Meanwhile, outside The Orbital Watcher.
Alan, entering the planet Mobius from space, created a SONIC BOOM as he entered, his wings flapping behind him as he flew downwards at high speeds.
About a minute later Alan landed directly in the heart of Station Square, the downtown area. He stood up straight, looking around before hearing commotion in a nearby building. Alan, his eyes focused, scanned for the source of the noise. It was none other than the Homeless Temple, a famous shelter for the homeless. Alan raised an eyebrow, making his way down the street. As he made his way to the shelter, he took a second to look around. He saw destroyed buildings, wrecked signs, debris and fire everywhere. It looked like a scene straight out of a disaster film. What a wreck, Alan thought. While the clowns up in space were busy trying to form a 'team', thousands of innocents down here were dying.
Alan reached the bum center, and as he entered, he noticed a line full of inhabitants of the shelter being directed into some kind of machine by some Banshee soldiers. Alan watched from the shadows, trying to figure out exactly what the hell was going on. One by one, he saw the homeless people come out of the machine looking exactly like Banshees.
By the Gods.
They were transforming Mobians and Humans into Banshees.
Alan let out a loud SCREECH, all bodies turning to him as he charged into the horde of Banshees. Claws ripped from his veins as he began slashing at the Banshees, showing no remorse. A crowd of un-transformed homeless people stood back and watched in awe as Alan slaughtered the Banshees, sticking his claws through each of them with ease and piling them on top of each other. When it appeared he was done, Alan turned to the group of homeless people.
"Lucky I came, otherwise you would be Banshee slaves." Alan barked at them defiantly, gesturing for them to clear out. As he did, out of the corner of his eye, Alan saw something. A machine. The same machine on the moon that shot out the infinite number of Banshee soldiers. Alan turned his whole body toward the machine and braced for a fight. As expected, Banshees shot out of the machine like clock work, each locked and loaded and ready to battle.
Alan charged in at the first group of Banshees to come out, a tail extending from his lower back as he swung it at them, sending them smacking against the wall. More appeared and were burned to crisp by Alan's fire breath before they even got the chance to attack. Alan attempted to move in to destroy the machine but more kept coming. Soon, they came in larger numbers and Alan was out numbered. He tried to burn them, but with each one he burned, five more appeared in it's place. Alan was eventually backed into a corner.
But then he saw something, something that wiped out half of the Banshee crowd.
A green streak. Moving faster than Alan could process. More like green lines, a whisper in the wind.
Alan squinted his eyes. He saw the Banshee numbers getting smaller, and smaller. In the corner of his eye, he could see a female figure dismantling the machine. But the green streak he saw before was still moving, and proceeded to wipe out all of the Banshees. Alan squinted his eyes, looking around. He decided to approach the female figure. As he did, he spoke. "Did you?-"
He was cut off by a huge gust of wind that sent him back a few inches. Now standing next to the female Hedgehog was a male hedgehog. This hedgehog wore a green costume, with white lines running down the soles of it. The chest of the costume was the home to an emblem; a huge yellow 'V' carved right in. Connected to the costume was a mask that covered the Hedgehog's entire face, exluding his mouth and eyes. Alan looked and examined the female Hedgehog next. She wore an armored suit that was almost exactly like the one Alan had seen on Syeed; this one being blue instead of red. Her helmet was down, and Alan could see that she was a blue Hedgehog herself. Side by side they stood, looking at Alan, the female looking more worried than the male.
"What the hell is this?" Alan was the first to speak, his voice booming inside the building.
"You getting your ass saved." The male Hedgehog spoke, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. Alan smirked in response to this, quickly storming over to the duo. Alan didn't quite like his cocky tone.
"I could have handled those guys myself." Alan fired back, now standing only a few inches away from the Hedgehogs.
"Really? You didn't seem to be doing anything other than cowering in the corner..." The male Hedgehog grinned, letting out a soft "hmm" after he said so.
"W-what he meant to say was.." The female Hedgehog butted in, stepping in between them. Her voice, lighter and calmer, took Alan back a bit. "He intended to help you out and would just like a little gratitude."
"Who are you two?" Alan cut straight to it, his tone getting a bit calmer.
"Me? I'm Velocity. A superhero of Mobius, ya know, speedster, really fast, but still figuring out how to go at the speed of light?" The male Hedgehog, Velocity, replied. He flashed a smile and a wink at Alan. Alan stared at him, a look of unamusement.
"I'm Mya.." The female Hedgehog, who Alan now knew as Mya, spoke. "Really, we mean no trouble, we're just out to find and help other people."
Alan stepped back a little, nodding. "Alright, I didn't mean any harm. Where you guys headed?"
"To find more people that might be getting kidnapped, lost, or worse." Velocity let his arms fall to his side. "The Banshees are growing in numbers. It seems they are uh...getting more...races."
"What?" Alan raised an eyebrow.
"I really don't know. We just got done fighting some Dragons that were equipped with Banshee fighting gear."
"Really now.." Alan became lost deep in thought. The Dragons. That was his race. "Thanks for telling me." Alan began to make his exit.
"Oh, yeah, and another thing!" Velocity shouted at Alan.
Alan turned.
"Are you trying to take out all those machines? Don't. They're producing them faster than we can stop them."
Alan looked, again deep in thought. "That makes sense.."
