AN: Hello all and welcome to chapter 4. So far my current chapters have all been what I like to call my introductory chapters and this shall be the last of them. I promise chapter 5 shall start to bring a real plot to this story. So anyway thanks for reading and please don't forget to review.

Sincerely, Strikefence

Chapter 4:

Angel Island, Planet Mobius, October 1st, 2012

The walk down the forest path began in silence which confused Knuckles. For the short time he had known the teen walking behind him he had been pressed with questions of things any regular person should know.

Finally Knuckle broke the silence."So how did you end up on Angel Island?"

Ferris shook his head, "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Knuckles gave a slight grin, "Look kid, I'm the guardian of a magical emerald that keeps an island afloat in the air, I've fought along side a supersonic hedgehog to defeat a fat genius, and I've been on a fifty-year-old space station as it plummeted on a crash course for Mobius. I think I can handle whatever you have to tell me."

The teen looked at the Echidna confused and answered him, "So what do you know of inter-dimensional travel?"

Knuckles stopped and turned around to look at the human and exclaimed, "Wait what?"

Ferris repeated himself slowly, "Inter-dimensional travel."

Knuckles gave him a look, "No I got that but, are you saying you're from some other dimension?"

Ferris had been afraid of this. He had figured that telling the Mobian that he had came from another dimension could result in confusion. He was surprised that Knuckles had caught on so fast though.

"I hadn't got to that part yet but, that was pretty much what I was going to say."

Knuckles looked at one of the many trees around them, "Well that would explain why you fell from the sky."

Ferris smiled, "Yeah I guess." He paused to think about what he was saying, "Wait so I did fall from the sky?"

"Yup."

"How am I still alive?"

"No idea."

Ferris thought back to his ripped NAPS Suit and damaged wrist unit. They had been damaged but, not to the point where he would have considered falling from the sky to be the cause. Then he remembered how he had fallen into this dimension and the speed he had fallen at.

Knuckles interrupted his train of thought, "Hey, we should get going and get lunch, I don't want to be away from the Master Emerald for too long."

Knuckles began to walk again with Ferris in tow. Shortly they arrived at the hut Ferris had woken up in.

"So it was you brought me here after I 'fell'?" he emphasised fell with a bit of a sarcastic tone attached.

"Well I couldn't just leave you lying there so close to the Master Emerald, could I?"

The teen looked at the short Mobian who was now opening his front door, "No, I suppose you couldn't." He paused, "Hey what's with you and that huge gem anyway?"

Knuckles spoke as he walked in the door. "The huge gem is the Master Emerald and it is my job to protect it."

The teen walked in the hut and gave another look at his broken wrist unit that lay on the table. Unfortunately it had remained broken in the short time he had been gone. Peering at his helmet next, he noticed that the visor had sustained more damage than he had originally thought with thin cracks running all across it.

Meanwhile, as Ferris was busy looking over his broken equipment, Knuckles was grabbing some deli-cut turkey for some sandwiches.

"Hey do you mind turkey?" Knuckles asked over his shoulder.

Ferris tried hard to cover over his surprise at the mention of a meat from Earth. "Um, yeah sure."

Knuckles turned back to his fridge and pulled out a loaf of bread, a head of lettuce, a jar of mayonnaise, and to Ferris' surprise a bowl of grapes.

"If you're putting those on the sandwiches please keep them to yourself."

Knuckles chuckled at this and placed the bowl on the table in front of Ferris. "Why, do they do that in the dimension you come from?"

"No I thought that might be something you do here."

This gained a small laugh from them both before they each turned back to their respective projects. Shortly after they both sat down on Knuckles' couch, eating their sandwiches and grapes. When Knuckles had finished his sandwich he looked over to Ferris, the teen was busy holding his sandwich in one hand and holding a small white box in the other. Although Knuckles had never been much of a techie it was quite evident to him that the box was damaged, it was covered in several scratches and one side was completely ripped open. Through the opening several wires were hanging out and most of them were broken.

They had sat in quiet for several minutes before Knuckles broke the silence. "So what is the box supposed to be?"

Ferris looked over to the Mobian slightly startled, as usual he had gotten engrossed in his work and had nearly forgotten about the person right next to him.

