OOC: Hope this is okay.

And just to make sure, is this limited to any specific Sonic universe or is it an amalgamation of all of them?

IC:
Outskirts of the former Egg Heart Zone

The robotic being walked forwards, slowly but surely, until he arrived upon the cliff overlooking the remains of the once grand Egg Heart Zone. All that remained off the former, mechanically impressive site was little more then rubble and ruin, spare parts of blunted and ruined metal. It was once a sight of power. Now, it was nothing more then a sign of defeat of the lost powerful Dr. Robotnik.

Which made things exceptionally better for himself. The robots face guard raised slightly, giving the impression of almost a twisted smile. But, being the robotic creature he was, this looked far more horrendous then natural. But the being didnt care. Soon, this mud ball that remained would be his.

The machine slowly turned, taking a long, last look at the devastation, before comfortably walking away. The robot was a pure bred creation of Dr. Robotnik, one of his latest creations before his ultimate demise. And one, that was probably one of its greatest failures, for, although in its respect it is one of the more powerful machines left, it was the one which thought for itself the most as well. It had its own aspirations, its own agenda. One it aimed to fulfil.

Its body was gold and purple; one of human proportions (thus making it appear large then standard Mobians) and on one of its metallic arms was the shape of a head of a dinosaur, its mouth wide open, an eye facing nowhere. Its right hand was a normal hand, however one reinforced with strength. He had large armour plated shoulders and feet, and extending from his lower back was the form of a flexible, robotic dinosaur tail. The remainder of it looked as normal as a human sized robot would be, except for its dark, silvered face, and piercing red eyes. One gaze was enough to inspire terror!

His name was Tyrannus, and his would be the next bold age of lordship on this puny planet. Robians, Mobians, and all other normal Badnik creations would bow down to a land subjugated in fear, and primal savagery! For it was an age of dinosaur esque machines he desired!

This is offically SatAM and/or Archie, HOWEVER feel free to add any element you feel will add to the story.

OOC: *cackles* this will roight royaly screw over a Crims smear's brain...

Also Pach, that sounds familiar, has somebody been watching Beast Wars too much? Hmmmmmmm?

IC:

Crimson's optics flikered as the combined physical and electromagnetic shockwaves of Robotropolis's explosion gave him a metaphorical tap on the back. And his true mind awoke.

The robotcized wolf took in his situation after that blast and considered only one thing.

He was robotic. He was immortal.

This was a while ago, since then, nothing mattered. Only the gain of power. Mobian, Robian, badnik or Pure, he cared not, all were to be his underlings now....

OOC: Ah, many thanks Alex. I was thinking it was that, but then wondered about the mention of the E-Series, and thus the possibility of the other types of universe being active.

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Also Pach, that sounds familiar, has somebody been watching Beast Wars too much? Hmmmmmmm?

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Yeeeeeeeeessssssss.

I couldnt help it. Beast Wars is too good! And BW Megs has got to be one of the best villains ever; he always had an agenda and plan for everything!

OOC: There are really no Mobians left, since they were all finally converted into Robians right before the end of Robotnik.
And the explosion took out completely only Robotnik tower, the rest of the city is mostly intact.

(OOC: Hullo, this looks pretty cool!

DANG YOU Pach! You took the base out of one of my ideas! I was gonna have Brutus, from the Fleetway StC, but your character is very similar to him, so it wouldn't work out!

Hmmm...I do have a backup plan though...)

AUTO-REPAIR FUNCTION COMPLETED.

Neural pathways re-established.
Circuits functional.
Power Core stable.

COMMENCING REBOOT.........25%.........50%.......75%........

SYSTEM OPPERATIVE.

Software nominal.
Personality subroutines intact.
Objective list defined: Primary objective...Sonic the Hedgehog.

The wastes of the tower lay on the ground, broken and crushed, now nothing more than a pile of rubble.Nothing moved, apart from the smoke of a few fires that still burned in the shattered remnants, flickering against the dark grey of cold metal like spirits in the night. How long had it been since the tower fell...a day, a mont, a year?

CLANG!

Chunks of metal and concrete suddenly went flying into the air, landing several feet away and rolling across the rubble! The movement was on the outer edge of the devestation, away from the main force of the blast.

CRASH! More debris went flying, and out of the hole underneath pertruded a shape...a silver metal hand, with spiked, clawed fingers, clenched into the shape of a fist! The fist slowly unclenched and the arm dropped to the rubble mound, clawing away at the dirt, digging into the mess.

A glowing red eye appeared in the hole...

A shimmer of blue metal emerged from under a sheet of steel...

Slowly, deliberately, the figure clambered out of the wreckage and stood, looking round. Though Sonic the Hedgehog had been killed in the attack on the tower, his metal couterpart, who had been chasing him and hadn't been as close to the explosion, had survived!

ATTEMPTING TO CONNECT TO CENTRAL COMPUTER...
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CONNECTION FAILED. CONTACT WITH DOCTOR ROBOTNIK IMPOSSIBLE.

Re-ordering objectives...

New primary objective: Locate Doctor Robotnik.

Metal Sonic turned to look at the devastation. Nobody could have survived that...but Robotnik may have escaped before the blast. He set off into the rest of the city at top speed, making for all of Robotnik's "Safe houses", points for him to use as base incase his main hideout was destroyed...

