Chapter 11
As Tails landed in Downunda, he was still puzzling over the large, concealed object out on the ocean. What could it be? He let out the landing gear and landed on a long strip. Antoine entered the cockpit once again to talk to Tails before they got out.
"Ah, I vood advise you to, eh, not talk about zee large object in zee ocean, no?"
"You're right. I think that Sally or King Acorn should be the first to know." Tails said. Antoine looked satisfied. As they walked down the ladder from the Turbo Prop, they saw the Downunda Freedom Fighters standing there, smiling at them.
"Welcome back, Tails!" Walt said, giving him a high five.
"Hey Tails!" Barby said, amidst sniggers from Walt and Bill. Tails raised an eyebrow at Barby, but she gave him a look that said "don't mind them...they're idiots." Guru Emu gave him basically the same look. Suddenly Tails noticed the odd looking cat beside Walt.
"Well, hello, my name's Tails!"
"Hmm….aptly named, eh?" Meowth said. Tails nearly screamed.
"Yeah, yeah, I can talk, what's it to ya?" Meowth said, grumbling. Tails shook his head and beckoned everyone into the Turbo Prop. As he took off, he made a few mental notes. One, to fly higher than around 200 meters. Two, not to cross Meowth, he looked like a nasty one. Three…stop making mental notes.
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"Tsk, Tsk, Charles. How…disappointing…" said a cold voice from somewhere in the darkness. Charles turned on his infared filtered eyes. A large man was standing in front of him, his hands on his nonexistent hips. Charles knew who this was. He had spent most of his life under this man, or robot's, command, and he'd know that eerily calm yet torturous voice anywhere.
"And to think I used my best, most advanced technology on you to keep you my robotic slave. Too bad the Brain Burn-Thru didn't work….it would have saved you a lot of misery. The misery of revealing everything you know about your friends, family, and society to your worst enemy, and having nothing you can do about it…" At this point, Robotnik, for that's who it was, let out a poisonous, evil laugh. Charles was completely distraught, but he held his ground.
"I will not let you brainwash me again, you monster!" he shouted. Robotnik just smiled at him.
"Don't think it will be that simple, you miserable little twit! I know that your will is too strong to be forced to divulge the information, so I have devised a much better and much more efficient way. I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until I get to your memory core, and then I'm going to read it manually, tossing the rest of your limp, lifeless robot body down into my scrap metal factory, where you will be melted down to your base element form." Robotnik said all of this calmly, almost lazily, as he smiled an evil, horrible smile. Charles was truly scared now, and the worst thing was that Robotnik could sense it. "Of course, I'll have to take time off of my busy schedule to do it…it's not even important now…no…after I activate it, nothing on this planet will be safe…but I feel obligated to at least WARN those furballs before they are completely enslaved, and to do that I'll need your memory core." Robotnik mumbled, as if to himself.
"You'll never get away with it, Robotnik. They'll figure it out, just as I have. That machine will never work anyhow." A vein in Robotnik's face twitched as he stared at Charles.
"You know about my machine? No matter. You won't be active much longer…Shadow bots, take him to cellblock 5. I don't want him in my sight."
As Tails landed in Downunda, he was still puzzling over the large, concealed object out on the ocean. What could it be? He let out the landing gear and landed on a long strip. Antoine entered the cockpit once again to talk to Tails before they got out.
"Ah, I vood advise you to, eh, not talk about zee large object in zee ocean, no?"
"You're right. I think that Sally or King Acorn should be the first to know." Tails said. Antoine looked satisfied. As they walked down the ladder from the Turbo Prop, they saw the Downunda Freedom Fighters standing there, smiling at them.
"Welcome back, Tails!" Walt said, giving him a high five.
"Hey Tails!" Barby said, amidst sniggers from Walt and Bill. Tails raised an eyebrow at Barby, but she gave him a look that said "don't mind them...they're idiots." Guru Emu gave him basically the same look. Suddenly Tails noticed the odd looking cat beside Walt.
"Well, hello, my name's Tails!"
"Hmm….aptly named, eh?" Meowth said. Tails nearly screamed.
"Yeah, yeah, I can talk, what's it to ya?" Meowth said, grumbling. Tails shook his head and beckoned everyone into the Turbo Prop. As he took off, he made a few mental notes. One, to fly higher than around 200 meters. Two, not to cross Meowth, he looked like a nasty one. Three…stop making mental notes.
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"Tsk, Tsk, Charles. How…disappointing…" said a cold voice from somewhere in the darkness. Charles turned on his infared filtered eyes. A large man was standing in front of him, his hands on his nonexistent hips. Charles knew who this was. He had spent most of his life under this man, or robot's, command, and he'd know that eerily calm yet torturous voice anywhere.
"And to think I used my best, most advanced technology on you to keep you my robotic slave. Too bad the Brain Burn-Thru didn't work….it would have saved you a lot of misery. The misery of revealing everything you know about your friends, family, and society to your worst enemy, and having nothing you can do about it…" At this point, Robotnik, for that's who it was, let out a poisonous, evil laugh. Charles was completely distraught, but he held his ground.
"I will not let you brainwash me again, you monster!" he shouted. Robotnik just smiled at him.
"Don't think it will be that simple, you miserable little twit! I know that your will is too strong to be forced to divulge the information, so I have devised a much better and much more efficient way. I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until I get to your memory core, and then I'm going to read it manually, tossing the rest of your limp, lifeless robot body down into my scrap metal factory, where you will be melted down to your base element form." Robotnik said all of this calmly, almost lazily, as he smiled an evil, horrible smile. Charles was truly scared now, and the worst thing was that Robotnik could sense it. "Of course, I'll have to take time off of my busy schedule to do it…it's not even important now…no…after I activate it, nothing on this planet will be safe…but I feel obligated to at least WARN those furballs before they are completely enslaved, and to do that I'll need your memory core." Robotnik mumbled, as if to himself.
"You'll never get away with it, Robotnik. They'll figure it out, just as I have. That machine will never work anyhow." A vein in Robotnik's face twitched as he stared at Charles.
"You know about my machine? No matter. You won't be active much longer…Shadow bots, take him to cellblock 5. I don't want him in my sight."