Notes: Hello. I know I haven't written in a while. I tried writing this
chapter another way, and I decided I didn't like how it had turned out, so
I discarded that and sort of fell into a slump for a little while. Well, I
finally felt like I could start cranking this out again, so I sat down and
BAM! Here it is! I hope that it is as good as everything I've written so
far, I look forward to your comments on it.
In response to Espina Oscura, the reason everyone has been nodding is simply put that my vocabulary for different looks and such is still rather small. As I write more hopefully more words will present themselves. Secondly, why I and everyone in the story calls Tails "Miles". Honestly, I just wanted to call him Miles due to the fact no-one does. Also I guess my legitimate excuse would be that Tails just finally decided he wanted to be called by his real name, but I honestly don't have any reason besides my own personal preference. Thank you for commenting on that though, I do intend to try and broaden my vocabulary. Until next time, Thanks for reading and I hope you all find your way back to my little story again!
Sincerely, John Kelly
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The two men laughed as they strolled down the walkway towards the elevator in the steel-framed tower. "Yea, so, then the bar tender says to the guy..." Their voices where cut off as the metal doors closed and the large pod started to slowly rise up the steel structure to the docking level. The elegant twilight frame of the space shuttle shone blindingly against the sky as from the shadows, sea-blue eyes stared out from under a large cap. The short cloaked figure cautiously stepped out into the light; all that was visible besides the figure's clothes was a short furry white snout protruding out from underneath the lip of the cap on his head. Nodding, the figure quickly shot off towards where the elevator had been before. Taking a right, the figure rounded the tower until he was on it's right side.
Looking up to the docking level, the white and orange furry fox face of Miles Prower shined in the bright sunlight. Tossing the back of his cloak up, he pushed his two fox tails out from under it and leaned forward before kicking off. Without any thought, his natural instinct kicked in and his two tails quickly began to rotate at an alarming speed, swiftly turning themselves into a makeshift helicopter rotor that drug the fox's small body up into the air.
Grabbing on to a railing, Miles' tails began to decrease speed and he hopped down on to the metal panel floor of the docking level. Forcing his tails to stop, he pulled the cloak back over them and made a dash for the opened door of the shuttle. Swishing inside, he quickly dove down to the cargo level: which he knew was there.
The entire plan had been thought out months ahead of time, but only the night before had it been ready to go. To avoid interference, only Miles and Eggman themselves knew the details of this important mission.
Sighing and tossing off his cap, Miles threw off the cloak around him and un-strapped the backpack he had been carrying. Unzipping it quickly, he pulled out a large flat metal object with four red dome-shaped lights on one side. Smashing the side of the object with the red lights on it against the wall, he hit a button on the other side and the object immediately locked to the wall and un-folded into a chair. Miles nodded and hopped up into it, strapping himself in. "It'd be one heck of a ride if I didn't have this..." he thought to himself. Closing his eyes, he sighed and waited for liftoff.
"What!?" The Blue Hedgehog yelled out at the man clad in red. Eggman simply adjusted his glasses and turned away.
"He had to go alone, it would have been too complicated with more than one person." Eggman said simply.
"But why Miles? We could've sent someone else! He's just a kid!" Sonic argued angrily.
Eggman furrowed his brow. "And you aren't? Listen Sonic, Miles was the one who needed to go because he is the one who knows the most about the layout of the station. He is also the smallest of us, and has the most maneuverability of any of us. He is the only candidate, and he couldn't have six other people trailing him; there would be no way to maintain secrecy with such a group." Eggman stared out through the window of the house and sighed. "Don't think I wouldn't of gone, but Miles is simply more secretive than I am. I would be discovered in seconds. Miles should be able to make it through the entire mission without being seen once."
"Should? SHOULD!?" Sonic Roared. "And what happens if he gets caught!?"
Eggman sighed, "Then... we go and fetch him, then figure out a new plan. Any Questions?" The scientist scowled and strode off to his facility under the house to check on Miles' status.
The last of the crew had already departed, and everything was quiet as Miles stumbled out of the Shuttle's docking hatch, his hand on his stomach and his cheeks puffed slightly. Nauseated from the trip, he hid behind some supply barrels to catch his breath. Although it had not been his first trip to space, that did not mean he enjoyed the ride in the least. Sighing deeply, he looked around the barrels to the area beyond. "Well... I'm here." He thought to himself. Gulping, he made sure his backpack was strapped on tight and that his cloak and cap where holding on before he bolted out of his hiding place and into the depths of the space colony ARK.
