...Eh heh heh.
Wow.
Um...
Boy, is _my_ face red.
Heh, looks like you can't expect an update from anybody anymore, can you? There's a really funny story behind that, I actually forgot what I was planning on writing for a little while...but 100 reviews! How can I say 'No' to that?
Um, I don't own Sonic, just Cross, 50% of Crozz, Vox (does anyone even remember him?), Chair No. 2, Packing Crate No. 65, the soul of Bob the Mailman, etc...
Shadow POV (as usual)
ReadySetGo!
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I can't say things have been going that great.
Sure, Sonic and his friends _finally_ managed to get GUN off my case. It turns out the whole organization's recent drive to catch me was just ex-General Vox, who hopefully will manage to leave well enough alone now that he's lost government funding. And after bunking with them for a while, everybody else chipped in and now I have my own place.
Okay, so maybe I've been under-exaggerating a little on how it is nowadays. I just happen to be naturally suspicious whenever things look like they couldn't be better. It's times like that when things screw up the most.
...Although, it's not been _exactly_ 'happy-days-are-here-again-hey!'. It turns out my system was just waiting for me to get more adjusted before it did some final touch-up work on the additions I got from Cross.
How does that Rouge girl handle having fangs, anyway? Well, she is a bat, so I guess they've been there most of her life already. Lucky me, I got to experience 'teething'. For a solid week.
Forget dealing with those nano-probes AND frying alive in the upper atmosphere. I have found a new definition of pain and suffering. Why, why, _why_ did Cross have to have fangs?!
...Okay, so maybe all this peace and quiet is grinding on my nerves more than I think. There haven't been any attempts to capture, kill, experiment, clone, solict, or take revenge on me for the last two months. Before now, I had a goal, at least. Now I'm so wound up that I'd use Chaos Spear on a pin that I hear falling off a table two blocks away.
...I'm sure the family down the street isn't going to miss their table - er, and their back porch/yard - _too_ much...
If this so-called 'vacation' lasts too much longer, I'm going to either blow something important up or go completely crazy. I can already feel the first stirrings of paranoia.
For example: earlier this week, when I was walking down a sidewalk. The people I live near stopped pointing and whispering after the first month or so, but everyone else still seems to find me utterly fascinating. I sometimes get trailed by cars filled with gaping tourists for miles, when I get the urge to walk slowly and let them take all the photographs their camera's can hold.
So, the fact that another car was also following me, right next to the tourist bus, shouldn't have been so odd. Lots of people get tinted windows for their cars. Lots of cars are black.
And how many cars have little holes drilled into them and there are little glass circles exactly like camera lenses inside the holes? Before, I wouldn't have noticed the holes, but my eyes are different now - I wouldn't go so far as to say that they're actually _better_ - and I could see the sunlight reflecting off the whatever-was-in-there.
Of course, they may just be some people doing a 'secret' documentary on us 'Saviors of the Planet' and suchlike. I spotted another car just like that trailing Amy as well. Reality TV is everywhere these days. And I'm not personally bothered by having my life on videotape, not that much anyway.
I just change the channel.
Great, now I'm bored enough to watch Government Public Access. Let's see what the Justice Department is doing today, kiddies!
"And that is why we must pass this bill to pay more farmers to grow less wheat raised with contaminated fertilizer, while increasing our production of organic corn," droned a balding human congressperson.
"Thank you, Senator. Next on the agenda, the final report from the committee on the analysis of whether extra F.B.I. investigation is necessary into the former secret government agency for the protection of our country..."
Yawn. I should go back to that interior design show...
"...Which is publicly known under the code-name of 'G.U.N.'. Senator, you have the floor..."
There are only a few things that can scare me that badly.
One is, "Now let's see what happens if I stick it in the other way!"
I heard that one a surprisingly large number of times while working with Eggman. It's a good thing I can move fast enough to avoid third-degree chemical burns.
However, another thing that that also starts up the alarm bells and red flags in my head is anything about G.U.N. or whatever they've been involved in. I can't help it, not after fifty years.
