Journal
When you ask for something, you get the whole package. Yes,
that means the bad stuff too.

"Static!" cried Tails. "What happened?"
"I―he―Ivo―" panted Static, then collapsed. Tails knelt and examined
him more closely. What he had first percieved as blood was actually
just a sticky red paste. Static had simply collapsed from exhaustion.
"Is he OK?" asked Tornado timidly.
"He'll be alright." The kitsune waved his fourth tail over the green
hedgehog. Instantly, plants grew and the ground shifted to form a
comfortable bed around Static. Tails turned to Tornado. "Can you be a
big girl and take care of Static until he wakes up?" he asked the
echidna. "I'll go to the workshop myself and get your gifts. I imagine
that it might be, uh, MESSY in there." He thought of Static's last
half-word, Ivo, and knew what awaited him.
"Okay Uncle Tails! I'll show you I can be a big girl!" said Tornado.
"Thats my little echidna," answered Tails, patting her head. "I'll be
back for you in a few minutes."
With a flick of his second tail, the wind around Tails picked up and
soon he was rocketing off to his beloved workshop.
Tails' "workshop" was actually a multi-story complex that was cleverly
built into the side of a cliff. Each floor was dedicated to a
different kind of science, each room for different experiments and
other little gadgets.
When he came to the building he noticed that his security pass code pad
had been smashed. The door swung open easily. As Tails had predicted,
the inside of the complex was a mess. The first floor, which he had
made into a nice lobby, looked as though a cyclone passed through it.
The couch was overturned, the curtains ripped, and his special
chandelier of glowing computer parts was a pile of rubble on the
center of the floor. The room was splashed with the same sticky paste
that covered Static. Tails had a feeling that the rest of his glorious
workshop was as trashed as the lobby.
"RINCaHS?" called Tails. "RINCaHS!" No one answered. Tails crossed the
room to the elevator and hit the button marked BG7. The elevator moved
down and opened into a long narrow hallway. As he passed, the red
lights of sentry turrets focused on him, the barrels of their guns sliding out. Recognizing their creator, the turret's glowing red eyes
dimmed and their guns slid back into their sheaths.
The door on the opposite end of the hallway gave way to a vast dome-
shaped room. Wires as thick as an arm hung down from the ceiling and
connected to intricate pieces of equipment. "RINCaHS," said Tails,
"wake up."
Still no response.
Tails went to the center of the room where a spherical robot was
wired. He pressed a button on the robot's back and its golden eye lit
up.
"Hello, creator," said RINCaHS in her usual female voice.
"RINCaHS, we have an intruder. Begin emergency lockdown." commanded
Tails.
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly the workshop began to shake with movement. Deadly spinning
traps activated in hallways, doors became steeled and barred, and
windows were closed behind iron blocks.
"Pinpointing intruder," announced RINCaHS. A screen to her right
flickered on, showing a map of the facility. A red dot blinked in the
hangars, top floor. Tails quickly went back through the hallway, into
the elevator, and pressed AG20. The elevator shot upwards. "Stall him,
RINCaHS," Tails said. "He must not escape."
"Of course, sir." her voice came through a speaker in the elevator.
Finally the elevator opened on floor AG20. Tails hurriedly stepped out
into the large hangar. He looked around. A few of his planes looked
smashed, but most of them were okay. A large steel wall was sliding
over the hatch, blocking exits and entrances.
Suddenly, one of the ships―the Hurricane 7k― roared to life. It began
to hover, and the kitsune heard "Oohh ho ho ho!" as the plane aimed
its guns at the covered hatch. With three blasts from the cannons, the
steel wall and the hatch door crumbled. The ship then made its way out
of the hangar.
"Crap!" said Tails. He thought quickly: If I bring a ship, I'll have
to shoot down the Hurricane 7k... Guess I'd better go by tail.
A flick of his second tail hurtled him through the chilly winter air.