OOC: As thread creator, I'll do what I have to do to keep things going. Also, unless the character's owner objects, write what you have to keep the story going.
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The SWAT bots went about their tasks the best they could, gripping as hard as they could to their sense of sanity. If Lord Robotnik was dead, they were supposed to hunt down and slaughter as many organics as possible and go down fighting. But there were no more organics, all animals had been converted.
The shock wave from the destruction of Egg Heart Zone had shook the entire city. Knocking over meaningless nic-nacks and shaking many of the factories to their foundations. The factories were all fairly okay, except for one detail, there was no need for them anymore, there were no more enemies to destroy, no more people to conquer, no need for more weapons.
Still, to repair the moderate damage was something to keep their programming from freezing up.
The robians worked dauntlessly, welding things back into place. The SWAT bots were directed the repairs to the best of their AIs, the robians used to taking orders obeyed. Their lone e-1000 model marched around the repair sight 'looking for enemies' finding none of course.
They had no master, and no enemies, a truly frightening lack of 'purpose' was slowly feeling each of them, machines existed purely to fulfill a purpose. Now that purpose was gone . . .
"Sir." The SWAT bot, 427-Z, noticed the Robian, with the main computer destroyed, they were all reduced to verbal communication. The Robian was female, mongoose, yellow metal, it's head plating was purple. "We've repaired the primary hover craft assembly line. Requesting labor group C's next objective."
427-Z racked it category tree, seeking what hadn't been repaired yet, dreading when there was nothing left. "Locate all damaged Robians in the immediate area: repair salvageable units and cannibalize all robots past the point of recovery for reusable components."
"Orders accepted." The yellow Robian nodded her head returning to her sub group to convey the order.
Meanwhile, the E-1000 saw an unregistered robot on a ledge a mile above the factory, since Tyrannus was the last construction by Robotnik, the Mad scientist had died before he could add him to the list of his robots, the E-1000 shot off one round, but it was already gone, the e-1000 hadn't had a chance to get a lock. Still, it was an unknown machines, and that meant it could be an enemy! Something to shoot at! Yes. The E-1000 locked and loaded, not breaking it's perimeter limit of course, it did have orders to protect the factory after all.
The E-1000, along with others, saw the blue streak in the sky, they recognized the image, it was unit Metal Sonic. He was still functional! . . . maybe they could all busy themselves to the junk heap together . . .

=Robotnik Bio-signs not detected. Robotnik bio-signs not detected. Robotnik Bio-signs not dtected=
'This can't be happening,' thought Metalla, both Sonic and Robotnik could not be dead. One he could adjust his programming for, both . . . Metalla didn't let that line of processing to prevent from crashing his OS.

The yellow Robian accompanied by another female Robian this one a red metaled fox , and a green armored male turtle pushed aside a slab of dislocated concrete, finding a red colored wolf Robian, an exposed power cable right behind him. He looked functional. But there was something odd about the look in his optic scanners.
"Are you fully functional?" The yellow Robian asked the wolf.
"I couldn't be better." The wolf Robian replied.
The fox Robian looked at the exposed power lines, she saw the scorch marks on his head plating. The fox Robian took a step back.

I cant believe what youre saying, an unfamiliar voice came from around the gathered robians, surprising them all as they each swivelled round to eye the unexpected newcomer. Their sensors and scanners operated continuously as more and more data streamed into their processors and new memory banks.

The figure before them was a roboticised anthropomorphic rabbit. Its entire body was coated in a dull, yellowish coloured armour plating, its once long floppy ears now continuously fixed into one, still position. Its eyes bore the same red glow as the others, yet there was something different within it. The rest of the rabbit appeared like a normal rabbit would, apart from one given difference. Upon its right arm, instead of a normal hand was a strange metal artifice shaped in the form of a bow.

Once upon a time, the rabbit had been a Freedom Fighter Archer, his bow his weapon. But in the last moments, as the rest of the population was roboticised, his bow had been grafted to the rest of his form. In some ways it was a curse, but in others a blessing. Whilst it no longer fired normal arrows, instead it launched energy esque arrow bolts, a much more deadlier weapon. In this new age, if it had been like the rest of the Robians, there would have been no need for such a thing. But instead, something strange had happened. His body had changed, been twisted in a new and startling form but his mind had not. He was still the Freedom Fighter called Alex. And in this new, desperate world, there was much more now to fight for.

I cant believe youre using terms like functioning! Alex shouted at the group, despite the situation with the power cables and the roboticised wolf. Dont any of you remember? About who youre meant to be?!

The hulking form moved away from Robotropolis calmly and calculatingly. He had sensed the wayward energy shot that was aimed at him from down below, but he wasnt afraid of it or perturbed about an attack. As he had sensed, the energy shot had little power to it, and his grand machinations wouldnt spare the time to get in a senseless fight with a weakling machine.

Tyrannus foot clanged upon the ground, and the mud and dirt that came from upon the remaining cliff was lifted up and cast aside, as something once buried underneath lifted its way into the air, underneath Tyrannus feet, and then picking him up.

As Tyrannus body was slowly being lifted into the air, the object which had came from out of the ground was steadily more and more visible, easier to see. It was circle, floating disc shaped machine. A creation of Tyrannus, and something placed in this area if the need ever arose. Such as scaling distance through this meagre form of flying. He was disgusted at his creator, Dr. Robotnik, for failing to not bother programming him a flight ability, but it made little difference when Tyrannus himself could create the means anyway.

As it was, Tyrannus had plans on not only reformatting the entire planet into one of unbridled savagery, but also in transforming the rest of his body and purging his weaknesses. Such things though required time, unfortunately. Tyrannus was an impatient being.

He gritted his teeth, and through a mental command to the floating disc, it carried him away, from the site of the cliff and Robotroplis, to his hidden lair and laboratory, where he intended to continue his schemes and bring about the creation of a personal army; the first stage to achieve his goals.

He had lost all purpose, and also the only one who could give him a new purpose.

All of the herows were dead or roboticized, and Robotnik was no more. He was cetain of this now.

Metal Sonic slowly de-activated his boosters and dropped to the floor with a clunk in a back alley of the city. What now...?

