Chapter Three: Exploiting Power
It was noon, but at Robotropolis the smoke and blocked out most of the sunlight from the sun. Even at the peak of daylight, Robotropolis became a dead city devoided of any living beings.
The Hoverunit that carried Robotnik and the Shadowbot pilot landed smoothly in the fourth quadrant, or what Robotnik liked to know it as "unfinished business". The ruination of the old buildings reminded him of the lies and deciet of Princess Sally's father and the Mobian people alltogether. The ruination made him think about what made the Mobians think that he was trustable? They were so gullible to trust someone of a different species that it was almost too easy to begin his diabolical and warlord scheme. If it weren't for a certain blue hedgehog that plagued his plans, his world conquest would have been sooner than he thought. Curse that hedgehog.
The circular door on the side of the hoverunit split into two pieces and opened up. Robotnik hunched out of the hoverunit, and was greeted by two of his Shadowbots. One of them was holding a dusty, white cylinder of metal. It didn't look very important at first, but as always, looks could be decieving. Of course, the Shadowbots could have brought it to him, if it was important.
"I'm wasting time out here with you two, while my masterpiece lays dormat and unfinished!" he put both of his hands out and the Shadowbot gave the tube to him. "Continue construction," Robotnk bellowed. He scanned over tthe off white, dusty cylinder and looked at his Shadowbots. There was a small red button under a glass surface. He looked at his robots with a grim, menacing look, and being semi pleased that there was a usage for the piece of junk, he recieved the cylinder from his subjects. With his possession in hand, he calmly enentered the Hoverunit and signaled it to take off.
There was no room for praising or congradulations. They were his creations that followed and obeyed his commands. Robots who made him come out for a piece of old junk. Sonic and his friends would obey him and fear him once he had them under control. That was all that was needed was control. If it wasn't for those rebelous Freedom Fighters. Attitudes like theirs had to be sustained and controlled, in his world there was no say but allegance to himself and those who defied were rid of.
The hoverunit was smoothly and silently taking off and heading back to his large tower as Robotnik ordered. Robotnik put both hands on the cylinder and placed it in front if his face. Inquizzively, he pressed the button and the thick glass shaft aside by tiny gears hidden within the cylinder. The glass section of the tube opened and Robotnik helped himself to a caseful of trinkets.
It looked like someone didn't have enough time to pack their belongs. The artifacts inside had withstood the test of time, unknown to him, and a bit of fresh air released from the seal. Robotnik rummanged through the tube, but to his dismay all he found was some pictures of a couple of Mobians. In the picture were two male mobians and a female Mobian. They were posing behind the city of the former known Mobotropolis. He scoffed as he looked at it, yet in the picture it caught the sight of the empire formerly known as Mobotropolis. Someone's family or a group of friends, he thought. Oh well, he probably killed them or robotized them back in the past.
Hidden within the letters and small, still functioning working tools there was a dark blue object peeking out of the paper. The jewel was palm size in its horizontal shape and was smooth as glass and the stone had shined so much like glass itself.
"Look what I found," Robotnik said as he held the stone closer to his face.
In a radical change of pace the calm touch of the blue jewel turned into a fiery, explosive rage that penerated through his body. In an alarmed state of panic, Robotnik grunted heavily through his gritted teeth.
The Shadowbot pilot had heard his masters cry and truned to see if he was injured. It was in his program to protect his master from any form of danger to him.
"Keep....driving." Robotnik ordered.
And the Shadowbot did as he was told and turned his head back forward.
His hand felt like it was going to burst into flames. So this is what it was to experence physical pain. He always enjoyed hurting others but when it concerned the likes of homself, it was It was like molten steel was pouring into a gaping wound in his hand, for the extreme heast sensation traveled through his entire.body. What type of power was blooming at his fingertips?! His eyebrows slanted down and he held his hand on his wrist where his his radius and ulna where. Scolding the inanimate object wouldn't do him any good, but why was this happening to him?
The power was overcoming him, he had to let go or the stone would surely melt through the muscle tissue and dissinigrate his bones leaving him with one less arm. In an offbeat thought, he'd think that he'd have to have this arm robitized as well.
Robtonik let his grip off of the jewel and it fell back into the cylinder, but the jewel didn't go through the cylinder and his hoverunit as he thought it would. He caught his breath and looked at his gloved hand. It felt charred and singed like charcoal.
"What extrodenary power..." Robotnik gasped in awe.
It was amazing that he was still alive after all that. Robotnik curled his hand into a fist and opened it repeatedly to try and get the feeling back into it. Once his body and mentality returned back to normal, the hoverunit had reached the back of the main tower were the hanger reside.
The hoverunit touched down on the runway with a gentle bump, and Robotnik was eying his newest peice of treasure.
