Nack's Fury
"Codename?"
"Khilindio"
"And what is your business?"
"I am merely a school girl selling eggs."
"Proceed."
It sounded ridiculous, but that was the procedure Kyoto the hedgehog went through to
make sure that it truly was Nack requesting to come in. The door swished open, and Nack stood
leaning against its frame and smiling wickedly.
"Hey, Kyot, you done with those new weapons yet?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll definitely need them to break past security . . ."
"Don't worry. You, of all people, should be able to handle them well."
"Yes, yes, but, I think that . . . that that's not enough. Maybe I could borrow those . . .
teleportation shoes."
Kyoto looked at his own feet doubtfully, and was not going to easily give them up, which
surely were his greatest inventions. Then he looked at Nack. He looked into his shifty face,
which was growing much more impatient now. Oh, that's right. Kyoto had remembered his back
up plan. He hated to think about betraying his best friend, but then again, everyone one knew he
wasn't exactly trustworthy. "All right," said Kyoto, "but you'd better not screw them up."
"You know I wouldn't!" said Nack, guffawing at the idea.
"Well, . . . good luck."
* * *
In Rotor's now much larger lab (due to him making use of the new found facilities in
Mobotropolis) , Sonic lounged about in a huge swivel chair, while Rotor was perfecting his latest
invention.
"Sonic, just because we defeated Mach2 doesn't mean that you can relax and get cocky.
We still have to worry about all the escaped convicts from Devil's Gulag, remember?"
"Don't worry. You know that they're only a bunch of two bit thugs . . . or should I say
64 bit? Hahahaha!"
Rotor gave him a kind of sarcastic and patronizing glance. "Never mind. I'll keep
working."
"Hmph! Suit yourself!" said Sonic, promptly falling asleep in the chair. However, Rotor
was serious. Right now he was trying to create a much better version of the "Party-Hearty
Quadra-Sonic Rock 'N' Roller". Huh. What a crazy kid I was to call it that, he thought.
* * *
Nack crouched in the shadows, watching for the perfect time to sneak past the MP squads on
watch. Well, he thought, they're not gonna move, so now's a good a time as any. . . Then Nack
leaped out with both plasma rifles blazing. Just as the nearby squads noticed, Nack started to
teleport around in zig-zags, picking his foes off from behind. They were all down in seconds.
The reason that it was so easy to control the shoes was that there was an infrared connection
between them and a device connected directly to the brain. The technology allowed him to
teleport to any exact location he could physically or mentally see. Heh heh. Poor pathetic
Kyoto, he thought. So trustworthy. Little does he know that these are the only things I need to
get the Sword of Acorns. After I get it, I won't need his help anymore. With this stuff he gave
me (which I'm obviously going to keep) and the Sword's ultimate power, I should be unstoppable.
Now, of course, Nack had to find where the Sword of Acorns was, but, fortunately, good
ol' Uncle Chuck was nice enough to give him a map of the whole place. Silently he crept through
the hallways, trigger fingers at the ready. Suddenly, Nack heard footsteps. They were slow,
tired footsteps. It was Sonic going to get some water, but Nack didn't know that quite yet.
* * *
Knuckles was in Haven, as usual, and was asked by Rotor to watch over Mobotropolis via
video cameras placed in the halls. He was getting wearier and wearier by the minute, though, so
he couldn't quite keep focused. Just then, though, something swept across his vision. It was an
unfamiliar figure in a dark cloak. Knuckles tried zooming in quite a few times, but he couldn't
make the intruder out. He did activate the alarm, though, because he could see two
plasma rifles that he knew weren't going to used for watering daisies.
* * *
Vreep! Vreep! Vreep!
"Fuck!" Said Nack aloud, thinking that the sound of the alarm would drown it out
anyway. Sonic, however, did hear it.
"That voice . . . Nack!"
"What the--Sonic?!" At that very next moment, both combatants charged around the corner,
and they both stared each other in the eyes, memories of their two major conflicts coming back.
"What are you doing here, Nack? You know that you've never had a chance against the
Freedom fighters!" Nack gave a satisfied snicker, as if that was just what he wanted him to
say. *Voosh!* "Gah!" Sonic, truly befuddled, planted his feet around and tried to look for
Nack. Too late.
"Taste my blazing beams of RAGE!!" Nack crescendoed, nearly hitting Sonic with the blast he unleashed.
"What kind of a line is that, 'crackshot'?!" said Sonic, acting much less phased then he
really was.
"You just don't get it, do you?" said Nack, appearing to be in twelve places at once.
Suddenly, he knocked Sonic out with the back of his gun. "I believe this is the part where you
die, hedgehog!" Nack then lowered his gun and jammed it against Sonic's head.
