Chapter One: The Darkest Hour Begins First
It was a dark and stormy night. The sky was a dismal patch of pitch back sky that poured rain on the vast, rocky wasteland. Wind hollered and breezed through old trees scattered on the plains, and lightning struck rampantly in the skies. The area was extinct of life, except for one blue creature. Sonic the Hedgehog ran like a bolt of lightning, desperately trying to find his love, Sally Acorn. He yelled her name but it was no use. The drizzle turned into pouring rain, and it made looking for Sally tougher than before. Sonic covered his eyes while running through the weathered mess, trying to find her.
"Sonic!" He heard.
It was faint, but somehow he could hear it. Amidst the pounding rain and whistling wind, he could hear her voice. Sonic ran with all his speed; pounding his feet on the wet and slippery ground. It was luck that he didn't lose traction and crash and burned to the ground. He looked ahead and saw something looking like it was trying to get his attention.
He kicked his speed up a notch and was blazing trails trying to get to her. Sonic got closer and closer and could even see her mahogany hair slicking down on her face. Suddenly, something out of the sky ran into Sonic with the force of a battering ram and knocked him off of his feet. Sonic slid on the ground and thought that lightning stuck him. He touched his body and found that he wasn't burnt to a crisp, thank heavens. He looked up and saw gloved fist grabbing his foot. Sonic tried to wriggle free, but the hand tightened his grip and slammed Sonic into the wet ground face first. The dust and rain cleared enough for Sally to see Sonic pummeled into the earth. She gasped in horror and ran over to him. Sally ran over to Sonic, in spite of all that she saw and moruned for him as tears ran down her face in agony. She ran to Sonic, who only had the strength to crawl and look up at Sally's tearful face. Sally cried, and clasped Sonic's mortally wounded body in her hands. As if the carnage was over, the hand came out of the stormy clouds like an omnipotent being and clasped Sally. The hand quickly tighten its grip and Sally screamed as the air escaped her lungs, and the pain became excutrating to her body. The hand lifted her up in the air and she had to shake her hair off of the front of her face in order to see well. She looked at the arm extending into the clouds and saw the face of her moral enemy, Robotnik form in the clouds grinning with tall rows of teeth to match. An electrical current came from the sky around the arm and coursed through the arm into the hand...screams toiled into the night...victory was finally his. Sonic and Sally were finally out of his way, and the world was his to control!
He began to have more dreams when he created the resting tubes that allowed him to sleep vertically. Of course, these pleasurable dreams chiefly were about Sonic and his cohorts one way or another. What did dreaming had to do with world conquest and robotization? Not much, he thought. Of course, he'd have to be alert at all times, the small hours of sleep helped him through the long days of planning, scheming and torturing any captive Mobians he still had. Time was always of the essence. Sonic and his Freedom Fighters could attack at any given time of day, so EVERYTHING had to be up to spec at all times.
A Shadowbot entered in the room and pulled a switch on the wall. The tube slid upward and Robotnik's massive body touched the platform. At the same time a jade green gas escaped at the top of the resting tube as well. Robotnik stretched his arms and legs and walked into the main deck, a room that was connected to his resting chambers.
The main control room allowed Robotnik to do many various tasks. It allowed him to gather and store computer data, spy on any intruding Mobians, or bark out commands to his robots whenever necessary. The structure of the room was shaped like a vertical oval and was full of flashing lights, switchboards screens, panels and machinery. The walls were of dark metal and also had pipes running around the walls were full of electricital wiring. Although it was early on the morning, all of his machinery was still on, active and running. Low, humming noises came from within the walls and light from the monitors lighted the low-lit room. Robotnik's chair was even centered in the center of the room, and made it for extreme comfort ness while he did his business. A door whipped open and Robotnik walked into main room and sat in his rotating chair. He looked in the ready monitors and saw the sky in dark blues and blacks. The rain was coming down calmly and as he panned his numerous monitors, everything was on the green level.
"How comes the renovation of the fourth quadrant? Has there been enough Shadowbots to do the job?" Robotnik asked a Shadowbot in the room.
[Due to overnight productivity, there are enough Shadowbots to wage war against the Mobians. Yet the construction of the back up generator has been halted due to the extreme ruination of Mobotropolis in the section.]
"Well, are you doing something about it or not?" Robotnik asked, expecting a straight answer.
