Post by Norris on Apr 7, 2009 0:16:26 GMT -5
Sonic X: Collision - Part 2
Chapter One
"Are you absolutely serious?" Knuckles leapt forward when Chris had finished.
"Quite serious," Chris nodded. "Everything has its own gravitational field, including an entire universe. The field of Mac's universe had been the only thing deflecting Anti-Mobius and stopping it from crashing into ours,"
"But if everything has a gravitational field, won't ours just bounce Anti-Mobius back again?"
"If it was strong enough, yes, but just like people, universes can differ in size as well. The smaller they are, the weaker the gravitational field. Mac's world was much larger than ours, and so the gravity was strong enough to deflect the antiverse. Now that it's gone, our tiny universe could be heading for big trouble,"
"I'll kill Mephiles if he ever comes back here! I swear I will!" Knuckles snarled, punching a fist into his hand. He shot an icy glare at Mac, who was still moping in a chair in the corner of the room. His tail was draped around the back like a scarf, whilst his head hung low on his shoulders.
"OK, so we know the danger," Sonic spoke up, predicting a possible showdown. "But just what can we do about it? Can't you think of any way we can reverse all of this?"
"Well," Chris rubbed his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully. "There is one way we could reverse it, but it's a big gamble. If the Chaos Control were to be manipulated again, but this time channelling energy into the Master Emerald rather than away from it, then we might be able to resurrect that single universe that was destroyed, and it's gravitational field might just deflect the antiverse,"
"But we don't even know where the Master Emerald is!" Amy flapped her arms impatiently at the group. "Anyway, don't universes take millions of years to orbit around that...whatever it is they orbit around?"
"Normally, yes," Chris nodded slightly. "But Mephiles seems to have left another mess for us to clean up. As well as destroying one universe, the energy given out by the Master Emerald seems to have accelerated the speed of the surviving dimensions," Amy responded with a frustrated grunt and a hard kick to the door, hurting her foot.
"And there is one person here who might know where the Master Emerald is," Knuckles spoke up, turning his sights on the depressed squirrel once again.
Chapter Two
On Anti-Mobius, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm for a doomed planet. Scourge, hoping to clear the planet before impact with Mobius, was making preparations for the squad to evacuate the planet before impact.
That is, of course, after he had sent an agent across to Mobius to find out what Sonic and the others were up to. His sense of curiosity was too great to focus on anything else, and even now as his associates prepared the gleaming, chrome spacecraft that would carry them safely away before impact, Scourge was briefing his new agent.
"We have a TransMat unit that'll take you down onto Mobius not far from the capital city," the green hedgehog explained slyly. "But to get back, you'll need this wristpad. Just push 6 three times and then press Enter," His agent, who was hidden in the shadow of the spacecraft, reached out a hand for the wristpad. The hand was covered in a white, elbow-length glove, which very quickly disappeared back into the shadow afterwards.
"You sure you can handle this?" Scourge asked after a while. "I've heard of your reputation, and all I'm asking for here is just a spy job,"
"If I can kill ten people and escape suspicion, then I can handle a little bit of spying," answered the voice. It was the smooth, feisty tone of a woman constantly on the run.
"Just make sure you do it right. It's what Sonic's up to I want to know about. Nobody else, understand?"
In the darkness, a pair of thick lips curved into a smile.
Chapter Three
"I believe him," Sonic said after a while. "He looks too scared to be lying,"
"He'd better be," Knuckles grunted. "If he's holding out on us, he'd better have a damned good reason for doing so,"
"What could he possibly have to hide?" Tails intervened. "He's just lost his home. Do you really think he'd hide the only thing that could take him back?" Knuckles said nothing, refusing to admit defeat, and instead seethed to himself with his arms folded in defiance.
"You all heard his story," Cream squeaked, walking alongside Tails towards the table in the lounge where the friends had retired to. "He never came across the Master Emerald!"
"Still," Chris thought aloud. "If Mac doesn't know about it, then who does? The only others I can think of straight from my head are Silver and Blaze, but there isn't time to try and track them down as well as the Master Emerald," For a moment, there was silence as the group lay deep in thought.
Knuckles, who was still convinced of Mac's guilt, suddenly had the thought that Tikal, the enigmatic echidna who he had been in contact with in times past, might know something of the location of the Master Emerald. Again, only time hindered his hope of locating her. But how much time did they truly have left before the final event?
"How long do we have until impact?" Knuckles asked finally, convinced that Tikal may hold the answer. Chris made a terse glance at his wristwatch and gestured silently as he made a few calculations in his head.
"If the speed of the antiverse remains constant," Chris replied. "Then we have exactly 48 hours until the final crunch comes," Nodding briskly, Knuckles stood up, looking at the small group before him.