His metal brain struggled to work out the situation. He worked for the Doctor...his wishes were to be carried out. Since he was no longer available to give new orders, logic dictated that his final orders be carried out to the letter, which, he had noticed, the SWATbots and others were doing to some degree already, but they were largely unco-ordinated, more of a rabble than an army.

And he outranked them all.

Strictly speaking he hadn't been given a rank. He was a loner, a standalone project. But all the other robots, roboticised Mobians, all of them, had been created to perform multiple tasks...whatever was needed at the time.

He had been crated with the sole purpose of destroying Sonic and the rest of the Freedom Fighters. Nothing more, nothing less. This goal was much more important to Robotnik than any of the other goals he had, which would locically mean he, Metal Sonic, was more important that all the others.

It was his responsibillity to take control, and reaffirm his dead master's grip on the city, and indeed, the world!

It took mere moments for his circuits to descover this conclusion. Moments later he was charging through the streets of the city, back towards the main hub of activity he had seen while overflying the area earlier.

Sure enough, as he approached the area, he spotted the E series robot still on guard duty, stomping up and down the road like a soldier on parade.

Sonic raced up to it, stopping a few feet away, directly in it's path. "E-unit." his grating, metal voice rang out. "I am hearby assumuing command of Doctor Robotnik's forces in his absence. Identify yourself!"

A pair of red eyes lit up in the shadows in the recesses of a shadowed laboratory. "Programming complete...WARNING. Power surge imminent. Source of sure emanating from Egg Heart Zone." Electricity filled the laboratory, causing a lone hedgehog-shaped figure, strapped to a table, to raise its chest and scream in a shrill, metallic whine.

-A day later-

"Program malfunction. Accept changes? Y/N" It...no, he...wanted to live..."Y." "Accepted. Booting up."

The metal, gold-colored, gleamed in the light that shone through the windows. "My name..." it said, stepping up behind the E-Series, "is Geiss."

OOC:
CyKairus and Crimson Darkwolfe neither of you have really given enough information for your characters to anyone else to write about them. Please fill us in.
Otherwise I'd write the reaction for your character CyKairus. (since I have no idea the 'glass' came from and how he could have sneaked up on Metal Sonic)

I should have said this before, my bad.
Name:
Species:
Machine type: (Robian via 'robotized', 'born' as Robian, badnik shell, constructed)
Mental Status:
Memory state:
Loyalties:
Personality Pros:
Personality Flaws:
Age at Robotization/Time since construction:
Motivation:

Who here has played Digital Devil Saga?

You guys do know who these three robians are right? (see archie comics)

"While the Robotization process when used on a living brain results in a computer that accepts commands from the Roboticizer's operator from that point onward: within that results could vary greatly. The result could be a drive less thing that was no better than any clumsy pile of tin put together on a science geek's lunch break, to a raving zealot to the 'wisdom and greatness' of the roboticizer's operator.
The true reason behind people losing their free will upon a complete change had frustrated Sir Charles Hedgehog to no end, thus the reason he had abandoned the project in the first place.
Ironically the answer was found in nature, not electronics. When a brain was robotized, it had to boot itself up for the first time upon the conversion, and it could be said that the Robian was being 'born' again, and thus like anything just born: 'imprinted' on the machine's operator (maybe Robotnik insisting on being present for all Robotizations wasn't just for his own entertainment). Thus maybe why Robotnik was able to make Robians more 'autonomous' over the years without undermining this 'imprinting.'
The least known fact about the process is that when used on the hopelessly mentally ill, it had the odd effect of curing the subject's dementia and enabling them to keep their free will. Needless to say Robotnik kept this quite and destroyed all Robian created from lunatics and the like after his first take over.
Early models had the limit AI that was created during the process and self awareness of the subject be separate (thus stories about de-robotized people talking about watching his hands and voice act on their own and not being able to tell them what to do themselves.) but this 'problem' was corrected in Robotnik's later models enabling Robians to use skills they had while living things and even remember 'pre-boot up information.'
But the core 'problem' remained. Those changed either saw their memories as belonging to someone else, or saw it through a kind of haze, either way making picking up the feeling- connected with the memories impossible. In rarer cases those changed saw their memories through bot colored glasses, seeing born as 'built' and a wedding night as a 'data transfer' and so on. But no matter the initial results, those changed more often than not, simply let their memories . . . go." 'From The Steel Cage Report' by Rotor 'Boomer' Walrus, later: R&D Robian number W-103.