To be continued!
"Codename?"
"Khilindio"
"And what is your business?"
"I am merely a school girl selling eggs."
"Proceed."
It sounded ridiculous, but that was the procedure Kyoto the hedgehog went through to
make sure that it truly was Nack requesting to come in. The door swished open, and Nack stood
leaning against its frame and smiling wickedly.
"Hey, Kyot, you done with those new weapons yet?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll definitely need them to break past security . . ."
"Don't worry. You, of all people, should be able to handle them well."
"Yes, yes, but, I think that . . . that that's not enough. Maybe I could borrow those . . .
teleportation shoes."
Kyoto looked at his own feet doubtfully, and was not going to easily give them up, which
surely were his greatest inventions. Then he looked at Nack. He looked into his shifty face,
which was growing much more impatient now. Oh, that's right. Kyoto had remembered his back
up plan. He hated to think about betraying his best friend, but then again, everyone one knew he
wasn't exactly trustworthy. "All right," said Kyoto, "but you'd better not screw them up."
"You know I wouldn't!" said Nack, guffawing at the idea.
"Well, . . . good luck."
* * *
In Rotor's now much larger lab (due to him making use of the new found facilities in
Mobotropolis) , Sonic lounged about in a huge swivel chair, while Rotor was perfecting his latest
invention.
"Sonic, just because we defeated Mach2 doesn't mean that you can relax and get cocky.
We still have to worry about all the escaped convicts from Devil's Gulag, remember?"
"Don't worry. You know that they're only a bunch of two bit thugs . . . or should I say
64 bit? Hahahaha!"
Rotor gave him a kind of sarcastic and patronizing glance. "Never mind. I'll keep
working."
"Hmph! Suit yourself!" said Sonic, promptly falling asleep in the chair. However, Rotor
was serious. Right now he was trying to create a much better version of the "Party-Hearty
Quadra-Sonic Rock 'N' Roller". Huh. What a crazy kid I was to call it that, he thought.
* * *
Nack crouched in the shadows, watching for the perfect time to sneak past the MP squads on
watch. Well, he thought, they're not gonna move, so now's a good a time as any. . . Then Nack
leaped out with both plasma rifles blazing. Just as the nearby squads noticed, Nack started to
teleport around in zig-zags, picking his foes off from behind. They were all down in seconds.
The reason that it was so easy to control the shoes was that there was an infrared connection
between them and a device connected directly to the brain. The technology allowed him to
teleport to any exact location he could physically or mentally see. Heh heh. Poor pathetic
Kyoto, he thought. So trustworthy. Little does he know that these are the only things I need to
get the Sword of Acorns. After I get it, I won't need his help anymore. With this stuff he gave
me (which I'm obviously going to keep) and the Sword's ultimate power, I should be unstoppable.
Now, of course, Nack had to find where the Sword of Acorns was, but, fortunately, good
ol' Uncle Chuck was nice enough to give him a map of the whole place. Silently he crept through
the hallways, trigger fingers at the ready. Suddenly, Nack heard footsteps. They were slow,
tired footsteps. It was Sonic going to get some water, but Nack didn't know that quite yet.
* * *
Knuckles was in Haven, as usual, and was asked by Rotor to watch over Mobotropolis via
video cameras placed in the halls. He was getting wearier and wearier by the minute, though, so
he couldn't quite keep focused. Just then, though, something swept across his vision. It was an
unfamiliar figure in a dark cloak. Knuckles tried zooming in quite a few times, but he couldn't
make the intruder out. He did activate the alarm, though, because he could see two
plasma rifles that he knew weren't going to used for watering daisies.
* * *
Vreep! Vreep! Vreep!
"Fuck!" Said Nack aloud, thinking that the sound of the alarm would drown it out
anyway. Sonic, however, did hear it.
"That voice . . . Nack!"
"What the--Sonic?!" At that very next moment, both combatants charged around the corner,
and they both stared each other in the eyes, memories of their two major conflicts coming back.
"What are you doing here, Nack? You know that you've never had a chance against the
Freedom fighters!" Nack gave a satisfied snicker, as if that was just what he wanted him to
say. *Voosh!* "Gah!" Sonic, truly befuddled, planted his feet around and tried to look for
Nack. Too late.
"Taste my blazing beams of RAGE!!" Nack crescendoed, nearly hitting Sonic with the blast he unleashed.
"What kind of a line is that, 'crackshot'?!" said Sonic, acting much less phased then he
really was.
"You just don't get it, do you?" said Nack, appearing to be in twelve places at once.
Suddenly, he knocked Sonic out with the back of his gun. "I believe this is the part where you
die, hedgehog!" Nack then lowered his gun and jammed it against Sonic's head.
To be continued!