Sonic Prime: Chapter 2
Knuckles opened his eyes and saw the cockpit rotating in front of him. It took him several seconds to realize he was the one rotating. In fact, he was floating in mid-air. He reached for the pilot's chair and used it to pull himself above it. He saw Tails was still sitting in it, eyes closed. He checked Tails' pulse.
Good.
He reached above the dashboard and flipped the red emergency power switch on it. Nothing happened. He pressed it several more times before slamming his fist into the dashboard and pushing off from the chair, launching himself into the quarters in the back of the ship.
When he entered, he was met with the sight of Sonic frantically trying to swim through the zero-gravity to the ground. He paused when he saw Knuckles, who planted his spiked fists into the wall and climbed around the room until he was close enough to Sonic to reach him.
He reached out and grabbed Sonic's hand, pulling him to the wall. Sonic winced as he collided with the wall, causing Knuckles to notice just how badly he had been hurt. The crash had opened a small gash on his forehead that was still oozing blood that simply floated off of Sonic and around the room.
Sonic noticed Knuckles staring at the injury, and pointed to Knuckles' own head.
"I guess I'm not the only one who's getting a scar," said Sonic in a very weak, but humored voice. Knuckles remembered the hit he had taken to his head just before the disaster, and raised his hand up to his head. He felt blood floating all around the side of his head.
Sonic suddenly seemed to remember something, and quickly pushed off from the wall and into the cockpit.
"Tails! Is he-"
"He's alive."
"Oh," Sonic said as he bumped into the back of the pilot's seat.
Sonic began to poke Tails, which prompted Knuckles to roll his eyes at him. He made his way to a panel on the wall that had been knocked off.
He noticed that where the panel had been, there were rows of switches. A small label above it read Breaker Panel.
"Hey Sonic! I Think I found the power."
He flipped the switch for the emergency power, causing alarms to scream and gravity to reengage, sending Knuckles to a painful landing on the metal floor. The alarms also finally stirred Tails.
After a few minutes of diagnostics and first-aid, Tails finally restored the ship to full power.
"So . . . where are we, exactly?" Sonic asked.
Tails let out a long breath, letting his shoulders fall.
"I don't know. I don't recognize any of this, and neither does the computer."
Knuckles stared out the view-port, seeing nothing but a bright orange planet and it's sun.
Tails typed a few commands into the computer while Sonic and Knuckles watched. Suddenly Tails swung his chair around, but didn't make eye contact with either of them.
"Bad news. I don't . . . really think . . . that we are in the same galaxy as Earth. And we aren't in the closest one to it, because I've mapped that one with long range-"
"So we're stuck?"
". . .For now."
"You little-" Knuckles raised his arm at Tails, but Sonic held his arm to Knuckles' chest and held him where he was. Then he knelt down to Tails' eye-level and nudged his chin up, looking him in the eye.
"We'll get out of this."
"Right." A determined Tails went back to work at the computer.
Sonic took a look at the planet beneath them. It was a fiery orange color, with little flashing lights streaking around above it.
"Tails. What are those lights?"
"What?" Tails looked out the view-port, then hurriedly went back to the computer. "It looks like a battle, Sonic."
"A battle? Well, we don't want to get caught up in it. Fly us outta here."
"I would, but the ship's engines are toast. The force of the jump actually destroyed them."
A sudden jolt sent Knuckles and Sonic into the wall.
"What the heck was that?" Screamed Knuckles.
"I don't know! It's some sort of tractor beam. One of those ships is pulling us in."
They all looked out the view-port. The space above an orange planet erupted in laser-fire as two warring fleets of spaceships were engaged in a massive battle.
On one side, ships colored a menacing purple and black, almost all twice the size of the other fleet's ships, though they were much smaller in number. Their design was very sharp and dangerous looking, with pointed wings and triangular-shaped craft.
The other fleet was made up of several different types of ships, all bearing a similar blue and gold color scheme. Some looked like the paint had been recently applied, while others looked like they had been built with it.
They were getting pulled towards the biggest ship of the blue and gold fleet, obviously the one leading the rest of the fleet.
Their ship was pulled into a hanger full of soldiers, ready to capture them, or worse.