"...We have determined that the G.U.N. Organization in and over itself is fundamentally sound," said whichever Senator that was talking, "Extra government control would be considered unwise, but as the initial secrecy of G.U.N. is no longer possible, we must consider it."
"And what of the former commander of the G.U.N. Organization," asked someone else, "The one-time General Alfred C. Vox?"
I couldn't help but snicker. Vox's first name is 'Alfred'?
"Clearly, it was highly negligent on our part to allow him to hold that positon in the first place," answered the Senator, "We will hold a full military tribunal for the former General as soon as he is brought into custody."
Okay, those last three words _had_ to have been a mistake. There's no way -
"What do you mean, 'when he is brought into custody', Senator?"
"Unfortunately, Vox has eluded all efforts on our part to apprehend him. We have reason to believe that during his tenure as the head of G.U.N., Vox created an underground network of similar organization to use as he pleased, and has escaped us by use of this network."
I found myself bristling and hissing involuntarily at this unpleasent turn of events. And even as I took a second to force this decidedly reptilian reaction back down, I was fixated on the next words of the Senator.
"Vox originally received the position as the head of G.U.N. due to his delivery of invaluable data and his other work during the First ARK incident, details of which are unfortunately still highly classified. In fact, the former General was one of the leading active members in the Bernoulli Space Station program, of which the Space Colony ARK was the first unit launched."
...What? He was...Vox had been...
"But there should be no serious worries about Vox," the Senator concluded, "It has been determined that the majority of material he allocated himself from the G.U.N. Organization was primarily experimental scientific technology and archive files aged forty years to eighty years."
"Thank you, Senator. Now, next on our agenda for today, a nationwide drug cartel bust that -"
The TV switched itself off as the remote fell right out of my suddenly nerveless hands.
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...Well?
Was that worth the wait?
Time of next chapter update: who knows? *ducks under rock* DON'T KILL ME! *pulls out bucket of water for use on flames*
Wow.
Um...
Boy, is _my_ face red.
Heh, looks like you can't expect an update from anybody anymore, can you? There's a really funny story behind that, I actually forgot what I was planning on writing for a little while...but 100 reviews! How can I say 'No' to that?
Um, I don't own Sonic, just Cross, 50% of Crozz, Vox (does anyone even remember him?), Chair No. 2, Packing Crate No. 65, the soul of Bob the Mailman, etc...
Shadow POV (as usual)
ReadySetGo!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can't say things have been going that great.
Sure, Sonic and his friends _finally_ managed to get GUN off my case. It turns out the whole organization's recent drive to catch me was just ex-General Vox, who hopefully will manage to leave well enough alone now that he's lost government funding. And after bunking with them for a while, everybody else chipped in and now I have my own place.
Okay, so maybe I've been under-exaggerating a little on how it is nowadays. I just happen to be naturally suspicious whenever things look like they couldn't be better. It's times like that when things screw up the most.
...Although, it's not been _exactly_ 'happy-days-are-here-again-hey!'. It turns out my system was just waiting for me to get more adjusted before it did some final touch-up work on the additions I got from Cross.
How does that Rouge girl handle having fangs, anyway? Well, she is a bat, so I guess they've been there most of her life already. Lucky me, I got to experience 'teething'. For a solid week.
Forget dealing with those nano-probes AND frying alive in the upper atmosphere. I have found a new definition of pain and suffering. Why, why, _why_ did Cross have to have fangs?!
...Okay, so maybe all this peace and quiet is grinding on my nerves more than I think. There haven't been any attempts to capture, kill, experiment, clone, solict, or take revenge on me for the last two months. Before now, I had a goal, at least. Now I'm so wound up that I'd use Chaos Spear on a pin that I hear falling off a table two blocks away.
...I'm sure the family down the street isn't going to miss their table - er, and their back porch/yard - _too_ much...