In response to Espina Oscura, the reason everyone has been nodding is simply put that my vocabulary for different looks and such is still rather small. As I write more hopefully more words will present themselves. Secondly, why I and everyone in the story calls Tails "Miles". Honestly, I just wanted to call him Miles due to the fact no-one does. Also I guess my legitimate excuse would be that Tails just finally decided he wanted to be called by his real name, but I honestly don't have any reason besides my own personal preference. Thank you for commenting on that though, I do intend to try and broaden my vocabulary. Until next time, Thanks for reading and I hope you all find your way back to my little story again!
Sincerely, John Kelly
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
The two men laughed as they strolled down the walkway towards the elevator in the steel-framed tower. "Yea, so, then the bar tender says to the guy..." Their voices where cut off as the metal doors closed and the large pod started to slowly rise up the steel structure to the docking level. The elegant twilight frame of the space shuttle shone blindingly against the sky as from the shadows, sea-blue eyes stared out from under a large cap. The short cloaked figure cautiously stepped out into the light; all that was visible besides the figure's clothes was a short furry white snout protruding out from underneath the lip of the cap on his head. Nodding, the figure quickly shot off towards where the elevator had been before. Taking a right, the figure rounded the tower until he was on it's right side.
Looking up to the docking level, the white and orange furry fox face of Miles Prower shined in the bright sunlight. Tossing the back of his cloak up, he pushed his two fox tails out from under it and leaned forward before kicking off. Without any thought, his natural instinct kicked in and his two tails quickly began to rotate at an alarming speed, swiftly turning themselves into a makeshift helicopter rotor that drug the fox's small body up into the air.
Grabbing on to a railing, Miles' tails began to decrease speed and he hopped down on to the metal panel floor of the docking level. Forcing his tails to stop, he pulled the cloak back over them and made a dash for the opened door of the shuttle. Swishing inside, he quickly dove down to the cargo level: which he knew was there.
The entire plan had been thought out months ahead of time, but only the night before had it been ready to go. To avoid interference, only Miles and Eggman themselves knew the details of this important mission.
Sighing and tossing off his cap, Miles threw off the cloak around him and un-strapped the backpack he had been carrying. Unzipping it quickly, he pulled out a large flat metal object with four red dome-shaped lights on one side. Smashing the side of the object with the red lights on it against the wall, he hit a button on the other side and the object immediately locked to the wall and un-folded into a chair. Miles nodded and hopped up into it, strapping himself in. "It'd be one heck of a ride if I didn't have this..." he thought to himself. Closing his eyes, he sighed and waited for liftoff.
"What!?" The Blue Hedgehog yelled out at the man clad in red. Eggman simply adjusted his glasses and turned away.
"He had to go alone, it would have been too complicated with more than one person." Eggman said simply.
"But why Miles? We could've sent someone else! He's just a kid!" Sonic argued angrily.
Eggman furrowed his brow. "And you aren't? Listen Sonic, Miles was the one who needed to go because he is the one who knows the most about the layout of the station. He is also the smallest of us, and has the most maneuverability of any of us. He is the only candidate, and he couldn't have six other people trailing him; there would be no way to maintain secrecy with such a group." Eggman stared out through the window of the house and sighed. "Don't think I wouldn't of gone, but Miles is simply more secretive than I am. I would be discovered in seconds. Miles should be able to make it through the entire mission without being seen once."
"Should? SHOULD!?" Sonic Roared. "And what happens if he gets caught!?"
Eggman sighed, "Then... we go and fetch him, then figure out a new plan. Any Questions?" The scientist scowled and strode off to his facility under the house to check on Miles' status.
The last of the crew had already departed, and everything was quiet as Miles stumbled out of the Shuttle's docking hatch, his hand on his stomach and his cheeks puffed slightly. Nauseated from the trip, he hid behind some supply barrels to catch his breath. Although it had not been his first trip to space, that did not mean he enjoyed the ride in the least. Sighing deeply, he looked around the barrels to the area beyond. "Well... I'm here." He thought to himself. Gulping, he made sure his backpack was strapped on tight and that his cloak and cap where holding on before he bolted out of his hiding place and into the depths of the space colony ARK.