Last time on Weresheep X, Sonic, Tails, and Big infiltrated a giant meteor/base that was on a collision course with Ravnica. In order to save it, Big is to carry a large bomb to the center of the meteor, Tails would arm it, and Sonic would kick the bad guys' asses. Also...Come on, you can figure this out. Answer to this is at the end. READ THIS EPISODE FIRST!
The room was blackened. A bomb had detonated only minutes before. A guy was laying on the floor. And from the perspective of the blast, I'd say this guy lit the bomb.
"Ohhh...that...I'm not going to do THAT again...". The man got up from the floor, dusted himself off, then continued to type in this fan fic. Yeah, it's me. I said, "And that's how I destroyed the script format."
Now, on to business. Sonic and his cadre' were running through the halls of the meteor base, when Sonic slowed down to a stop. He started to feel his body around, as if looking for something.
"Something is different here...," he said. Tails stopped next to him and asked, "Sonic, why did you stop? We have a job to do!"
"I just don't feel the same...I feel sorta...different. I felt normal in the last episode, though."
"Hmm...you're right," Tails replied, stroking his chin.
The cat with the bomb stopped likewise and said, "Duuhhh...I feel kinda funny...". "I've got it!" exclaimed Tails. Sonic turned to him, startled by the exclamation. "What? You have?"
Tails pointed towards this fic and said, "We're not in script format anymore!". "No foolin'?" replied Sonic, "Wow, it's like a whole new adventure for us!" The hedgehog got in his usual "ready, steady to run" position, his foot running in place, while the other stayed put. Sonic began with "Ready...", Tails got in the position (but both of his feet stayed put and said, "Steady...", while Big, nearly completely dulled by this, unwittingly said, "Duhh, Go!" And with that, Tails and Sonic dashed off.
"Wait for me!" said Big as he hurried after them.
They ran past hallway after hallway of the unusual base. Lights were everywhere, so footing wasn't a problem. If everything were chromed like this, life would be bleaker then anything, thought Sonic. Aliens were everywhere, as well. But with Big's shield/bomb, the bullets were no problem. Big even used it as a bowling ball at one point. :).
Impatient, Sonic asked, "Are we there yet?" "Not yet. We're more then halfway there," was the fox's only reply. Running so slowly...if only he had the Chaos Emeralds, Sonic could have blasted the entire meteor in seven seconds rather then seven minutes. Just then, a familiar but awful scent traveled into Sonic's nose.
"Augh, what is that smell? And why is it so familiar?" said Sonic.
Real original, Captain Obvious. Big sniffed the air a little, his cat nose a little more sharp then Sonic's, and said, "Duuhh, I don't remember that." "Sonic, are you sure we've smelled this before?" Tails asked. Sonic made a serious face as he turned to look ahead of him again.
"I have, at least. Me...and Blaze," Sonic said quietly, almost too quite for anyone to hear.
At the Dragoon...
And there I was; sitting in that "Captain's Chair" of mine, waiting for Sonic to give us the signal. What signal, you ask? The one where he gets the hell out of there, what do ya think? "..." was the only thing I could manage at the moment; silence.
That ended seconds after it started, as Selena had fought her way into the bridge, to where I was. Knowing what was coming, I turned around in the chair as soon as the door opened. "Ok, before you slap-jack me with the back side of your hand, let me explain here," I said, trying to get ahead of her. Well, simply put, that didn't work. I got a face full of high-heel shoe in my face. Whack!
"Hey! Ow!" I yelped, "You just threw that shoe at me! Honestly, I know guys who throw shoes, but girls, women especially, shouldn't throw high heels! Really now, that hurt!" Selena grabbed me by the haunches of my blue Star Trek-like uniform and stared at me with angry eyes and said, or rather yelled, "You! Do you realize what kind of danger my cousin is in right now?" Before I could even think what to say, she continued with, "He's only 8 years old! And I would like to be there when he turns 9! So why the f would you send him off without so much as a thought about his safety!" She seemed to calm down a bit after that last line, as she let go of the threads.
