A/N: Okay, folks…I'm back…Yeah…With an update to my recently made stories…Or Die Tryin' and I hope you all are ready for chapter 3 in my story, or whatnot. I hope you really enjoy this chapter, cuz I put a lot of effect in writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Sega related…If I did, do you honesty think I'll be writing fanfics?
…Or Die Tryin'
Today's Special Appearances are written down thusly
Eggman: Who's assisting Mephiles' in his insidious plot to seize control of all seven Sol Emerald for no particular reason!
The idiotic robotic duo: Scratch and Grounder finally make their appearance, as well. They were the robots he snuck aboard.
Chris Thorndyke, his Granddad, Chuck Thorndyke, as two of the passengers flying inside the plane.
And now finally…The story, itself!
Chapter 3: The Task At Hand
On the big screen, the bright red plane was seen finally taking off from the airport and was now dispersing into the light-blue skies.
"…Yeah, did you want something, Captain Knuckles?" Amy gruffed, as she walked into the pilothouse.
Air Marshal Shadow and Captain Knuckles were already inside, they were snickering, while trying not to look at the Amy. "…Uhh, what's going on guys?" she muttered.
"Have you made sure to completely check for stowaways? I've been hearing these nasty rumors about a shady looking guy who snuck onboard." Knuckles said, trying to hold back his laughter.
"…Uh, N-No. I haven't seen anything out the ordinary, since I started working." Amy muttered. "Everything's all secured in my section." she then turned toward Shadow. "Beside, I thought it was Shadow's job to make prevent stowaways from boarding."
"HEY?!" Shadow yelled. "I don't recall him speaking to me. Don't try changing the subject, so you can get me involved in your shit, woman!" However, Amy just rolled her eyes. "…Yeah, you better do that…bitch."
"Anyways…" Knuckles said, drawing Amy's attention. "Some passengers have reported to me, claiming that they've seen this weird guy roaming about on the plane."
"Like I said before, there's only little I can do to help this cause, because this is not in my jurisdiction." she said, eyeballing Shadow. "…But, I will see what I can do anyways."
"Will see that you do, Sunset!" Knuckles said, crossing his legs as he blew from his pipe.
Amy then went to walk away, when she suddenly stopped. "…Wait…Sunset?! There you go calling me Sunset again. Will you STOP THAT?"
"Hey, Knuckles?" Shadow snickered, slightly turning toward him. "You forgot to ask her the real question…"
"Real…Question? What really question?" Amy asked.
"Yeah. What the hell are you talking…Oh, yeah…I remember." Knuckles then started chuckling as he turned to Amy. "The real reason I call you in here wasn't for stowaways…Sunset, remind me…What part of the plane is this?"
"…Huh…The pilothouse…right?" Amy said.
"…No…" Shadow chuckled, trying to keep himself from laughing.
"No? Well, hmm…the control room?" Amy answered.
"No…" Knuckles chuckled. "Try again…"
"…Hmm…The cockpit?" Amy finally answered.
Shadow and Knuckles looked at each other, before laughing loudly. "Hahahahahaha! Oh my god! I can't believe she just said it!" Knuckles chortled.
"You see, I told you I could get her to say it!" Shadow said, still laughing.
"…Huh, you mean…Cockpit?" Knuckles and Shadow then started laughing even louder. "I don't get it…What's wrong with the word…Errr! You guys need to grow-up! SERIOUSLY!" she yelled, before storming outta the cockpit.
"Sweet…That was golden, Shadow…" Knuckles said, still laughing a bit.
"I guess I should get back in kicking folk's asses!" Shadow said, slowly walking toward the exit. "An Air Marshal's job is never complete."
Mephiles, still veiled inside the old man's shadow, was now heading toward first class. After a short walk, the old man finally made it to the first class section.
"…Wooo, I can't believe how smoothly the flight been going so far. "Furthermore, there hasn't any kind of casualties since takeoff, so that's really good." the old man chortled, before walking into the luxurious first-class coach.
