The Warrior of Black Chaos
By: Jon 'Volc' Pereira
Chapter 5: Leaving the Backdoor Open
So once again we had returned to the GUN naval base. Now, instead of meeting commanders and generals, we found a lowly grunt. This young troop effortlessly toiled on a mech bay door. It had been in disrepair from the attack by Dr. Robotnik during the freeing of Shadow. The armor on either side had been stripped from explosions, and the electrical errors made the door very easy to open.
The soldier turned around, only to be greeted by a younger troop. He was just a kid compared to the others, looking to be in his early 20s. He was young and arrogant. He was too young to participate in the combat training, so he was placed into maintenance. He was really stubborn, and liked to cut corners.
"It's time for you're shift, kid." The first guard says, tossing a wrench to younger. "Don't forget to--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know what to do." The young guard interrupted with a sneering attitude. "Now get out of here and let me work!" He stomped his foot and started to tighten a bolt on the armor plating. The older guard grunted and set down the remainder of the tools and walked away. Grumbling, the boy got to work.
It wasn't long before he fell victim to boredom. He looked around until he spotted the exit. The troop sighed and looked at the clock, it was nowhere near the end of his shift. The boy glanced over to the control panel, which he was repairing. He smiled to himself and slowly started to walk away.
"Yeah, it's 'fixed' alright!"
Meanwhile, General Vince and the commander had walked into the conference hall. They sat down at a long table and discussed more on the project. Crimson and a green hedgehog soon enter the room. Like Crimson, the hedgehog was wearing the GUN standard uniform. He had wire-framed glasses and had many additional blueprints.
After some time, three humans had entered the room. The three furries stared confusedly at them. It was not because of their different species, but because they were wearing the modern version of their uniforms.
"What the hell is this, commander?" Vince yells.
"General Vince, have you ever wondered why we never updated your uniform?" the commander chuckled. "It's because we retired you!"
"What do you mean you retired me? I was never told of this!"
"You are too old, Vince. We needed a younger general before a new war started. You might…have a heart attack, or something." The commander grinned, finding it amusing.
"And what about us?" Crimson replied. "We are still in our prime, why get rid of us?"
"Simple, we don't like your kind! Animals don't belong in our army! We just needed your mind to build our mech."
"You mean my mech!" The hedgehog grunted. "I made every last blueprint and design on that thing! You can't take it!"
Suddenly, the hedgehog, Vince, and Crimson were grabbed by some troops.
"Agent Hunter," The commander sighs. "I was planning on keeping you here, but if you feel that The Fist of The Ape belongs to you, then I fear I'll have to retire you too." He pointed to the door. "Get them out of here!"
The guards then hauled the three furries out of the building and tossed them into the ocean.
"Damn animals," one of the arresting troops sighed. "Stay away from our base!"
Vince stood himself up and brushed himself off. He sighed and headed over to a nearby motorboat.
"I bet they won't mind if we take one last piece of machinery." Vince smiled grimly and got into the boat. Crimson and Hunter followed suit.
"So where are we going?" Hunter asked.
"We're going to go to a quiet place for a while." Vince replied. "The calm land of Higara."