I uncrumpled the wrinkles she had inflicted on my uniform. Like Tails, she was a kind individual. However, she was unaware that her little cousin had done this at least a dozen times. Back then (when he was somewhere around 5), he was almost always left behind, because he was "Too young". Well, 8 isn't as young as you think. Well, ok, maybe it is, but 8 was the right age.
"He'll be alright, I promise!"
"You can't 'promise' anything if you're right here!"
"He doesn't pick missions he can't accomplish!"
"What do you mean?"
"He's smart enough, AND mature enough to do this on his own!"
"But he's not on his own!"
"Exactly!"
Selena calmed down by an estimated 55. She stopped grinding her teeth, but her glare still remained. Knowing that the only thing more dangerous then a mad Wookie was a pissed-off woman. And she was still wearing next to nothing ("the slut suit" as I like to call it), which showed off that she was in pretty good shape. 5 ft., 9 in., that's taller then you think. I guess living in the pleasure service of a terrifying demon really demands that sort of thing. Wait, I thought...Why not take this inspection of her person into consideration? "Ok, are we all calmed down now?" I asked, using my hands in a calm-down motion for emphasis. Luckily, Selena nodded slightly.
"Good, then let's try to take your mind off of things by getting something new to wear, eh?" I pointed out, literally pointing by the way.
"Wh-wha!" She blushed a little.
"Yeah, ya know. Walking around with some new clothes on."
'Well...I guess at least he's not a pervert. He's kinda nice, too.' Selena thought, then looked down at herself. How long had she had that get-up? Same old revealing bikini, only each year she had to wear a slightly bigger one. Tails was right; she no longer had to put up with her old life. Now, she is truly free. 'But what is there around this place?' As if I had the power to read minds (and I wish I did have that power), I said "Well, I might have something for you in the locker rooms. Sorry I don't have a haberdashery on this ship. That would only make a mess if this ship went into combat. Let's get someone to show you around..."
I began to think. Who will show this girl where the locker room is? Someone... I looked at Sharp-Tail, who was in what I can only assume to be in meditation. ...Familiar... I had my answer. Waltzing over casually next to the Kitsune-Bito, I didn't realize that he knew what I was going to say. Sharp-Tail opened one eye and said, "Need someone to show her around?" "Gah! Uh, yeah," I replied, "To the locker room, really. Selena needs something new to wear." Sharp-Tail sighed, though I'm not sure if it was just a normal sigh, or one out of annoyance, and got up,saying, "Alright. I guess it won't hurt."
"Great!"
I hustled Selena and Sharp-Tail out of the door and said, "Now I have important monitoring duties to keep an eye on and I can't go with you, but I know you can handle things on your own. Goodluck!" The futuristic door closed and the two foxes were right next to each other. They both traded looks.
Sharp-Tail murmured, "I try not to ask."
Back at the meteor base...
"We're here!" Tails exclaimed. Indeed, they were there. A massive computer with several large monitors was at the other end of the massive and semi lit room. The entire floor was suspended on a catwalk, save for the computer. As Sonic and the others walked in amazement down the catwalk, they realized that it split off in two directions, only to meet again and lead to the computer, making a large hole. Looking down the hole, Sonic whistled. "That's some view!" he commented, "Wonder what's down there..."
"Oh, you'll see what's down there soon enough!" came a booming voice. They looked at where the voice came from. "What?" they all said. The voice sounded metallic, sorta like Dark Oak's, but it was a little deeper to be Dark Oak. The dark figure also constantly made a breathing noise, which made Sonic think for a second (only for a SECOND) that it may have been Darth Vader. "Duhh, who are you?" questioned Big.
If the figure had a mouth, he would have definently been grinning evilly.
"I am Sturm."
END OF EPISODE 19 (my lucky number!)
And the answer is...I changed to normal format. :)
Ok...I changed this format to keep this fic on this site, so let me just say that I'll need a few reviews to keep me on track. Ya know, keep the motivation going, some tips on styles, good stuff. Flames are not neccessary, but you can leave them. Just don't say "This sucked," or anything like that. Honest, good reviews that point out where I went wrong. See ya next time! I'm already on the next one, so keep your eye out.