As the old man walked throughout the coach, he noticed that some of the passengers were seen activate, they were trying out some of the plane's many accessories, only available in that room. While others just remained seated in their chairs, relaxing under the find provision of their air-conditions.
"Hm. Perhaps, I too, should acquaint myself with the plane's accommodations." The old man chuckled.
The old man turned and spotted a chair, it was a two-seater and it was not that far from where he was standing. "Hm, well doesn't that look rather comfortable. Maybe, I should go and sit, you know, to see how it feels out!"
As the man walked up to the chair, he noticed somebody was already sitting in. "Uh, excuse me? Is this seat taken?" The other person then turned, it was Chris. "You don't mind if I…" the man then sat down. "Uh, oh my…How Comfortable. What is this…plush?"
The man then looked up and he noticed a mini air-condition protruding out from right above him. "…Hmmm…I wonder how property does this work?" The man turned toward the other passengers, they were sitting, already feeling the affects of their air-condition. "…The other peoples seemed to be enjoying theirs!" he then lifted his finger, pressing down the red button on the machine.
The vents from above the old man then opened up, blowing fridge air all over him. "Hm, oh…it works just perfectly. Uhaaahhh…How refreshing." the old man sighed. "Hm, it good to see that everything's working so efficiently here."
"Man, grandpa! How conceited can you be?" Chris sighed, turning to the old man. "Of course everything's working correctly! You're the one who built it!" he then turned away, folding his arm. "You need to stop congratulating yourself…"
The old man was none other than Chris' Grandfather, Chuck. You see, The Sol Emerald 219 was one of his latest invention; he had manufactured it exclusively for the citizen of Mobius.
Since the citizens weren't used to seeing such a huge aircraft, the only kinda plane they were use to seeing was Tail's X Tornado…err…or something like that.
Anyways, Chuck thought of it as a new experience for the peoples. They would have gotten a chance to see huge aircrafts soar across the skies of Mobius.
Chuck just snickered, as he slouched in his seat. "What's wrong with commending myself?"
"Maybe, because it's creepy…" Chris said, rolling his eyes. "Beside, if you want to hear your airplane be acknowledge in how well-built it is, wouldn't be better to hear THAT from the citizen of Mobius themselves?"
However, Chuck seemed impervious to what Chris said. "Hmm…it seems that I was in the right, when I appointed Knuckles as the plane's pilot." he muttered, looking outta the window.
"…Uh…Typical…" Chris groaned, getting up. "I'm gonna see if I can find Amy. At least I know she'll listen to what I have to say…" he then walked away.
As Chuck sat down relaxing in his seat, the air from the vent continued to blow all over him. "Uhh…So tranquil…" he yawned lazily. "Uhaah…It's almost enough to make me…" Chuck immediately fell asleep, thanks to the sweet relief from the air-condition.
Mephiles slowly emerge from underneath Chuck's shadow, only his upper body was showing as he looked up at him. "…Er, about time that senile old fool went to sleep." he sneered. "I thought he was never gonna shut up…with all his excessive blathering about…NOTHING!"
"…Going on about, how this plane's lacking casualties." Mephiles grumbled. "Humph. Such conceit. Perhaps, I should dispose of him to set an example. Muhahahaha, yes…an example. That way, I could show these cretins exactly why they should fear the name, Mephiles the Dark!"
Mephiles then turned toward the pilothouse, smirking balefully. "…But that's all in due time. Right now, I should only be concerning myself with one thing: And that obtaining what I greatly desire." he then snuck back inside Chuck's shadow and started slowly moving away from him.
"If the Sol Emeralds are being used as the power source for the plane's internal systems, then I know for certain, that the pilot knows the whereabouts of their location. Eheheh. I'll just get the pilot in there to enlighten me."
Only sinister laughter was heard as Mephiles, still hidden inside his shadow form, slithered toward the cockpit. "…Huh, that was odd…" a young woman muttered, suddenly stopping. "I coulda sworn I heard somebody…laughing…Weird."
