a/n: We stay way up. Glad to have you on board, all. Let's fly. #herewego

Revolutionary Operation, Type Zero

Kinetic Sky

02. Revolver Action, Act 2

It started a week earlier.

A pair of eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the early morning light. She made sure she wasn't dreaming and when she was sure she wasn't, she smiled. She hopped up out of her bed and from beneath the covers in her cotton underwear, twirling happily.

The long mirror was where it always was, and she posed in front of it, raising a flexible leg high and holding it near her head, tongue stuck out playfully. Another series of twirls. She bent forward and blew her reflection a silky kiss, the essence of a heart popping silently against the glass. Tousled her long hair with excitement and satisfaction.

"What a time to be alive!"

She pranced into the bathroom on tip toe and examined herself under the bright lights surrounding the mirror. Nothing new to report, no problems. Wonderful. She shed her remaining clothing and hummed as she hopped into the glass shower stall.

A few minutes later, she walked elegantly into the kitchen, dressed in a red shirt and snug jeans, the legs rolled up neatly. Snug enough to fit, but not too snug as to stick to her. A perfect balance. The shirt she liked, it was soft and hugged her body nicely.

"Not back yet. I'll make breakfast, then."

She opened the fridge and got to work, efficient and focused. Pancakes, an omelette loaded with vegetables, warm hot chocolate, apple juice. And a side of chili, heated up. Amy set everything on the table and leaned back against the marble counter, sipping a warm cup of tea. The steam wafted up, illuminated in the light coming from the outside windows.

She smiled again. The house was one of his wedding gifts to her. Built from the ground up, entirely open concept. Made a lot of people terribly jealous. The house really only had the four walls on the ground floor, and because of it was constantly filled with light in the daytime. The book club ladies were in love with the idea. But it was a ridiculous kind of house to build. You needed the assistance of certain boy geniuses.

The front door clicked open before closing shut again.

"Sorry 'bout that. Took a little longer at the shop than usual."

"It's fine," she called back.

Arriving to breakfast was none other than Sonic the Hedgehog, hero of Earth. He wore a smile and carried a bouquet of pink roses.

"Sonic...wait, today is...ah."

"You forgot? You're worse than me," he said with a chuckle.

"I didn't exactly forget. I mean, I did get you something. But I forgot it was today today. You know?"

He gave her a gentle kiss. "Just joshin' ya, Amers. Here ya go, fresh roses. Actually, I haven't been at the shop since last night. Took a detour for those and something else."

Sonic strolled to the table and sat down, folding one leg over top of the other. The golden buckle on his shoe glimmered in the light. Amy set the roses in a vase and hurried back to the table to fix his plate.

"Where'd you go?"

"Ah...Tails said there was somethin' going on at a small island way out. So I flew the Tornado over to see what the deal was. Zilch. Some kind of...electromagnetic well was there earlier, though. Might have to do a pass later."

"That's fine."

"Wanna come with?"

"Nah, I'll wait here. But thanks for asking."

"You don't need to thank me. Husband, remember? My job's looking after that tush of yours, Rosie-o."

She had almost forgotten. One year ago, they actually did get married.

A small ceremony that took place on South Island. Where else but Green Hill, with a gathering of close friends. Of course, once the news hit Station Square, everyone exploded.

One of the perks of living on the outer limits was less hassle from the media. Less being the operative word.

"Nothing like a classic Amy Rose breakfast," Sonic said as he patted his stomach. Lost in her thoughts, Amy hadn't noticed him eating. He made an OK sign with one hand and kissed it. "Primo meal and deal."

"Geez. Stop that," she said with a blush.

"Can't stop, won't stop. Oh, I wanted to see if something was on the tube just now. Let's just do that and then I might take a nap." Sonic pushed his chair out and started to take away the empty plates.

"Hold it, mister."

"Amy. Really."

"I'm the wife."

"Gender roles are circa 1991, dudette. Lemme stuff 'em in the dishwasher." She took the plates away and he shrugged. "Yes'm. I'll fire up the idiot box, then."

Amy shook her head as he left.

"Oy! Technology."

"What's up?" she called from the kitchen.

"Tall, dark, and flat ain't taking orders today."

"Maybe we can call Tails."