If this so-called 'vacation' lasts too much longer, I'm going to either blow something important up or go completely crazy. I can already feel the first stirrings of paranoia.
For example: earlier this week, when I was walking down a sidewalk. The people I live near stopped pointing and whispering after the first month or so, but everyone else still seems to find me utterly fascinating. I sometimes get trailed by cars filled with gaping tourists for miles, when I get the urge to walk slowly and let them take all the photographs their camera's can hold.
So, the fact that another car was also following me, right next to the tourist bus, shouldn't have been so odd. Lots of people get tinted windows for their cars. Lots of cars are black.
And how many cars have little holes drilled into them and there are little glass circles exactly like camera lenses inside the holes? Before, I wouldn't have noticed the holes, but my eyes are different now - I wouldn't go so far as to say that they're actually _better_ - and I could see the sunlight reflecting off the whatever-was-in-there.
Of course, they may just be some people doing a 'secret' documentary on us 'Saviors of the Planet' and suchlike. I spotted another car just like that trailing Amy as well. Reality TV is everywhere these days. And I'm not personally bothered by having my life on videotape, not that much anyway.
I just change the channel.
Great, now I'm bored enough to watch Government Public Access. Let's see what the Justice Department is doing today, kiddies!
"And that is why we must pass this bill to pay more farmers to grow less wheat raised with contaminated fertilizer, while increasing our production of organic corn," droned a balding human congressperson.
"Thank you, Senator. Next on the agenda, the final report from the committee on the analysis of whether extra F.B.I. investigation is necessary into the former secret government agency for the protection of our country..."
Yawn. I should go back to that interior design show...
"...Which is publicly known under the code-name of 'G.U.N.'. Senator, you have the floor..."
There are only a few things that can scare me that badly.
One is, "Now let's see what happens if I stick it in the other way!"
I heard that one a surprisingly large number of times while working with Eggman. It's a good thing I can move fast enough to avoid third-degree chemical burns.
However, another thing that that also starts up the alarm bells and red flags in my head is anything about G.U.N. or whatever they've been involved in. I can't help it, not after fifty years.
"...We have determined that the G.U.N. Organization in and over itself is fundamentally sound," said whichever Senator that was talking, "Extra government control would be considered unwise, but as the initial secrecy of G.U.N. is no longer possible, we must consider it."
"And what of the former commander of the G.U.N. Organization," asked someone else, "The one-time General Alfred C. Vox?"
I couldn't help but snicker. Vox's first name is 'Alfred'?
"Clearly, it was highly negligent on our part to allow him to hold that positon in the first place," answered the Senator, "We will hold a full military tribunal for the former General as soon as he is brought into custody."
Okay, those last three words _had_ to have been a mistake. There's no way -
"What do you mean, 'when he is brought into custody', Senator?"
"Unfortunately, Vox has eluded all efforts on our part to apprehend him. We have reason to believe that during his tenure as the head of G.U.N., Vox created an underground network of similar organization to use as he pleased, and has escaped us by use of this network."
I found myself bristling and hissing involuntarily at this unpleasent turn of events. And even as I took a second to force this decidedly reptilian reaction back down, I was fixated on the next words of the Senator.
"Vox originally received the position as the head of G.U.N. due to his delivery of invaluable data and his other work during the First ARK incident, details of which are unfortunately still highly classified. In fact, the former General was one of the leading active members in the Bernoulli Space Station program, of which the Space Colony ARK was the first unit launched."
...What? He was...Vox had been...
"But there should be no serious worries about Vox," the Senator concluded, "It has been determined that the majority of material he allocated himself from the G.U.N. Organization was primarily experimental scientific technology and archive files aged forty years to eighty years."
"Thank you, Senator. Now, next on our agenda for today, a nationwide drug cartel bust that -"
The TV switched itself off as the remote fell right out of my suddenly nerveless hands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...Well?
Was that worth the wait?
Time of next chapter update: who knows? *ducks under rock* DON'T KILL ME! *pulls out bucket of water for use on flames*