The E-1000 saw that sadly this was not something he could shot at: this was Mecha-Bot 01, Metal Sonic, Metalla. So it was still online, stunning. The E-1000 had assumed Metal Sonic had been destroyed the same time the Priority One Hedgehog and Master Robotnik had been terminated.
Its biological CPU readjusted these facts. Then it heard the robot's declaration about being the new master. This was rather odd. Then Metal demanded to know the E-series ID, this it could comply.
"Sir, E-102 Patterned Mass Production Model. 'E-1000', no code name registered."
A fun idea struck Metal Sonic. "Bow!"
The E-series stared at him stupidly. "You are not Master Robotnik."
That wasn't how it was supposed to go. "I AM Master now! Now get with the bowing!"
"Primary command: 'Bow To None Except Master Robotnik.' Master Robotnik is dead, therefore, I now bow to no one."
"Ugh!" Maybe the other models would be more useful, he couldn't restore the city and the rest of the empire by himself. "I am assuming control of Master Robotik's Armies."
"Affirmative."
"That makes me Master!"
"Negative."
"Was your CPU damaged in the blast?"
"Heart rate and brain waves within normal parameters."
'Stupid Flickes.' He had always insisted on working solo in his fights against Sonic. Now he was regretting it. "You're part of the Eggman Army E-1000! Now follow my orders."
"What are your orders?"
Metal then realized that maybe the whole 'bow at my feet' thing wasn't really the best thing to ask first of the E-series. Okay, check, can't get bots to bow at feet. Next order of business:
"Report on status."
"One unregistered robot seen three minutes and forth seven second ago at coordinates 9998, 5610. Fired one round at unknown machine, unknown machine withdrew, no orders to pursue."
"Describe." Why did the main computer have to be off line? Verbal talking was just so slow.
"Reptile/Overlander hybrid base design, Six feet in height, violet and gold metal alloy. Combat abilities unknown."
That sounded like something Metal had seen in pieces around Robotnik's personal robotic's lab. What was it called? Timmy? Tory? Tube-Ran-Ran? He hadn't bothered to listen in. Bot had likely wandered off stupidly once Robotnik was dead. And if Metal wasn't careful, that was what they were all going to do.
"Carry on! Report any trespassers to me at once."
"Aye Aye, Will Comply."
Metal sped off towards where the bad organized repair work was underway. It was time to take charge.
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"So what are we gonna do when our objective list is complete?" The SWAT Bot asked his partner as the robians worked tirelessly as always, why did they have to be so dang good at their job?
"Suffer system freeze like everyone else."
"I calculate we could play cards."
"For what? There are no prisoners to guards to trade duty shifts with, there's no where to invade, all the animals are like us now, and Master Robotnik is dead, so we don't have to clean his bathtub anymore."
"You miss that?"
"No."
"We could open that can of premium oil we were gonna split at the doctor's victory party to himself."
"A toast to shutting down?"
"Better than nothin'."
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The mongoose robian now herself was worried. When Egg Heart Zone was destroyed along with Dr Eggman and Priority One 'My Sonic' the power surge had driven more than a few bots crazy. Some Robians had lost the glow in their red eyes and had run where ever they had beyond the city and it's junk yard and the barely alive Great Forest. The yellow Robian herself hadn't had a chance to ask them what they were up to or for them to come back, her left leg had been smashed off her by an unsupported support beam at the time, it had taken her hours to reconnect all the wires to her hip by hand. Others had truly just gone glitchy, walked through walls and back again going in circle until they ran a rut in the ground. She had even seen one SWAT bot take off all it's body armor and begin dancing it's circuits for everyone to see. Ugh, she wished she could erase that from her memory.
The Red Fox mobian herself had experienced a close class when a purple weasel robian with it's crack eye plate flickering on and off jumped at her looking ready to tear out her still powered central processor crying promises of death. She was sure if it hadn't been for a high powered wielding torch she had grabbed in a panic and by sheer chance torched his head off his shoulder, she was sure she'd a pile of scrap metal right about now.
All things considered, she tensed her servos in case either male Robian made any sudden moves. The male turtle robian just stood there docile talking with his nanite friends once confined to his shell who now ran the entire course of his body.
"Who are you? What's your ID number and function?" The yellow robain asked the rabbit robot.
"?! . . . my name- is Alex. And it's not function it's my job and I'm an Archer for the Freedom Fighters!"
The robot mongoose looked at him for several seconds forgetting about the wolf behind her who looked to be from the cyber fox's point of view . . . sizing . . . . her, up? The fox bot struggled to retrieve the verbal data folder on what that meant. With the main computer destroyed beyond any hope of repair (there wasn't enough left to build a calculator out of), all bots were still in the process of transferring processing power from pure data steam influx to their language skills.
The mongoose just stared at Alex from here to eternity until, she burst out laughing, an rather odd thing for any bot to do, for them, humor was mostly a dead art. "Apologies. But you do- know how . . . searching . . . foolish you sound saying that correct? Are your reasoning circuits damaged? Maybe you should have your head examined."
"I'm serious! Can't you see?"
"A Freedom Fighter's function is to destroy Master Robotnik. Master Robotnik is dead. A Freedom Fighter is a non-machine or works with non-machines. There are no non-machines lefts and wouldn't be now in this city after the blast, the E-series bio-CPUs are surviving only due to lead lining in their shells. Therefore, you can not be a Freedom Fighter."
"I'm here to free you!"
The mongoose robian looked around at the desolate city nothing moving now except the bots trying to patch it back together, the factories now purposeless, and their city without a king or dictator. "Congrats. You've freed us. Now give yourself a diagnostic, and help out already."

OOC: How was that?

OOC: Very very impressive. All of the characters, including my own and other people seem to be roleplayed very much in-character and to such a startling degree as well. I also like the fairly dark, gritty and ironic humour in your posts. It fits the scene well enough and is executed very well.

All in all, this is shaping up to be a very interesting and high potential experience.

Btw, is the turtle supposed to be (the dreaded) Tommy Turtle? And the mongoose Mina? The red wolf Fiona? As for the wolf, Im not sure since I havent read any of the Archie comics for a good while.
Sadly, I havent played Devil Digital Saga. What is it like, RPG, Platformer, Action etc? And for what console is it for? If its anything like this RP it might be interesting to search for.

Name: Tyrannus
Species: Overlander/ Tyrannosaurus Rex hybrid
Machine type: Constructed
Mental Status: Difficult to determine. One would say healthy, but then how do you determine healthy? He can think calculatingly and has reason, but his ambitions could be considered abnormal.
Memory state: Perfect since his creation, but as he was only created a short while ago, this doesnt equate to much.
Loyalties: Himself and his own personal agenda.
Personality Pros: Calculating, logical and determinate. He also has a reasonable level of intelligence to operate his own hidden headquarters and to even construct further machines.
Personality Flaws: His agenda and aims, as well as some of his personality pros such as calculating, logical and determinate could be seen as flaws to others. His desire for a savage age brings about trouble on its own.
Time since construction: Hmm. About a couple of months, maybe?
Motivation: His aims is to change and reformat the world into his owns desires and grand image; reverting the world to what he considers is Tyrannus law; Survival of the Fittest. To this end, he aims to destroy all control and reasoning in the world and to turn all life back into a savage and primal essence. How he aims to achieve these goals is only kept in Tyrannus mind.