"I'll have a looksie myself, won't take long."

Amy rolled her eyes and walked over to the cordless phone. She pressed the first number on speed dial.

She was confused by the sound of hurried breathing. Wrong number? No, that wasn't right.

"If you...can hear this. Something's wrong. It's...cyberforming. If you can hear this, cyberforming is happening. I don't know how but Eggman - Robotnik - has technology. Instant cyber formation. Changing the structure of Earth. A lot of killer robots. Terminator types. It's happening fast - over - via aerial bombing similar to the atomic bomb campaigns. Station Square - hit - gonna hit Station Square in 4 hours 45 minutes from the time of this transmission. Sonic left to check out the spike I told him about. He's too far from the new shop, he won't know in time...I hope you've called this number, Amy. I hope you figure this out - crap - no time - Eggman's got me. I gotta turn - but it'll be okay. He's arrogant. I'll be fine. I think he - the others. He has them too. Geometrically the closest - but not Shadow. Maybe Rouge or Omega. I'm sending her overt transmission - Angel Island is in the ocean again - you guys have gotta do it. If it's you two - - -"

"...oh. Oh dear," she said flatly.

"Rosie-o! Go ahead and call Tails! I'm stumped!"

"Sonic? Darling? Sugar?"

"That's me. What's up?" he asked as he walked back to the kitchen.

"You should hear-"

They both became aware of a loud noise. Something screaming through the air and a sonic boom. Sonic's fur stood on end.

"Is that a-"

"Oh dear oh boy oh my goodness."

They turned to where the house would be facing Station Square.

And in that spot was a blinding flash of light.

The sky was torn apart and a giant ripple of energy came at them like a wave. Sonic slapped the phone out of Amy's hands as a spark shot up from it.

"EMP? What in the sixteen hells is going on...?"

"Sonic."

He looked into his wife's fearful eyes.

"He got Tails. Eggman got Tails. And the others. Angel Island is in the water. Cyberforming. Eggman is dropping bombs and making the world metal."

Sonic nodded slowly and looked on as the light faded from Station Square. And indeed, the sun was shining off of buildings of black metal. The localized sky was dark with clouds, but everything around it, outside of the city was clear. But the darkness was spreading, with lightning bolts shooting down periodically from the clouds.

"What are we looking at...? Sonic?"

"Dunno," he muttered. "Tails is..."

"He said that Eggman wasn't gonna do anything. Yet."

"Yet."

"That's all he had time to say."

"Well." Sonic scratched the back of his head. "This ain't good."

Amy turned her head to see something coming through the window.

"That's not much better."

Sonic nodded and carried her into the bedroom as the missile slammed through the house and exploded. They scrambled for their things. Amy grabbed the mallet-shaped pendant from her dresser and slid it onto her wrist. She dropped to the floor and pulled on her pink sneakers. In a good position, she pulled a box out from under the bed as Sonic snapped two rings over his wrists and swapped out his shoes for a pair of newer ones. Grabbed a handful of Chaos Drives and tossed them into that surreal space at his back.

"Here. Present."

"Is this the time?"

They heard the front door explode into splinters.

"Yes."

"Fine." He opened it up. A warm-looking red scarf and a pair of custom, blue and white patterned gloves. Last of all was a small chip on the bottom. He grabbed the chip and shoved it into a tiny slot near the bottom of his left foot. Wrapped the scarf neatly around his neck. Swapped out the gloves.

"You're the best, Ames. Hey, I'm sorry. I had my present stashed at that nice restaurant we went to a while back."

"It's okay. We're fresh outta time."

"Yeah, kinda."

"I'll lead." The bipedal machine forced itself through the opening to the room. Amy stepped forward with no effort and punched it backwards, sending it through the opening on the other side of the house. She stepped out and looked at her ruined kitchen, then cracked her knuckles with an annoyed look. Sonic waved the smoke away from his face and watched his wife go to work. The robots kept pouring in and she grabbed one to use as a makeshift bat, letting out frustrated grunts with each swing. Metal flew everywhere at once and Sonic ducked a severed head. The swath of strange bipedal machines thinned. He looked at the melting cabinets on the floor and sighed.

"She really liked that kitchen."

He followed her trail of carnage as the house continued to burn.