After sliding underneath the plane's floors without being detected, Mephiles had finally made his way to the pilothouse's entrance. "Excellent. Now to contact Eggman. I have to inform him that I'm now proceeding into the cockpit, to exterminate the pilot."
On the other side of the plane, Eggman and his two bumbling robots Scratch and Grounder were heading toward the lower-class, as they, too, searched for the Sol Emerald.
They were still walking, when Eggman's walkie-talkie suddenly came on. "Uh, yes…This is Eggman." the fat scientist uttered speaking into the transmitter. "…Oh, Mephiles…Uh-huh, alright…Good luck. As for us, we're still heading there. We should be there shortly…"
Eggman then placed his ear to the transmitter as Mephiles continued speaking. "…Hmm…That does sound somewhat sufficient." he muttered, rubbing his chin. "…Alright, I think I can manage that…"
"Hey? What do you think they're talking about?" Grounder whispered to Scratch.
"How should I, BUCK, BUCKAAAA, know…" Scratch grumbled.
"…Because you're psychic and highly skill in the sacred art of…Jujitsu…" Grounder then bowed down in a formally fashion. "Scratch-San!"
Scratch just stared at Grounder, before cobbering on top of the head. "What the hell are you talking about?! Buck, buck, buck…BUCKAAA!!! I'm not skilled in any stupid Jujitsu! Furthermore, Jujitsu isn't a sacred art."
"Enough!" Eggman yelled. "Our benefactor, Mephiles was kind enough to inform me of the main objective of our mission. Now. Listen carefully, nincombots, because I definitely won't be repeating myself!"
Eggman cleared his throat distinctively, before saying. "Our mission is to retrieve the Sol Emeralds that's hidden somewhere aboard this vessel. We must find them at all costs, even if that means you guys ultimately getting sacrifice in the process. I want you to treat this mission with the utmost diligence."
"Buck, buckaaaa! You got it, your evilness!" Scratch chuckled, while saluting. "To show you how committed I am to you and the mission! When the time comes, when we finally locate the gem. I will willingly sacrifice myself…on your behalf, of course, to assure that gem will indeed go into your possession!"
"Uh-UH! He's lying, doctor!" Grounder chimed in. "Listen, listen! I'm WAY more committed than him!" Grounder then lifted up his drill arm and started spinning it. "U-Uh…I-I'm so committed…t-that I'll drill myself in the eye…right now!"
As Grounder slammed his spinning drill arm in into eye and started purposely drilling a hole in his face.
Scratch just stood there, staring annoyingly at him. "You numskull, when the doctor said: sacrifice, he didn't mean committing suicide on yourself, before the mission actually starts! BUCK, BUCKAAAA!!! He was talking about doing during the mission, DUH!"
Grounder's right eye had a huge hole in it, as he turned facing Scratch. "Yea-Uhh! Shut up, Scratch! You don't what you're talking about!!!" he retorted, as he started on his left eye.
"Err, you stupid nincombot! If you want to beat yourself up so badly, then by all means, let me assist you!" Scratch then lifted up his arm and slammed it on top of Grounder's head.
"OW!" Grounder yelped, covering his head. "Oh, a wise guy, are we? Well, I don't need anybody's helping me kick my ass!" Grounder then jammed his drill-arm into Scratch and started drilling through his chest. "I'm well capable of doing that…myself."
"WAH! You maniac! Stop drilling me…Uh…Wait…That didn't sound right…buck, buck, BUCKA, but get off me, nonetheless!" Scratch yelped, slapping Grounder in the face.
"Ow, but that's okay…At least I was able to prove my…" Grounder then started snickering. "…Point. Get it? Because I was drilling inside your interior!"
Scratch looked down at his body and noticed that everything was still in tack. "Pssh…Hardly! Buck, BUCKA!!!! You couldn't even penetrate (No sexual joke intended) through my first skin." he chuckled. "It's a good thing that the doctor built me with an extra tough exoskeleton.