Name: Alex
Species: Rabbit
Machine type: Robian via 'robotized'
Mental Status: Again, difficult to determine. He can remember his true self and his true purpose, yet this mental state is slowly draining away, being replaced by the desperation of the new world. Despite this, he retains hope of restoring the world to what it once was, organic, and to bring about a re-civilised existence again.
Memory state: Perfect. He can remember all of his past existence.
Loyalties: To a dead faction? Alexs loyalties lie within the Freedom Fighters, but with no Freedom Fighters apparently left, he finds that he could be unfortunately on his own.
Personality Pros: The fact that he can remember his memory. He has a rational mind and is generally, or was generally, a kind hearted person. Determined.
Personality Flaws: The slow decline of his own mental sanity in a world gone mad.
Age at Robotization: 17
Motivation: To find any and all other Freedom Fighters that have their memory restored/to try and restore the memory of past Freedom Fighters. He then seeks to restore this world to a civilised state and the way it was before Robotnik, and to that end a way to reverse the effects of the robotization process, if such a process exists.

Alexs robotic face looked down towards the ground, almost... heart broken? To these new people, Robians he saw before them, it wouldnt be called that. They didnt have hearts at least any longer. But to him, himself, even if he didnt have the organ and muscle itself, he still had the principle of it. He wouldnt quit just like that.

Free. Alex muttered, as he walked forwards. This isnt freedom!

The metalled red fox, green turtle and yellow mongoose took unhesitant steps backwards. Data streamed into their systems, but for all intents and purpose, they couldnt understand what the rabbit was aiming to achieve next.

He crouched down, beside the wolf who was still trapped atop him. Alexs eyesopticseyes looked at the trapped being below, and then the exposed power cables dangerously close to him. Alex considered for a moment why the group of Robians hadnt yet helped him but also realized that maybe his interruption stopped that. But, the cold calculating and unfeeling expression he saw from the red fox didnt make Alex feel confident or comfortable that they would have done something. Either way, he was here, and he was going to make a point.

He placed his left hand and solidly clutched the rubble, gripping it. He then tried his best to secure the bow esque limb on his right arm into the rubble as well. Then, the rabbit exerted all his strength, slowly, slowly, lifting the rubble upwards. Making a gap big enough to free the trapped Robian Wolf.

The robotization had made Alex stronger, yet if that was the trade off, humanity and your true self just for strength, he would easily pass it. Now, however, he was undesirably forced into the circumstances.

Cmon buddy. Move! Alex spoke to the Robian Wolf, who looked up slightly confusingly at the rabbit just as the rest of the group did, but understanding what the rabbits simple words meant, crawled out of the entrapment he was once in. Once the Wolf was out, Alex let go of the rubble, and it fell to the ground with loud thoom. They had managed to do in good enough time to avoid danger with the exposed power lines.

Alex turned back, looking to the rest of the Robians, his left hand clutching where his stomach would have once been, his back arched forward slightly. As if he would be panting, and yet he didnt have respiratory lungs in which to do so! This procedure confused the group around Alex. Alex, finally aware of the situation, immediately stopped it. Old habits were hard to break.

Youre not free. Not truly free. Alex said, turning back to the assembled group of four; turtle, fox, mongoose and wolf. This metal casing, he thumped his body, a loud clank coming from it. This isnt freedom. Its restraining us! This world is restraining us! The group looked, silent, confused. Were not supposed to be like this! Were supposed to be organic!

OOC: He was in the building the E-1000 was patrolling.

At any rate...

Name: "Geiss"
Species: Hedgehog
Machine type: Construct, similar in weapons systems, propulsion drives and chassis to the Silver Sonic Mk II unit.
Mental Status: Stable
Memory state: Normal, considering it was just activated.
Loyalties: No one yet
Personality Pros: Cautious
Personality Flaws: seems selfish
Time since Activation: approximately 24 hours
Motivation: Survival. After the surge, all that was left in his programming was his self-preservation mode. His other systems are slowly recovering.

OOC: Yes, your guesses on who they are is correct.
Digital Devil saga is a game for the PS2. Without giving away the story. Everyone in the game at the start has gray eyes, when they gain emotions, their eyes gain color.
And I guess the settle does have parallels here.

The wolf is Crimson Darkwolfe's character, the one with the delusions of megalomania.
Since it seems he's not interested in making another post, maybe it was a mistake to include him in mine. Fiona is a fox BTW.
Do ya know Ash Mongoose? Just checking.

The E-1000 wasn't in a building to begin with.

If Alex recognizes who they are, then he should say so.

IC:

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"Chuck truly was the only one, besides maybe Robotnik, maybe, who truly understood how the dang machine worked. And even he never understood why the first de-robotizers' subject constantly reverted after a few hours. Some suggested left over nanites in the blood steam, some of Robotnik's zealots of course just said you couldn't fight progress." -- Julius Hedgehog, Robian Number A-001 (later nick named Adam by several 'natural' Robians).

