Hello my loyal fanbase, I have been on hiatus for some time now. BUT IM BACK! and have refurbished, cleaned up and reposted this story to better fit yalls palette. Enjoy! Also, I don't own anything made by Sega or Bethesda. I do own whatever I have made
The capital waists, a land ravaged by nuclear war and pain. The proverbial bowls of the wrath of God were poured out on any and everyone who dared to stand up to it. The bad thing about it is, I saw this coming...and I could have prevented it. My name is Miles k Prower and I am a survivor of a nuclear holocaust that was a losing move for both sides. So I suppose you are wondering what happened? Who started it? And how a young innocent kit was a survivor of one of mankind's greatest screw-ups. Well, I guess the only appropriate thing to do would be to tell you. That being said, sit back and listen carefully and maybe you can learn from my mistakes... someone needs to. You see, it started when I was still known as one of the heroes of Mobius, life was great... I had the girl of my dreams wrapped tight in my arms, I had the best friends anyone could ask for. Heck, I even had a brother who was closer than blood... key word had.
I was working in my shop when the sirens went off, before I knew it thousands of drop ships penetrated the atmosphere and began to attack seeking dominance over our "peaceful" Mobius. It didn't take long for Sonic to show up trailed by Knuckles, Amy and Shadow, and I had already fired up the blue typhoon's engines and raised the landing gear when they boarded (it has been some time since we had seen some decent action, and we were foaming at the mouths for adventure). I had thought up and created some new defenses including another big gun that shoots spinning balls of people. Anyways, the ships were positioned over the ever popular station square and their flagship was right in the middle. It didn't take much to tear through the battlement they had set up, and when we breached their guardian ships it was just a matter of blasting Sonic and Shadow into the flagship. Once they were in, it was only a simple matter of "having fun" as Sonic calls it and the flagship fell. I personally mopped the floors with the remaining ships which refused to surrender and the others were taken into captivity. All in a day's work. However, upon dropping everyone off and returning to my little piece of paradise, I find that there is a package left on the doorstep of my house, in it were documents from a very top secret order of "eyes" watchers, a group of people who stay in the shadows and 'manipulate' events.
Inside the package were documents which spoke of ordering an attack to influence the world powers to go after a certain region simply because they had more resources that we did. It mentioned something going terribly wrong, a disaster of great effect taking place and not even the "watchful eyes" could do anything about it. Being the skeptical kit that I am, I passed it off as another hoax by the likes of Dr. Robotnik and tossed the files. Mere days later, though, the news reporters went live with a striking report involving another mysterious note detailing an attack not too far off that no world powers will be able to stop.
That's when I decided to get serious... albeit three days too late. I pulled the files, re read every page, jot and title and began to devise a plan to stop it. I am guessing this was the idea of the person who first gave it to me, however in my egotistical logically flawed frame of mind, I played it off as another one of Robotnik's cruel tricks. This was my fatal error, I should have at least followed up and investigated the lead. But that is neither here nor there, tis best not to dwell on the past or the future will be damned.
As I was saying I was in the process of devising a way to stop it when I hear a klaxon erupt all over my workshop. Instantly I suspected the worst and once again wasn't proven wrong when my Computerized assistant Elektra appeared on my com screen informing me that a massive amount of missiles capped with ballistic nuclear warheads had been launched from seventeen of the major cities and had targeted locations of interest such as the presidential palace, GUN headquarters, angel island (why angel island you ask? Because a solar array had been set up to provide emergency power to the grids for just such a time as the country needed it.) Last but not least, station square, the main means of transport via bullet trains, boats, cars and trucks, Any and all transit had to pass through this the mother of all transit stations.
I ran for the tornado, bent on flying out and destroying those missiles and saving the day, however Elektra thwarted my path demise by sealing the blast doors. She had stated that my survival rate should I leave the workshop was below three percent. I cried and screamed and clawed at the doors, I fought to get out but not to save the day, no far from it. I selfishly fought to save my friends. Screw the world, I just wanted my friends down there with me. And Cosmo... I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright... The earth began to shake and I knew what was happening, the shop lights flickered but remained on and Elektra remained vigilant not to let me out even though her emotions spoke otherwise. (after I created her I gave her a way to learn on her own, and with that she developed her own computerized emotions and feelings, nothing extreme, but something to make her seem more... human).
After what felt like an eternity, the noise stopped, the earth stopped moving, and I lay there. My fingertips bleeding from clawing and fighting the doors and my muzzle wet from tears. Humanity is over and there I lie.