"I'm going to take a look at the echidna ruins," the red-furred fighter announced. "I think I've got a rough idea where the Master Emerald might be," He noticed Sonic getting out of his chair, but Knuckles held out a hand to gesture Sonic to remain.
"This is something I need to do alone," he responded. "If I'm not back in the next 24 hours, you'll have to go on without me," And so saying, he leapt from his position in the lounge, out of the room, and the slam of the front door indicated his departure.
Sonic, puzzled as ever, scratched his chin thoughtfully, curious at what Knuckles might expect to find.
Chapter Four
Out on the balcony at the rear of the building, Mac was taking in the air. Ever since the others had departed, he had felt shaken. The red echidna calling himself Knuckles had been a tough interrogator, tougher than any sergeant major Mac had ever served with.
The soft breeze ruffled Mac's orange-and-cream coat of fur as his eyes, red and sore with tears, cast a view out onto the fields of wildflowers that stretched as far as the eye could see. Beyond them lay the outskirts of a city, not unlike Mac's home of Furryville, which had been destroyed along with the rest of his universe.
"Where do I go from here?" Mac asked himself in a quivering voice. "It's quite clear they don't want me here. But if not here, then where?" He gazed up at the clear, blue sky above him, with the sun just out of his view. "Isn't there anywhere in this godforsaken cosmos for me to fit in?" Dejected by these thoughts, he turned on heel, his jackboots squeaking noisily, and turned to go back inside.
The room was empty and quiet.
Yes, Mac thought, too quiet.
Unnerved by the deadness of the place, the squirrel's soldier instincts returned to action, and Mac began to tiptoe towards the door that led out into the corridor. Turning the doorknob carefully, he peered out through the tiniest crack down the darkened hallway. The lights had gone out, and the voices of the others in the lounge were incredibly faint.
Opening the door a little more, Mac stepped out into the carpeted hallway, still looking in the direction of the voices, looking for the lightswitch.
In the next moment, a hand in a white glove had slapped a white cloth against Mac's bulbous, red nose. Another gloved hand clung to the red coat of Mac's uniform to restrain him as the squirrel attempted to break free.
Already, the chloroform fumes were taking effect, and Mac's grip steadily weakened. Despite all of his best efforts to fight it, he was beginning to black out, but the hands still held him in his vice-like grip, waiting until he was fully unconscious.
"Nighty-night, sweet prince," a velvety, female voice purred into his right ear, and then Mac O'Damia passed out.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter One
"Are you absolutely serious?" Knuckles leapt forward when Chris had finished.
"Quite serious," Chris nodded. "Everything has its own gravitational field, including an entire universe. The field of Mac's universe had been the only thing deflecting Anti-Mobius and stopping it from crashing into ours,"
"But if everything has a gravitational field, won't ours just bounce Anti-Mobius back again?"
"If it was strong enough, yes, but just like people, universes can differ in size as well. The smaller they are, the weaker the gravitational field. Mac's world was much larger than ours, and so the gravity was strong enough to deflect the antiverse. Now that it's gone, our tiny universe could be heading for big trouble,"
"I'll kill Mephiles if he ever comes back here! I swear I will!" Knuckles snarled, punching a fist into his hand. He shot an icy glare at Mac, who was still moping in a chair in the corner of the room. His tail was draped around the back like a scarf, whilst his head hung low on his shoulders.
"OK, so we know the danger," Sonic spoke up, predicting a possible showdown. "But just what can we do about it? Can't you think of any way we can reverse all of this?"
"Well," Chris rubbed his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully. "There is one way we could reverse it, but it's a big gamble. If the Chaos Control were to be manipulated again, but this time channelling energy into the Master Emerald rather than away from it, then we might be able to resurrect that single universe that was destroyed, and it's gravitational field might just deflect the antiverse,"
"But we don't even know where the Master Emerald is!" Amy flapped her arms impatiently at the group. "Anyway, don't universes take millions of years to orbit around that...whatever it is they orbit around?"
"Normally, yes," Chris nodded slightly. "But Mephiles seems to have left another mess for us to clean up. As well as destroying one universe, the energy given out by the Master Emerald seems to have accelerated the speed of the surviving dimensions," Amy responded with a frustrated grunt and a hard kick to the door, hurting her foot.
"And there is one person here who might know where the Master Emerald is," Knuckles spoke up, turning his sights on the depressed squirrel once again.
Chapter Two
On Anti-Mobius, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm for a doomed planet. Scourge, hoping to clear the planet before impact with Mobius, was making preparations for the squad to evacuate the planet before impact.
That is, of course, after he had sent an agent across to Mobius to find out what Sonic and the others were up to. His sense of curiosity was too great to focus on anything else, and even now as his associates prepared the gleaming, chrome spacecraft that would carry them safely away before impact, Scourge was briefing his new agent.