"How could a Mobian ever run into something like this? No matter. It's mine now and I have the perfect plan for you." He spoke.
The circular door opened again and Robotnik took his cylinder in hand and exited the hoverunit. Quietly, but quickly, Robotnik moved to the hoverunit to an elevator on the other side of the hangar. There was only one thing he had on his mind at the moment, and he had to get to it as soon as possible.
Never had he experience first hand a coursing amount of power in a small stone. There was so much he wanted to discover, to learn about the jewel, but he had other plans on his agenda that needed his attention.
"...With this jewel I can kill two birds with one stone, so to speak," he said figuratively, and chuckled at his joke.
On the far side of the hanger was a tan metalic wall with an elevator built into it. Robotnik pressed the down button and waited for the elevator to arrive. A resonating bell signaled the approached the cabled ride and the doors slid open. Robotnik stepped inside and the doors closed. Two floors later, Robotnik arrived in the Ground floor; underneath all of the structures on top. The doors opened and he was in the "Dark Ocean" segment of the ground floor.
Dark Ocean was done in smooth, new metallic material and structures. It was the newest section currently made to house the Metal Robotnik project, and it definately showed. Circular, white lights hung in the rathairs overlooking his unfinished project. A semi circle bridge folded around the mech. With a remote computer screen attached to the semi circle bridge, it was the one way that he could personnally customize and do detail work on MR. Down below on the bottom floor where various Shadowbots working on the leg ligiments of MR.
"This jewel shall serve as an excellant power source! Once you are completed, nothing will stop us from getting in our way."
There would be some nessacry fixtures to the weapon and flying systems, but the jewel's power would amply supply his creation once he figured everything out. Unfortunately, time wasn't fairly on his side. It wouldn't be too long before the Freedom Fighters would raid him, so he had to be top notch ready. There would be no more putting palns back, his future rided on the success, everything had to lock into place and soon the friuts of his labors would be greatly rewarded.
Robotnik opened the cylinder and poured the contents out on the cold floor. The jewel clattered about amid the working and production sounds of Dark Ocean. Tempted, he picked up the jewel by the hands again, and to his wonderment, there was no heat or pain that followed. Was it broken, or had it released all of its power on him during his first encounter? Time and numerous experiments would only tell if the jewel had enough juice to run MR.
Judgement day is coming, hedgehog.
It was noon, but at Robotropolis the smoke and blocked out most of the sunlight from the sun. Even at the peak of daylight, Robotropolis became a dead city devoided of any living beings.
The Hoverunit that carried Robotnik and the Shadowbot pilot landed smoothly in the fourth quadrant, or what Robotnik liked to know it as "unfinished business". The ruination of the old buildings reminded him of the lies and deciet of Princess Sally's father and the Mobian people alltogether. The ruination made him think about what made the Mobians think that he was trustable? They were so gullible to trust someone of a different species that it was almost too easy to begin his diabolical and warlord scheme. If it weren't for a certain blue hedgehog that plagued his plans, his world conquest would have been sooner than he thought. Curse that hedgehog.
The circular door on the side of the hoverunit split into two pieces and opened up. Robotnik hunched out of the hoverunit, and was greeted by two of his Shadowbots. One of them was holding a dusty, white cylinder of metal. It didn't look very important at first, but as always, looks could be decieving. Of course, the Shadowbots could have brought it to him, if it was important.
"I'm wasting time out here with you two, while my masterpiece lays dormat and unfinished!" he put both of his hands out and the Shadowbot gave the tube to him. "Continue construction," Robotnk bellowed. He scanned over tthe off white, dusty cylinder and looked at his Shadowbots. There was a small red button under a glass surface. He looked at his robots with a grim, menacing look, and being semi pleased that there was a usage for the piece of junk, he recieved the cylinder from his subjects. With his possession in hand, he calmly enentered the Hoverunit and signaled it to take off.
There was no room for praising or congradulations. They were his creations that followed and obeyed his commands. Robots who made him come out for a piece of old junk. Sonic and his friends would obey him and fear him once he had them under control. That was all that was needed was control. If it wasn't for those rebelous Freedom Fighters. Attitudes like theirs had to be sustained and controlled, in his world there was no say but allegance to himself and those who defied were rid of.
The hoverunit was smoothly and silently taking off and heading back to his large tower as Robotnik ordered. Robotnik put both hands on the cylinder and placed it in front if his face. Inquizzively, he pressed the button and the thick glass shaft aside by tiny gears hidden within the cylinder. The glass section of the tube opened and Robotnik helped himself to a caseful of trinkets.