[Shadowbots are already at work clearing away the old Mobotropolis, to site the generator. If it pleases you, an artifact has been unearthed in the fourth quadrant.]
"Really? Then I'll go take a look at this artifact later. For now, I want a status report on all our resources." Robotnik ordered.
The Shadowbot nodded, and clanked its way over to the metal door, where it swished opened and closed.
The steady number of Shadowbots was on schedule to reach his quota, but his battle armor was taking longer than expected. Robotnik wanted the best for himself and his dark chariot would prove fitting once he destroyed Knothole and the entire forest around it. Plus, making so many Shadowbots required metal and because of that, several projects for buildings had to been delayed, cancelled or destroyed for scrap. It was all for the better though, and soon enough, as long as the Freedom Fighters don't stumble upon his plan, than world conquest will be within his grasp.
The thought of a blitzkrieg style attack was his best idea yet. With his Shadowbot army eradicating the entire forest, the Freedom Fighters and the Mobians will have no haven to stay, and from there it becomes easy pickings upon the pleasure of onslaught without mercy, or to capture them and turn them into his robotic slaves. No doubt that Sonic the Hedgehog be captured and made into his personnel robotic assistant. His worst enemy would be more than a mere metallic shadow, and his friends will be slained by his very own hands.
Robotnik hated the Mobians for all the trouble and nuisance they were, but now it was all or nothing. It was time that he laid all of his cards on the table. His machines of mass destruction would be put to the test against the Mobians and the Freedom Fighters. Of course, if something had to go wrong in all of this, he needed a back-up plan in case of his early demise. His back-up plan rested solely in the heart of his tower, levels well below the surface. Hopefully, it wouldn't have to come to that, but just in case...
"Soon, everything will come together, and once my army of Shadowbots and my masterpiece are finished completion, there will be NO ONE to stop me!" Robotnik bellowed.
Robotnik pressed a button on the metallic armrest on his chair.
"Bring a hover unit to the main tower." Robotnik ordered a Shaodwbot.
He wasn't too busy, and the situation of the Metal Robotnik didn't need to center all of his attention with his Shadowbots finishing it, so he decided to check on this artifact that his shadowbots recovered and wondered if it could be of any use to him.
It was a dark and stormy night. The sky was a dismal patch of pitch back sky that poured rain on the vast, rocky wasteland. Wind hollered and breezed through old trees scattered on the plains, and lightning struck rampantly in the skies. The area was extinct of life, except for one blue creature. Sonic the Hedgehog ran like a bolt of lightning, desperately trying to find his love, Sally Acorn. He yelled her name but it was no use. The drizzle turned into pouring rain, and it made looking for Sally tougher than before. Sonic covered his eyes while running through the weathered mess, trying to find her.
"Sonic!" He heard.
It was faint, but somehow he could hear it. Amidst the pounding rain and whistling wind, he could hear her voice. Sonic ran with all his speed; pounding his feet on the wet and slippery ground. It was luck that he didn't lose traction and crash and burned to the ground. He looked ahead and saw something looking like it was trying to get his attention.
He kicked his speed up a notch and was blazing trails trying to get to her. Sonic got closer and closer and could even see her mahogany hair slicking down on her face. Suddenly, something out of the sky ran into Sonic with the force of a battering ram and knocked him off of his feet. Sonic slid on the ground and thought that lightning stuck him. He touched his body and found that he wasn't burnt to a crisp, thank heavens. He looked up and saw gloved fist grabbing his foot. Sonic tried to wriggle free, but the hand tightened his grip and slammed Sonic into the wet ground face first. The dust and rain cleared enough for Sally to see Sonic pummeled into the earth. She gasped in horror and ran over to him. Sally ran over to Sonic, in spite of all that she saw and moruned for him as tears ran down her face in agony. She ran to Sonic, who only had the strength to crawl and look up at Sally's tearful face. Sally cried, and clasped Sonic's mortally wounded body in her hands. As if the carnage was over, the hand came out of the stormy clouds like an omnipotent being and clasped Sally. The hand quickly tighten its grip and Sally screamed as the air escaped her lungs, and the pain became excutrating to her body. The hand lifted her up in the air and she had to shake her hair off of the front of her face in order to see well. She looked at the arm extending into the clouds and saw the face of her moral enemy, Robotnik form in the clouds grinning with tall rows of teeth to match. An electrical current came from the sky around the arm and coursed through the arm into the hand...screams toiled into the night...victory was finally his. Sonic and Sally were finally out of his way, and the world was his to control!