"You're absolutely right." Said the red wolf Alex had just saved. "Things aren't meant to be this way." The metal wolf humbly approached the rabbit machine. "I-I remember! My name is Crimson! I wasn't always a robot! I used to be flesh and blood!"
Alex felt overjoyed, someone else did remember, someone else did know. Together they could help others remember, help others fight this, they wouldn't let the world be like this! They would!
Crimson surprised Alex with a hug, they Crimson's claws were sticking out Alex's back. "And I -like- being this way! But you're right, we do lack a king and country, so how about -I- be king?" Alex felt wires scream in pain as they were torn apart from his impalement and he screamed as well, an electronic wail, the likes of which he could never make when he was a living being. "Nice arm." Crimson commented his arm still in and out of Alex's lower torso. "I'll take it."
With the strength of a mad machine Crimson tore the crossbow limb at the elbow off. Alex felt oil spilling out of his innards, the motors that had replaced his muscles losing the ability to function.
The yellow mongoose leaped at Crimson from behind, he tore his claws out of Alex's . . . what did he have there now in place of his stomach? In one motion, Crimson tore a hole in the mongoose' chest, just missing vital components, but he had damaged, made her experience pain so great her scream damaged her voice box.
She managed to get a few precious choice words at him as her head swam with the agony on her body. Crimson was tackled by the armored turtle. Would have done something, but at that point, he shut down.

Alex's eyes flickered back to life as he struggled to remember what happened, it all came back in a flash, robotization, the wolf, the two ladies with the drop dead gorgeous curves (guess he wasn't a zombie after all if he could think of that, though it took him a second to realize he had found them attractive as -machines-, that scared him. ) he had been impaled! His arm! His arm!
"Don't get up yet, you're still connected to the back up generator. You lost a lot of lubricant. You haven't replaced it all yet." He felt a hand push him back down. He saw it was the red fox from before, he also saw she had her other hand inside him, both were back inside him in a moment. He saw he was indoors, but where he couldn't tell. Could be a hospital or a repair shop for all he knew.
"What happened." He had to ask.
"Crimson took off with your arm, ranting about how he was going to be king and 'we'd all bow before him.' . . . You're lucky to still be here, if you had been anymore damaged, you'd have been beyond recovery and be spare parts by now."
Alex was stunned silent, but confused when he realized he could feel both his arm and the supposedly missing crossbow arm. He asked the oblivious question.
"Your new arm came from a Weasel type robian who jumped me wanting to hack into my systems and smash me to bits afterwards, good use of bad rubbish."
Alex looked at the make shift crossbow weapon, it was purple, he felt . . . sick? Was that even the right word now? Still didn't stop him from feeling that way.
"Sorry." The fox said never looking up from her task. "I haven't exactly had time to paint it over to match to your natural metal color, beggars can't be choosers."
"And what you're doing right now?" Though he had a good idea and didn't like it.
"Your oil/energy converter was sliced right through, you were spilling all over your insides, not just on the ground. Don't worry, I've already adjusted the replacement parts so they'll be compatible with your system."
Though she had only done it to save his life, Alex only now truly felt violated, he was a machine, with parts of another machine being put inside him to replace the parts that were destroyed.
"To need to be organic again." He moaned.
"To die a slow agonizing death from radiation poisoning or be wheel chair bound and/or dead instead of laying here?" She continued not looking up.
"To live! To be! To feel!"
She intentionally twisted a wire the wrong way.
"Ow!"
"Happy?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Well it's sure what I meant."
Alex knew he needed to change the subject. "So how is . . . the girl who got her . . front torn up?"
"Aside from some delicate self repair work on her throat, a total repair job on the damaged section, and trying very hard to erase the space of time from her file direction, right as steel."
"Don't you mean rain?"
"Rain promotes rust."
"Where are we?"
"A repair center, the Robian wing."
"?! . . . who knows I'm here?"
"Anyone who bothers to look up the manual directory. You were registered when I brought you here."
"No . . ."
"Don't be such a proto-type. You're perfectly safe if you just stay oily still for one minutes and twelve seconds."
"I have to get out of here." He began to move his legs.
"Oh just turn it off. What are you so afraid of 'Freedom Fighter?' Reveal the location of Knotehole? Oh wait, thats' robotized. Be used as Lord Robotnik's personal torture toy? I think he's dead, and isn't coming back this time, and has his lard scattered across half the planet. Be used as bait to lure in Priority One
'Dear Sonic?' Oh yea . . . he's dead too . . . done." She placed a purple piece of metal over his 'energy converter'.
Alex instantly stood up. He couldn't help but say it. "You're good." Though he did have the urge to find some spray paint the same color as the rest of him, if anything just to help him ignore the fact he now had someone else's body parts in him.
"It's what I do. I am a nurse. Or at least the best around after the power surge melted the brains of all the official repair bots."
"So that's it? You fix me up and that's that?"
She looked at him matter of fact. "Until your power cells begin to run low, then I think you'll be begging for a function. I suggest you take one up."
"I am not a machine!"
"Scan a mirror lately?"
"I'm not supposed to be a machine! And neither are you! Don't you remember yourself?"
The red fox seemed thrown off by the question, it seemed she didn't know the answer to that herself. "What I remember . . . doesn't matter anymore . . . Mobius is dead. Now there's only Robius." Yes, Alex remember Robotnik's remaining ceremony. "The sooner you accept that and move on the better instead of clinging to the past."
"We can make Mobius live again! Make things the way they used to be! The way they're meant to be!"
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"We shall make things the way they used to be! The way they're meant to be!" Tyrannus declared aloud.
----
The Robian fox lowered her head slightly. "You just don't get it . . . Look . . . the unit who got damaged by that renegade . . . her counter part is still in Knotehole . . . with all the repairs and reorganization in the city, she doesn't have time to check on him. Could you take up the function of locating him and letting him know she hasn't erased him from her data banks?"
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The E-1000 looked at the mecha bot wondering if he finally had a target, naw, life wasn't that kind to him.
The E-1000 gave it's verbal ID codes.
"I am Geiss."
"What is your function?"
"None found."
"What is your operating number?"
"None found."
"What -does- exist in your personal data banks?"
"Preserve self."
" . . . . Report to unit Metal Sonic."
"Why?"
"Because he is acting command and chief."
"Why?"
"Because Master Robotnik is dead."
"Why?"
"Because Priority One Hedgehog blew him and himself up."
"Why?"
Needless to say, this went on for a way.