"Yeah. Only take the ones you run into out. Don't go on a huge search for them or anything. Just a tip."
Alan smirked, nodding at Velocity. His wings began to spread out as he BURST into the air, creating another SONIC BOOM in his wake.
"Cool." Velocity said, watching Alan disappear into the clouds.
The Dragon World.
The Dragon World, the land of the Dragons. Alan's home planet, where he was born. It can't be found on any satellite or map in space, and can only be entered through means of a portal.
Alan, clearly upset and still in meta-dragon form, flew and navigated his way through the Dragon world. He could see other Dragons carrying on, flying, playing, sparring, and of the like. He ignored some Dragons calling for him. He made his way to the Dragon World Capital, which is where the authority figures and the king of all Dragons, Oregon, sat on his throne.
As Alan approached the Capital, he could see Oregon on his throne, seemingly bored. "Good, then he's up for a confrontation" Alan said to himself, landing down in front of the throne, leaving a large CRACK where he landed.
Oregon, a red and blue Dragon who was almost 60 feet tall, looked down at Alan, his amber eyes scanning him. Oregon sighed, and as he did, he started to grow shorter. His skin color changed to that of a Caucasian Human. Now, he was done to Alan's size, in his meta-dragon form.
"What is it you could possibly want now?" Oregon, clearly already annoyed, said to Alan, who stood his ground.
A disgusted look came across Alan's face as he stared at Oregon. "Why are you giving up Dragon prisoners to the Banshees?" Alan posed the question, his voice clearly demanding a straight forward answer.
"I don't know, maybe because they're PRISONERS? Why do you care about them?" Oregon barked back.
"Because, that means the Banshees army will grow in numbers. We're trying to stop them."
"Stop what? Them from taking over Mobius? Maybe it's about time you got a new leader."
"You're kidding, right, Oregon? You're going to sit here and let the planet that I've sworn to protect be taken over. Actually, no, you're ASSISTING in it."
"Oh, who cares? It'll be better for the planet. Plus, we have a working relationship with the Banshees. They paid us good for those prisoners."
Alan, enraged, SWUNG his large closed fist at Oregon, knocking him right on his ass.
"NO! YOU WILL END YOUR LITTLE 'RELATIONSHIP' NOW! OR YOU WON'T JUST BE DEALING WITH ME.."
Alan turned his head, pointing in the distance. Oregon stood, confused, looking as he fixed his jaw. Suddenly, a large crowd of Dragons appeared above them, hovering in the air, flapping their large winds. They all looked down at Oregon, who was in shock.
Minutes later. Orbital Watcher.
"So, what, that means you just run off andhandle shit yourself?" Syeed barked at Alan, poking his chest. "We're supposed to be a TEAM!"
"A team MY ASS. I never agreed to this team bullshit!" Alan shouted back, his fist shaking.
"Oh, let me guess, because you're some kind of bad ass who's a lone wolf. Jeez, look at me guys, I'm a fury fuck who can't step out of my comfort zone."
"WHAT!?" Alan, now enraged, threw a wild punch at Syeed, which Syeed dodged.
"You wanna hear the truth?!" Alan began. "I don't NEED you fucks to help me save this damn planet! I don't need a team! I can take them all down my DAMN SELF!"
Alan turned and began to leave. Strife butted in.
"But, wait, we need to take out tho-"
"Don't TRY to take out the damn machines." Alan fired back. "They produce them faster than we could even destroy them."
"You can't just leave." Zarge said, walking up to Alan.
"Watch me." And as he said that, Alan flew out of the Watcher.
"M-maybe this was a bad idea.." Strife said.
"My ass it was. We don't need him. The four of us can do this alone." Syeed, clearly pissed, stated.
"No, I don't think I can work like this." Zarge looked down. "Maybe it is just time to...give up. I've never dealt with a universal threat like this before, okay?"
"Really? You're going to walk out?" Syeed took a step towards Zarge, getting in his face.
"If that's what you call it." Zarge turned, his back to Syeed. "I think we should take them out seperately." Zarge created a flying board made of ice, blasting out of the Orbital Watcher and off into space.
"You too?" Syeed, upset and disappointed, turned to Flame.
"I mean, I didn't ask for a team, either. I just want to save my friend Nitro. Now. And we're wasting time." Flame nodded, also walking towards the exit. "I can't waste anymore time. I'm sorry." And like that, he was gone.
Syeed and Strife exchanged looks. Syeed groaned, rolling his eyes as he powered on his exosuit.
"Whatever." Syeed said, activating the boosters on his exosuit and blasting straight through the roof in fustration and anger.
Strife sighed, standing there alone. "Great, just great.." He said to himself as he made his way to the computer room of the Watcher. Entering the room, he slumped down in a chair, a large array of monitors in front of him. He began typing away, not wanting to give up on saving Mobius. "I think there's still a chance I can get them back together. This time, fuctional." Strife, thinking out loud, said as he typed away on his keyboard. He then remembered what Alan said. The Banshees produced the machines like wild fire. There was no way they could take them all out. Strife sighed, rubbing his head, thinking of a solution. He then turned his chair to face one of the pods that led to the simulated Banshee reality. Suddenly, an idea struck his mind. He knew what he had to do.
"Alright, Banshee scum...your effort to try to take over Mobius has run it's course!"