"We have a TransMat unit that'll take you down onto Mobius not far from the capital city," the green hedgehog explained slyly. "But to get back, you'll need this wristpad. Just push 6 three times and then press Enter," His agent, who was hidden in the shadow of the spacecraft, reached out a hand for the wristpad. The hand was covered in a white, elbow-length glove, which very quickly disappeared back into the shadow afterwards.
"You sure you can handle this?" Scourge asked after a while. "I've heard of your reputation, and all I'm asking for here is just a spy job,"
"If I can kill ten people and escape suspicion, then I can handle a little bit of spying," answered the voice. It was the smooth, feisty tone of a woman constantly on the run.
"Just make sure you do it right. It's what Sonic's up to I want to know about. Nobody else, understand?"
In the darkness, a pair of thick lips curved into a smile.
Chapter Three
"I believe him," Sonic said after a while. "He looks too scared to be lying,"
"He'd better be," Knuckles grunted. "If he's holding out on us, he'd better have a damned good reason for doing so,"
"What could he possibly have to hide?" Tails intervened. "He's just lost his home. Do you really think he'd hide the only thing that could take him back?" Knuckles said nothing, refusing to admit defeat, and instead seethed to himself with his arms folded in defiance.
"You all heard his story," Cream squeaked, walking alongside Tails towards the table in the lounge where the friends had retired to. "He never came across the Master Emerald!"
"Still," Chris thought aloud. "If Mac doesn't know about it, then who does? The only others I can think of straight from my head are Silver and Blaze, but there isn't time to try and track them down as well as the Master Emerald," For a moment, there was silence as the group lay deep in thought.
Knuckles, who was still convinced of Mac's guilt, suddenly had the thought that Tikal, the enigmatic echidna who he had been in contact with in times past, might know something of the location of the Master Emerald. Again, only time hindered his hope of locating her. But how much time did they truly have left before the final event?
"How long do we have until impact?" Knuckles asked finally, convinced that Tikal may hold the answer. Chris made a terse glance at his wristwatch and gestured silently as he made a few calculations in his head.
"If the speed of the antiverse remains constant," Chris replied. "Then we have exactly 48 hours until the final crunch comes," Nodding briskly, Knuckles stood up, looking at the small group before him.
"I'm going to take a look at the echidna ruins," the red-furred fighter announced. "I think I've got a rough idea where the Master Emerald might be," He noticed Sonic getting out of his chair, but Knuckles held out a hand to gesture Sonic to remain.
"This is something I need to do alone," he responded. "If I'm not back in the next 24 hours, you'll have to go on without me," And so saying, he leapt from his position in the lounge, out of the room, and the slam of the front door indicated his departure.
Sonic, puzzled as ever, scratched his chin thoughtfully, curious at what Knuckles might expect to find.
Chapter Four
Out on the balcony at the rear of the building, Mac was taking in the air. Ever since the others had departed, he had felt shaken. The red echidna calling himself Knuckles had been a tough interrogator, tougher than any sergeant major Mac had ever served with.
The soft breeze ruffled Mac's orange-and-cream coat of fur as his eyes, red and sore with tears, cast a view out onto the fields of wildflowers that stretched as far as the eye could see. Beyond them lay the outskirts of a city, not unlike Mac's home of Furryville, which had been destroyed along with the rest of his universe.
"Where do I go from here?" Mac asked himself in a quivering voice. "It's quite clear they don't want me here. But if not here, then where?" He gazed up at the clear, blue sky above him, with the sun just out of his view. "Isn't there anywhere in this godforsaken cosmos for me to fit in?" Dejected by these thoughts, he turned on heel, his jackboots squeaking noisily, and turned to go back inside.
The room was empty and quiet.
Yes, Mac thought, too quiet.
Unnerved by the deadness of the place, the squirrel's soldier instincts returned to action, and Mac began to tiptoe towards the door that led out into the corridor. Turning the doorknob carefully, he peered out through the tiniest crack down the darkened hallway. The lights had gone out, and the voices of the others in the lounge were incredibly faint.
Opening the door a little more, Mac stepped out into the carpeted hallway, still looking in the direction of the voices, looking for the lightswitch.
In the next moment, a hand in a white glove had slapped a white cloth against Mac's bulbous, red nose. Another gloved hand clung to the red coat of Mac's uniform to restrain him as the squirrel attempted to break free.
Already, the chloroform fumes were taking effect, and Mac's grip steadily weakened. Despite all of his best efforts to fight it, he was beginning to black out, but the hands still held him in his vice-like grip, waiting until he was fully unconscious.
"Nighty-night, sweet prince," a velvety, female voice purred into his right ear, and then Mac O'Damia passed out.
TO BE CONTINUED