"Oh dear sweet Walkers no." Metal Sonic moaned, looking at the hedgehog shaped machine behind him. "Not -another- one." Robotnik's attempts to 'clone' him over the years had always failed amazingly. Some were just colored differently from him, others had more fire power, but their AIs always proved to be system crashing awful! Metal Sonic expected this machine to be no different. He had a strong desire to just put this one out of it's misery.

OOC: I have limited knowledge about Ash the Mongoose. I have heard of him and know of his somewhat relationship with Mina, but as I haven't collected any of the recent Archie comics at all I don't know much about him.

Alex was confused at the red foxs statement. The yellow mongoose-esque Robians partner? That resembled something far more humane then the cold and logical thoughts and feelings of machines. Why this fox would say that seemed strange.

Flash

An image appeared in his mind, or rather, Alexs memory banks. A single image of a group of people, huddled together, for a photo. Several people who felt familiar, yet he couldnt name. But why? He remembered most everything else and yet he couldnt remember who these people, who he was sure he had known before, were.

Alex gripped his head, almost as if in pain. The image longed in his mind, and in it, he could see an organic, red fox. But who was it? Was it who this Robian was before she was robotizied? What was her name?

The turtle and mongoose had also appeared in the image, in their pre-Robian states. The girl mongoose was huddled next to another mongoose, her expression filled with joy and laughter, even despite the dangerous times before hand. But what were their names?!

He didnt know the male mongooses name, but was sure that this was the person the red fox implied. The image was of his organic state though, and he didnt have a name, at least one Alex would remember. But perhaps Alex would still be able to find the Robian version. But why did he want to?

Seeking a lone Robian to give a message from another was not the way to free this world, to transform it back to what it was. And yet, there was a lingering, nagging feeling, that this could do something. The fact the mongoose Robian remembered her partner implied that there was a chance to restore their memories, too.

Ill do it. Alex replied.

The circular sphere flotation device came to a stop and final landing upon the ground, in front of a barren and bleak appearing cave. Tyrannus stepped off the device, and it almost appeared as if the ground caved away and the flotation device sunk underneath it, and was covered once more by the ground, hiding it, just like it had been done before.

Tyrannus walked at a far quicker pace into the cave, and the seemingly small cave erupted into a brilliant, large headquarters. Machinery coated the entirety of the insides, and sparks were thrown about as construction continued. Tyrannus smirked as the progress became more evident.

Drone 61! Tyrannus shouted out.

Seconds later, a small purple floating orb shot from the darkness of a part of the complicated lair and arrived before Tyrannus. The orb had a single, golden glowing eye, and from each of his sides extended small arms that were barely practical. The drone continued to hover in front of Tyrannus.

Yes, master? the drone replied.

How goes the operation? Tyrannus bellowed.

The construction phase continues to run smoothly, my lord. All four of your creations are currently at 61% completion, sire. The drone droned.

Hmp. Things run smoothly then, but slower then I truly desire. Bah. Tyrannus mumbled to himself, and then pushed past the drone, spinning it in mid air before the drone recalibrated its sensors.

Tyrannus continued walking and then, with his right hand, clicked his fingers. Seconds later, a hovering chair descended from the shadow ceiling and beckoned before him. Tyrannus seated himself upon it, and then the seat began to move at the machines mental commands.

I trust all of them are showing signs of normalcy at the moment? Tyrannus asked. The drone hurried up to be next to Tyrannus again, and the orb nodded slightly, as well as it could.

There have been no errors or aspects for concern, my lord. The drone replied.

Very well. Estimated time of completion? Tyrannus asked.

A day, sir. The drone replied, its voice cold and without emotion.

A day?! Tyrannus shouted back his tone loud and with great anger and annoyance. He growled slightly, and then turned away from the drone again. Hmp. I suppose one cannot rush perfection, after all. However he trailed off.

however? The drone asked. A surprising moment for Tyrannus. He considered the drone merely a serving machine and yet it had the intelligence to ask the question, almost as if it was intrigued. At least it made for better company in that sense.

A day might not be quick enough. You see, Im not the only one that will no doubt have their own grand plans for the world, nooo. There are others who retain more intelligence then the standard recycling drone. They will no doubt have put their owns schemes into effect, and, well, its always better to have the advantage isnt it? Tyrannus replied. The drone nodded somewhat again.

But no matter. These four shall be the perfect generals, yeesssss. The floating chair stopped in front of what appeared a pit. The pit was surrounded by a metal substance keeping inside what appeared as a bluey/white liquid mix. It was in fact a stasis chamber, one Tyrannus had constructed that served able to heal injuries, due to several million tiny nanites inside that were able to repair any wound. Although Tyrannus wasnt injured, it did make for a nice bath.

Sire, how long are you going to be in there for? The drone asked.

A day. Do not disturb me. Tyrannus ordered, jumping off the floating chair and then descending into the stasis chamber, his body being completely submerging and then finally disappearing.

OOC:
chipandwalter.adiversions...er/ash.jpg
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mam...h_Mongoose
I wonder where the other two went.

Are the qoutes at the start of each post worth while?
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"Regardless of what people think, no side in a war actually desires war, or actually enjoys it. Both sides want the conflict to end, but want the peace that takes shape afterwards to be their- peace. It's rare however that the winning side actually gets the peace that they wanted in the first place. Lord Robotnik's war was no exception, while he did win the conflict, the peace he had in mind (a whole planet fawning at his feet forever more) was not achieved. The real amusing thing of course is those who no matter what flag is flying overhead just keep doing what they've been doing before, during, and after the war, it's just sad we can't all have that pleasure." -- Knuckles Echidna, Guardian Of the Master Emerald, later Robian SNK3, Primary Guard Unit of The Master Emerald.