He began to have more dreams when he created the resting tubes that allowed him to sleep vertically. Of course, these pleasurable dreams chiefly were about Sonic and his cohorts one way or another. What did dreaming had to do with world conquest and robotization? Not much, he thought. Of course, he'd have to be alert at all times, the small hours of sleep helped him through the long days of planning, scheming and torturing any captive Mobians he still had. Time was always of the essence. Sonic and his Freedom Fighters could attack at any given time of day, so EVERYTHING had to be up to spec at all times.
A Shadowbot entered in the room and pulled a switch on the wall. The tube slid upward and Robotnik's massive body touched the platform. At the same time a jade green gas escaped at the top of the resting tube as well. Robotnik stretched his arms and legs and walked into the main deck, a room that was connected to his resting chambers.
The main control room allowed Robotnik to do many various tasks. It allowed him to gather and store computer data, spy on any intruding Mobians, or bark out commands to his robots whenever necessary. The structure of the room was shaped like a vertical oval and was full of flashing lights, switchboards screens, panels and machinery. The walls were of dark metal and also had pipes running around the walls were full of electricital wiring. Although it was early on the morning, all of his machinery was still on, active and running. Low, humming noises came from within the walls and light from the monitors lighted the low-lit room. Robotnik's chair was even centered in the center of the room, and made it for extreme comfort ness while he did his business. A door whipped open and Robotnik walked into main room and sat in his rotating chair. He looked in the ready monitors and saw the sky in dark blues and blacks. The rain was coming down calmly and as he panned his numerous monitors, everything was on the green level.
"How comes the renovation of the fourth quadrant? Has there been enough Shadowbots to do the job?" Robotnik asked a Shadowbot in the room.
[Due to overnight productivity, there are enough Shadowbots to wage war against the Mobians. Yet the construction of the back up generator has been halted due to the extreme ruination of Mobotropolis in the section.]
"Well, are you doing something about it or not?" Robotnik asked, expecting a straight answer.
[Shadowbots are already at work clearing away the old Mobotropolis, to site the generator. If it pleases you, an artifact has been unearthed in the fourth quadrant.]
"Really? Then I'll go take a look at this artifact later. For now, I want a status report on all our resources." Robotnik ordered.
The Shadowbot nodded, and clanked its way over to the metal door, where it swished opened and closed.
The steady number of Shadowbots was on schedule to reach his quota, but his battle armor was taking longer than expected. Robotnik wanted the best for himself and his dark chariot would prove fitting once he destroyed Knothole and the entire forest around it. Plus, making so many Shadowbots required metal and because of that, several projects for buildings had to been delayed, cancelled or destroyed for scrap. It was all for the better though, and soon enough, as long as the Freedom Fighters don't stumble upon his plan, than world conquest will be within his grasp.
The thought of a blitzkrieg style attack was his best idea yet. With his Shadowbot army eradicating the entire forest, the Freedom Fighters and the Mobians will have no haven to stay, and from there it becomes easy pickings upon the pleasure of onslaught without mercy, or to capture them and turn them into his robotic slaves. No doubt that Sonic the Hedgehog be captured and made into his personnel robotic assistant. His worst enemy would be more than a mere metallic shadow, and his friends will be slained by his very own hands.
Robotnik hated the Mobians for all the trouble and nuisance they were, but now it was all or nothing. It was time that he laid all of his cards on the table. His machines of mass destruction would be put to the test against the Mobians and the Freedom Fighters. Of course, if something had to go wrong in all of this, he needed a back-up plan in case of his early demise. His back-up plan rested solely in the heart of his tower, levels well below the surface. Hopefully, it wouldn't have to come to that, but just in case...
"Soon, everything will come together, and once my army of Shadowbots and my masterpiece are finished completion, there will be NO ONE to stop me!" Robotnik bellowed.
Robotnik pressed a button on the metallic armrest on his chair.
"Bring a hover unit to the main tower." Robotnik ordered a Shaodwbot.
He wasn't too busy, and the situation of the Metal Robotnik didn't need to center all of his attention with his Shadowbots finishing it, so he decided to check on this artifact that his shadowbots recovered and wondered if it could be of any use to him.