It looked like someone didn't have enough time to pack their belongs. The artifacts inside had withstood the test of time, unknown to him, and a bit of fresh air released from the seal. Robotnik rummanged through the tube, but to his dismay all he found was some pictures of a couple of Mobians. In the picture were two male mobians and a female Mobian. They were posing behind the city of the former known Mobotropolis. He scoffed as he looked at it, yet in the picture it caught the sight of the empire formerly known as Mobotropolis. Someone's family or a group of friends, he thought. Oh well, he probably killed them or robotized them back in the past.
Hidden within the letters and small, still functioning working tools there was a dark blue object peeking out of the paper. The jewel was palm size in its horizontal shape and was smooth as glass and the stone had shined so much like glass itself.
"Look what I found," Robotnik said as he held the stone closer to his face.
In a radical change of pace the calm touch of the blue jewel turned into a fiery, explosive rage that penerated through his body. In an alarmed state of panic, Robotnik grunted heavily through his gritted teeth.
The Shadowbot pilot had heard his masters cry and truned to see if he was injured. It was in his program to protect his master from any form of danger to him.
"Keep....driving." Robotnik ordered.
And the Shadowbot did as he was told and turned his head back forward.
His hand felt like it was going to burst into flames. So this is what it was to experence physical pain. He always enjoyed hurting others but when it concerned the likes of homself, it was It was like molten steel was pouring into a gaping wound in his hand, for the extreme heast sensation traveled through his entire.body. What type of power was blooming at his fingertips?! His eyebrows slanted down and he held his hand on his wrist where his his radius and ulna where. Scolding the inanimate object wouldn't do him any good, but why was this happening to him?
The power was overcoming him, he had to let go or the stone would surely melt through the muscle tissue and dissinigrate his bones leaving him with one less arm. In an offbeat thought, he'd think that he'd have to have this arm robitized as well.
Robtonik let his grip off of the jewel and it fell back into the cylinder, but the jewel didn't go through the cylinder and his hoverunit as he thought it would. He caught his breath and looked at his gloved hand. It felt charred and singed like charcoal.
"What extrodenary power..." Robotnik gasped in awe.
It was amazing that he was still alive after all that. Robotnik curled his hand into a fist and opened it repeatedly to try and get the feeling back into it. Once his body and mentality returned back to normal, the hoverunit had reached the back of the main tower were the hanger reside.
The hoverunit touched down on the runway with a gentle bump, and Robotnik was eying his newest peice of treasure.
"How could a Mobian ever run into something like this? No matter. It's mine now and I have the perfect plan for you." He spoke.
The circular door opened again and Robotnik took his cylinder in hand and exited the hoverunit. Quietly, but quickly, Robotnik moved to the hoverunit to an elevator on the other side of the hangar. There was only one thing he had on his mind at the moment, and he had to get to it as soon as possible.
Never had he experience first hand a coursing amount of power in a small stone. There was so much he wanted to discover, to learn about the jewel, but he had other plans on his agenda that needed his attention.
"...With this jewel I can kill two birds with one stone, so to speak," he said figuratively, and chuckled at his joke.
On the far side of the hanger was a tan metalic wall with an elevator built into it. Robotnik pressed the down button and waited for the elevator to arrive. A resonating bell signaled the approached the cabled ride and the doors slid open. Robotnik stepped inside and the doors closed. Two floors later, Robotnik arrived in the Ground floor; underneath all of the structures on top. The doors opened and he was in the "Dark Ocean" segment of the ground floor.
Dark Ocean was done in smooth, new metallic material and structures. It was the newest section currently made to house the Metal Robotnik project, and it definately showed. Circular, white lights hung in the rathairs overlooking his unfinished project. A semi circle bridge folded around the mech. With a remote computer screen attached to the semi circle bridge, it was the one way that he could personnally customize and do detail work on MR. Down below on the bottom floor where various Shadowbots working on the leg ligiments of MR.
"This jewel shall serve as an excellant power source! Once you are completed, nothing will stop us from getting in our way."
There would be some nessacry fixtures to the weapon and flying systems, but the jewel's power would amply supply his creation once he figured everything out. Unfortunately, time wasn't fairly on his side. It wouldn't be too long before the Freedom Fighters would raid him, so he had to be top notch ready. There would be no more putting palns back, his future rided on the success, everything had to lock into place and soon the friuts of his labors would be greatly rewarded.
Robotnik opened the cylinder and poured the contents out on the cold floor. The jewel clattered about amid the working and production sounds of Dark Ocean. Tempted, he picked up the jewel by the hands again, and to his wonderment, there was no heat or pain that followed. Was it broken, or had it released all of its power on him during his first encounter? Time and numerous experiments would only tell if the jewel had enough juice to run MR.
Judgement day is coming, hedgehog.