As Scratch stood there laughing, Grounder repaid the favor by slapping him back in his face. "What the? D…Did you just…slap me? How can you slap me…Buck, buck…BUCKA, if you can't even make an opened hand?!?!" However, Grounder just slapped him again. "Will you stop slapping me?!"
"No!" Grounder said, slapping him again. "If you don't like it, bring it on then, cock-a-doodle-doo!" he then started taunting Scratch.
Eggman just stood there as Scratch and Grounder started ripping each into shreds "Will you two nincombots cut that out!" he yelped, separating the two robots, then slamming them into each other. "All of your excessive bickering gonna expose our position!"
"…Sorry, doctor…" Scratch muttered. "If Grounder wasn't so stupid, we would already found the coach and BUCK, BUCKAAAA, have that Emerald in our possession…"
"Shut up, Scratch!" Grounder yelped. "Don't listen to him, doctor! Scratch just wants some of your nuts…" Eggman just stared at him. "You know, like nuts and bolts!!!"
Eggman turned away from the two robots, sighing. "…Uhh, what was I thinking?! I knew it was a bad idea bring them alone with me! I should have just left those idiots deactivated inside that junkyard." he then sighed. "I suppose, I deserve this for convincing myself that they could actually assist me on this task."
After walking for awhile, Eggman and his two bumbling robots finally made it to the coach's entrance. "Finally, at last! Now to bring our plan into fruition."
Eggman then started laughing all evilly, until Scratch interrupted him. "Say, doctor?" he asked.
"WHAT?!" Eggman replied, seething.
"Thanks for giving me another chance in assisting you in one of your evil schemes I really appreciate it!"
I think it's time for me to give Scratch a description. Scratch was a tall and skinny robotic like chicken, he was also a grade A ass kisser when it came to Eggman. Scratch was known for his horrible speech impediment, he would always said 'Buck' during the middle of almost every statement.
"Yeah, doctor! Thanks for giving me another chance!" Grounder said. All of Grounder's injuries had somehow been repaired. "I'm really thankful, for your kindness!"
Grounder was blue short little robot, I think he suppose to be a robotic tracker-trailer or something. Anyways, Grounder's hands and nose were all drills, he also had wheels for legs. Grounder wasn't the brightest of robot…As a matter fact…He was an idiot, and was labeled as mildly retarded.
"You don't have anything to worry about, doctor! I won't let you down, that I can assure you! You made the right choice, when you decided to use me again! Buck, buck…Buck, buck, BUCKAAAA!!"
"Yeah, doctor! You made the right choice, choosing me! I won't let you down." Grounder chuckled, repeating what Scratch just said, with the clucking aside.
Scratch looked at Grounder and glared. "Will you stop…Buck, buck…BUCKAAAA copying me!!!"
"What're you talking about? You're copying me!" Grounder retorted.
"Listen here, you idiot!" Scratch said, jacking Grounder up. "You better not mess up this once-in-a-lifetime chance for me. Bucka, BUCKA! This is my chance to get back good with the doctor. I don't need you making me look bad!" he then tapped Grounder on the forehead.
"Hey, whatta mean? I think YOU'RE the one who should be worrying about getting in MY way!" Grounder retorted, pushing Scratch back. "This is my chance to get in good with the doctor! And don't worry about looking bad, you're already there!"
"…Yeah, about that…" Eggman muttered. Scratch and Grounder immediately turned toward him. "I decided that I'm going in alone." Both Scratch and Grounder dropped their heads. "…Hm…I suppose I could give two some kinda task to do…"
"WHAT?!" Both robots said in unison.
"…Erm, yes." Eggman said, clearing his throat. "I want you two to stand out here as the lookout. Also, I'm leaving these transmitters with you!" Eggman then handed Scratch and Grounder two small transmitters. "If I happen to encounter any kind of hindrance during my incursion, those two transmitters will automatic initiate. That will be your cue to come in and aid me!"
A/N: Stay tune for chapter 4: Tail's Display of Dismay…Psych. Could you really imagine?…I might put it in consideration.
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