like the concept of bad luck didn't apply to him. She didn't know what their problem was with his jokes, they were hilarious! 'Do you think it might have been the Time Stones?'
'Why would he have anything to do with the Time Stones?' From what she remembered, he was all about the Chaos Emeralds. 'You took Merak's Wormhole Septima, right? Just use that, focus on the Stones we have, and whose bodies are these?!'
Joule's eyes widened as she realized what Mytyl meant. They were supposed to be in the bodies of their younger selves! While she was nowhere near as smart as the Kamizono, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. 'Whose corpses are these?!'
"Ok ladies, Another hour or two and we're almost there!" Sonic felt an overwhelming sense of dread coming from the two girls as he jumped onto a piece of concrete floating in the water. 'Been a while since I felt something like that.' The ole Mobian animal instinct was as rusty in modern Mobians as Eggman's sense of modesty. He didn't know what was going on with these two, but he had a feeling that they just realized something, possibly related to that 'get away from me' vibe they were putting out earlier.
Or it could be the Time Stones they were hiding, that's probably it.
William Traveler the third was a man. He was a man that lucked out into a commander position in the Guardian Unit of Nations, and that was all anyone ever thought of him. The truth however, was far more sinister than anyone realized.
After having the park officials spend an hour getting his ID back from a squirrel of all things, William piloted his hover chair back into Central Park as the sun set. There weren't that many people out here near the cardinal entrances, and anyone that was in the park were either kids, orphans, druggies, gangsters, or just horny idiots wanting a thrill or two. G.U.N kept tabs on them all, and the idiots never even knew it! It was why a 110 year old geriatric in an expensive hover chair and two massive oxygen tanks on the back of it was able to just stroll right in without any trouble.
Once he was absolutely sure that no one was around -not that he doubted his men's recon abilities, but he was a paranoid son of a bitch- William pressed a few buttons on his hoverchair, and then disappeared.
RECOGNIZED:244266666-900CMD
William stepped off the teleportation pad just as he finished materializing, and was greeted by the familiar blues and whites of G.U.N's underground base. Once again he had to thank that loon Gerald. Guy was a nutty bastard but thanks to his technology, structural integrity and the threat of mother nature were nothing but trifling annoyances when it came to this base. He took a deep breath from his oxygen mask, allowing himself to acclimate to the teleportation.
He hovered down the empty halls, lost in his thoughts. Every last bit of military experience was screaming at him to have alerted Tower about that damned squirrel, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He was no stranger to cute things being able to kill dozens of men, he was the guy who brought axed Gerald's pet project and the man himself, and like that black and red Mobian, that squirrel stunk of Robotnik. Then again a lot of things stunk of Robotnik; the man murdered millions of people in a few minutes, after all.
But perhaps if he was a bit more thorough when he got home, and actually had his at home nurse give him a sponge bath, he would have been alerted to the little surprise one of the squirrels left in his hair.
…A surprise Eggman was taking advantage of. Whistling as he positioned his Eggmobile above Central Park, he used the commander's ID to weasel his way into the G.U.N central headquarters! This was the man who stopped that 'evil' Gerald Robotnik and his 'evil' Project Shadow, after all! The man was also known for hosting just a lot of parties, so if there was another teleportation signal using his ID, then of course the man was gonna host another party! And that's what everyone was going to think before they realized what was stolen from under them!
"Look out G.U.N, here comes Ivo!" With a press of a button, two massive mechanical legs formed on the sides of his Eggmobile, and a massive rotating cannon appeared on the craft's back. A plexiglass dome appeared above Eggman, which was then reinforced with an energy shield that permeated throughout the entire mech with a malicious grin, he keyed in the commander ID into his newest machine, the Egg Walker, and soon every door in the area opened for him, as well as every camera in the base.
With just a command, the computer on the Egg Walker separated every active camera into tiers, starting from which areas had the most human personnel, which had the most active robots, which had a mix of the two, and which areas had no one in them. Eggman scratched his chin and pondered. The base had defenses for intruders, but the only one who could access those were the head commander and the head security chief, both of which were with that pesky hedgehog back in the Station Square ruins. "Wait a minute…" He grinned evilly. Sure he couldn't use any of the weapons systems, nor could he disable any of them…. But that didn't mean he couldn't bring any of them in!
And what a coinkydink! One of G.U.N's top men has a private teleporter that doesn't have a transport limit!
{And that's all for the weather. Coming up next, the Station Square-}
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A young man in his mid 20s turned off the wall mounted TV. "Every single day with this.." Can't go outside without hearing it, can't go online without seeing it. Day in and day out, for a full year, the destruction of Station Square was still on the forefront of the public consciousness. It wasn't like he couldn't understand. It was the biggest loss of life on human soil since the bombs,, 15 million people dead in an instant, all because of some fat, gangly limbed freak.
He exited the break room, needing to clear his head. There weren't that many people on base today, being the anniversary of the tragedy. It was just him, a skeleton crew, and some unmanned mechs on patrol, and the guys in the control room piloting the drones outside. 'I should probably just go back to my barracks.' It wasn't like he could just leave to get some actual fresh air, not this artificial crap they were pouring in the base. For one, you needed to sign a buttload of papers just to go to the surface, and even more to cover the costs of teleporting you to the surface. Then there were the surveillance consent forms, the NDAs, the housing agreements, it was all a pain in the ass. And besides; it's not like he had a home anymore.
saw to that.
You'd have to have been blind, deaf, or the biggest moron on the planet to miss what that bastard did. It was the biggest, instantaneous loss of life in decades, all because he wanted to build a goddamn theme park! You couldn't even find footage of the destruction as it happened, it was that fast The radiation from the energy his monster poured out was harmless to humans, Mobians, and technology in general, but it made communicating in and out of the city impossible for months, and every form of data had been corrupted, as though someone put a massive super magnet above the city! The only thing anyone had were survivor's accounts of the incident, and how once again, Sonic the Hedgehog did the government's job. There were even had some golden angel form or some crap too!
He stopped at a vending machine, picking out a soda before going into the elevator. Now Sonic, that kid was a whole other can of worms. He was completely untouchable from a political standpoint. Kid knew his way around the camera and mic like he was trained from birth to be a politician, and he was so fast that trying to drum up any controversy was near impossible. Unless you were his human fans. Dear god, his human fans…..
Shuddering that thought away, he waited for the elevator to get to his floor. And it was to his embarrassment and mortification that he realized the elevator was still going, way past his assigned floor. "Oh you gotta be kidding me!" They just fixed this stupid thing! He pressed the call button. "This is Petty Officer Assira Movol calling Maintenance and Repair." He waited for the beep to confirm the message got through, but nothing came. "Oh great."
{This is your new master speaking.} The elevator turned cold as he recognized the voice. They wouldn't be stupid enough to pull a prank like this would they?! {I'm afraid that the repairmen are currently being interrogated as we speak, just like you're going to be!}
He nearly pissed his pants at what he saw next. "Oh god.." The elevator stopped, the door opening with a loud *ding!* to reveal what was any United Federation citizen's greatest nightmare. Sixteen G.U.N DIABLOTroopers, the best of the best with cybernetic attachments, were all KIA. their dead bodies didn't have a hint of blood on them, but that's what happens with Chaos Energy. And their murderer? Why, he was standing in front of him!
3 feet tall, dark blues and silver, with dark red LED eyes on a black screen imitating a Mobian's monoeye. A yellow jet engine in the center of its chest, and red feet imitating a certain hedgehog hero's signature sneakers. {Assira Mov, meet Metal Sonic Mk3. Mk3, take him to meet the others.}