"Well at the moment it isn't supposed to do anything, it's broken."

"Well I can see that but, if it wasn't broken what would it do?"

"It would bring me home."

Knuckles looked away clearly thinking of something. It appeared he came up with it quickly because he turned back to Ferris quickly.

"You know, I'm completely useless with electronics, but I do have a friend who might be able to help."

Station Square, Planet Mobius, October 1st, 2012

The yellow Mobian fox was sitting in his office inside his company headquarters. His company: Prower Industries. His name: Miles Prower, or as his friends call him, Tails. His nickname arose from his two yellow and white tipped tails that sprouted from his lower back.

His office was relatively empty with a hard oak desk with a computer on it, a book shelf, a filing cabinet, and some chairs being the only furniture inside. This was because he rarely used it, instead preferring to work in his workshop in the Mystic Ruins where he could do real work and not company politics, he had people who did that for him. Today however was an exception. Today he had a meeting with the GUN general, Brais.

Trying to get me to develop some sort of weapon no doubt, thought the fox.

Prower Industries had a strong rule regarding weapons, they were to have nothing to do with them. After the defeat of Eggman Tails had dedicated his life to helping the world develop new technology that helped society. He didn't want to throw that all away just because GUN wanted some new toys.

On his desk a phone rang. Tails picked it up and answered, "Yes?"

A woman's voice answered "Sir, General Brais is here to see you"

"Thank you Vicky, send him up."

It was not long before a knock sounded on the office door.

"Come in."

The general entered the room and walked towards the desk, stopping about a foot in front of it.

Tails looked at the human male. He had grey hair and strange mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, that seemed to drill into your person as they evaluated you. Tails thought the man to be somewhere around Forty-five years old, almost twice as old as Tails. From what Tails knew the general was the second member of his family to hold his position.

"Welcome, sit." Tails' voice sounded peasant but obviously faked. "So what brings you here General?"

Half an hour later the general left leaving Tails seriously annoyed. The General Brais had requested that Prower Industries begin producing Cyclone Model S for military use. The TMS was a walker type robot with several turrets, a multi-shot homing missile launcher, and an ability which allowed it to transform into a plane. Tails had designed it based on the design of the original Cyclone or Tornado 3, which he had used during the Biolizard Incident. Tails had refused of course, and in turn had received a thinly veiled threat on his company's finances. However even with the threat Tails wasn't worried, GUN wouldn't attack his company one way or another it was to important. Prower Industries was the world's leading supplier of electronics, alternative fuels, and medicine. Attacking the finances of the company would hurt the world economy too strongly.

Tails picked up his phone and pressed the three-digit code that linked to his secretary. The phone rang once before she answered.

"Hello."

"Vicky do I have any more appointments today?"

There was the sound of keys on a computer being pressed and than a reply, "No sir you're clear for the rest of the day."

"Thanks Vicky, see you later."

Tails got up out of his chair and headed for the door. As he was turning the nob the phone on his desk rang. He quickly walked over and answered.

"Hello."

Vicky's voice replied, "Sir someone on the phone for you, a Knuckles."

"Patch him through please."

The sound of static filled the phone for several seconds followed by the familiar voice of Knuckles. "Hey Tails."

"Hey Knux, long time."

It had been a long time. Since Robotnic's arrest six years ago, Tails had only seen Knuckles a handful of times. According to Tails' friend Sonic, Knuckles was probably too busy staring at his big rock.

"Yeah long time..." His voice trailed away for a second and Tails thought he detected a bit a regret in his voice.

"So Knuckles what's up?"

"Well I was kind of hoping you could help me out with something."

"And what would that be?" he said, with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Well it's a little hard to explain over the phone. Any chance you could come to Angel Island?"

"Sure, I guess, I'll fly over once I get home."

"Thanks! See you later."

"K' Bye."

Tails then exited the building and headed to the train station to catch the next ride to Mystic Ruins, where his house was. His trip on the train was peaceful, just as nearly everything was these days. Peace was good, he knew that, but at some times he thought back to the constant action of when Robotnik was loose and in some ways missed it, not the constant attacks on world peace but the excitement that was the adventure. Little did he know that new excitement was just around the corner.