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Nine months, it has been nine peaceful and glorious months since the last failed attack by the Union of Order. I must say that it has been sweet, and well-earned, the people of my peaceful utopia have waxed strong in their ability to survive. And the once battered and beaten populace known as "waste landers" are once again living in civilized environments, clean water, clean air, and fresh crops. Hm hm, soon it will spread to other regions and the world will see that humanity can trul_
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Crosses…. They put my scouts on crosses… Of all the things they could have done to send me a message, they nailed a human being to a cross. I miss Robotnik, I really do, and I mean at least he was civil in his actions and not malevolent and cold-blooded… Well, message received. The UO wants a war. They demand that I stand down and join in the annexation of Mobius… I will not. I cannot. Not after everything that I've done, that WE'VE done, not after rebuilding these people's lives and giving them peace. No. I will not have it, I will take this fight to their doorstep and even the very gates of hell itself will not hold me back. I have issued the order for Helios to be primed and prepared, as well as the newly installed minimacs on Angel Island, and the supermacs on space colony ARK. The UO will regret making this deci-
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I began punching holes in their defensive line easily with Helios. It was as if their heavies were armed with butter, the heat from the blast warped their weapons and disintegrated their ground troops. They still have no idea where the blasts come from. Then the UO had the nerve to attack some of my outlying coastline cities, I guess they hadn't expected a blast from a supermac to punch a hole clean through their "battle freighter", but that's what happens when I get pissed. And now, sadly, it has sunk to the bottom of the Emerald Sea. (Allowing for a bit of pride to show here).
It was after this last attack that the UO made the poor decision to act irresponsible and mount a large frontal attack on my city's outer walls. Five thousand men armed with rocket launchers, grenades, and machine guns, came knocking on my walls. I calculated where the breach would be, and prepared a little surprise for them when they punched through. It didn't take them long to breach my northern walls, just as I calculated, but I am not saddened by this, for you see, when they swarmed in, they were met by MY heavies. That is to say, 36 fully automated Titan class robots. Robotnik, had the design… a 24 foot tall armored beast of a bot, equipped with hardened tungsten titanium carbide armor, two fifth echelon cerebral processors, giving them the ability to perform at their peak with precision accuracy even on limited power. Oh and speaking of power, their battery packs consist of 14 interlinked odyssey pc5200 micro fusion cells hardened against any emp bursts. They possessed an infrastructure similar to the workings of a human body, the "Heart" pumped power, oil, and hydraulic fluid throughout a series of veins in the system. The "lungs" kept the internal systems from overheating, while the "Intestines" filtered, processed, and cleaned the used fluids before sending them through the systems again. The titans possessed a stealth field that could run strong for weeks so that if I ever choose, I could place my titans at certain strategic locations and order them to wait unseen until time to strike. If I were roman, they would be my legates. Originally Robotnik, though he had the idea, couldn't take the plans from paper to production, I suppose he feared what would happen if they lost control, but I had the knowhow and will.
Anyways. I had waited for the UO to enter fully and begin their assault before I gave the order to drop the stealth fields there by revealing my titans and beginning the skirmish. The UO fired upon them, I felt bad because the bullets simply ricocheted off of their armor. They then launched a series of missiles which blew up on contact, these too were as gnats. Then it was my turn, I gave the UO the option of surrender, an option which they refused, and then my Titan's shoulder mounted quad set Gatling lasers tore through their ranks like tissue paper. All and all the encounter took six minutes, then silence fell as my titans disengaged their weapons. The UO retreated, their banners, flags, and firearms were gathered up and either incinerated or given to my people as mementos. Today truly put things into perspective. The UO has no chance of bre-
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Psychotropics...mind benders... my people had no chance. Only fifty percent of the community could be evacuated before the spores were released, the other half... delusions, nightmares, death and mental decay. The people, my, people were dying and again I was powerless to stop it… This was all caused by something I thought had been destroyed long ago. The egg carrier, Dr. Robotnik's flagship. Sonic and I had sunk it to the ocean floor years ago and I had thought it imploded, apparently the UO managed to salvage and surface what was left. As luck would have it, nearly all of the armored units were destroyed, the aircrafts had "hedgehog" shaped holes all through them, and the tanks were left to decay at the ocean's mercy. However, one of the intact parts was the biological experimentations lab. Not to mention a vast amount of dead robots, they themselves are useless, however the cannons and machine guns on their arms are not. I say this to reveal a hard fact… The Union of Order has launched a biological war.
What's sad is that they forget one thing, and that is who I am. I am Miles Prower. Emperor of the Mobian Empire. Leader of a search and rescue team that has saved a million plus citizens. I have Helios 1, Robotnik's former Underground base, and a fully armed and operational land sea and air battleship. I have the ability to use the impenetrable fortress that is Angel Island and the space colony ARK for whatever I deem worthy. And to top it off, my army of self-healing self-maintaining fighter class bots do not need food or water to keep fighting.
Why am I saying all of this? Because if someone reads this in the future, either by book or by my death, I want you to know who I really am. I'm no monster… My heart beats for my people, and for their future… And to be honest. I also say this to convince myself... I guess I can be honest to whoever reads this, I…I know that I have to be strong. I'm leading a striving empire. The people need someone who they can look up to since Sonic... Sometime it seems that his shoes are too big to fill, however I cannot relent. No, I cannot give up. I know he wouldn't want that and I know he wouldn't give up either. I know that I have the unending support of Knuckles and Shadow, Rouge, and even Amy and Cream, but even the latter three are halfway across the globe funding their own salvation efforts. I cannot be a replacement for Sonic, but I can be a hole filler, I have done what he would have wanted. I elevated a nation from rubble, and I united a divided and dying people. I can even… Enough. I have driven far enough into my subconscious for now. There is no sense in bringing up the past. Now, it's time to act, the remaining people uninfected by the spores are safely relocated to Angel Island, its course is chartering towards the north where the cold will kill anything germ wise that had managed to come with the people. The Blue Typhoon Is safely orbiting space colony ARK where Shadow is making preparations as I write to house some of the victims affected by the attacks. Yes. The UO has tried to fight me with everything, and they have taken the city of peace from the people. They think they have me vulnerable and broken.
I have sat back took my time. Now it's my turn. This just isn't just for the places I protected. Now I am fighting to take ALL of Mobius. I will restore order and government. I will destroy tyranny and dictatorship. The people will be free from these things once more, and forever. So long as my chest draws breathe.