The red fox was pleased to hear this. "Thank you. She'll be overjoyed to hear that, I think she just wants to get back to her primary function now that the fighting is finally over the same as everyone but, this city isn't going to repair itself. His serial number is-"
"-I don't need it." Alex was better off not knowing. "-And I don't want it. I'll be able to tell it's him, I've seen him before, I'll recognize him when I see him."
"I'd say it's your right to be stupid but there are things people don't- have rights to being."
"Like free? Alive?"
"You're still 'alive' thanks to me and your unwitting donor, and you're free to walk out of here last time I checked." She grabbed a cable connected to his side he hadn't even noticed until now and disconnected it. "Try not to do anything stupid, you're self sufficient again but don't go getting yourself torn up again, or I'll forget about the Hippocratic oath."
"You're the one who doesn't get it." Alex said creped out again by this reminder he wasn't just in a tin suit.
"That's your opinion. I trust your head is on the right way enough to remember to reach Knotehole? You'll have to march it since all the flying types are doing reconstruction work on the sky rises and all the hover crafts aren't programmed to run without the central mainframe up and running and with the city in such bad shape after all the terror bombings over the years you aren't gonna finds anyone whose bothered to hot wire one."
Alex sadly wasn't Mr. Perfect, he shot a bow and arrow only second to the famous Rob O'Hedge, but he didn't know the first thing about computer hacking or electronics. He couldn't tell a soldering iron from a circuit tester.
"I guess I am walking then." Alex said reluctantly.
"Look, I'd go with you, but with construction accidents, and damage left over from the blast, I'm needed- here. Repairing others in need is my function."
She used another one of those- terms again, not job, not life, but 'function.'
"Maybe you can find some spray paint for your replacement parts while your in Knotehole. By the way," She added. "There's a senior repair unit in Knotehole who was my, programmer/mentor. You'll know him when you see him. Tell him I said hi. I'm the only repair robian in the capital so he'll know who you're talking about since you seem so insistent on not learning people's ID numbers like we're all interchangeable parts."
Alex stood there stunned, she had taken his reason for NOT wanting to hear the male mongoose's ID, and turned it around on him as if he was the one not treating others as people.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"If you care, my name is F-163, Alex."
"What's your real- name?"
"Are you going on not? . . . Oh slag. I should have set my internal alarm for earlier than this! Gonna run! I'm not programmed for this, I'm just not!"
"What is it? Can I help?" It had felt so good to say that, so natural, -no!-
"Not unless you know more about safely disconnecting a proto-type Robian from his mother's inner factory than I do." She ran out of the otherwise unoccupied room.
Alec was stunned, a-gain! Had she just said, after he worked out the details, she had to go deliver a baby? Oh Aurora, check please, he wanted out of this bad dream, he was ready to wake up any time now. He pinched himself but was rewarded by only making a dent in his arm. Ugh.
He walked out of the room unopposed into a hallway with only minimum lighting: after all, machines barely used the visible light spectrum. There were rows of doors, this had clearly been a clinic before the coup, the white walls and floors and lack of locks on the doors all gave it away.
He felt himself actually feeling curious about what an infant Robian's birth would look like, but he fought it off, this was an artificial state! It was evil! Unnatural, the soon he got everything back to normal the better. For now they refused to understand. He knew everyone would thank him in the end thou. . . . but that Robian . . . being born right now . . . what would normal be considered for it thou? How did you return something to life,that had never been alive? Alex pushed the ideas out of his head, that didn't matter right now.
Maybe he could find someone hopefully who remembered how things were supposed to be in Knotehole who DIDN'T want to slice open his guts like the last one had.
----
A day to wait for his four main weapons to come on-line, he couldn't stand it, the Tyrannus processed, but he had to wait.
This planet was in an artificial state! It was evil! Unnatural, the soon he got everything back to normal the better. For now they refused to understand. He knew everyone would thank him in the end thou. At least time flied in the stasis chamber.
This would be his world, his kingdom, his domain, freed of the twisted thing called civilization. Replaced by the truly natural state of kill or be killed, the way nature had intended. Yes, it would all be good.

OOC: OhSNAPS! Sorry guys, I had a lab report to write over the past few days, ^^; And this has boomed! Anyway, this is just a placeholder while I catch up, consider Crims having just, uh, tagged along and watched or something =S Sorry again.

Edit: Never mind, but I like what you did with him =D He would certainly have had his optics on that arm, and although revealing himself like that was a risk, I guess against 4 robians, he found it acceptable. Again, apologies for not being here for that, I'll try not to let that happen again...stupid lab .

Name: Crimson
Species: Wolf
Machine type: Robian Roboticized, for the primary function of construction and repairs.
Mental Status: Insane, by all accounts. The sudden jolt back to conciousness seems to have brought about some undesireable personality traits.
Memory state: Partial. Can remember being a robot, vauge memories of being a freedom fighter, and his parents.
Loyalties: Himself only
Personality Pros: Tends to be cold, calculating and merciless, but can be downright vicious when required.
Personality Flaws: Multiple Personality Disorder. Deeper hidden is a much nicer Crimson, but also a dangerous beast. His current powerhungry persona dosn't work well compromising with others.
Age at Robotization/Time since construction: 22
Motivation: To gain power, through both dominion of all lifeforms, and improving his own physical prowess. Wishes for immortality.

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Alone again in the ruins, it seemed Crimson had made good his escape. A weapon, certainly something he would need, however, he had been reckless, overconfident. He had assumed that the drones that had come to collect him would not fight back, that he could easily wipe them all out.

It seems, he had assumed wrong, now they would recognise him upon sight, though in likelihood, he could avoid them, and it was an acceptable risk to gain weaponry other than his own teeth and claws.

He inspected the roboticised arm he had taken. It was certainly suitable for his needs, a small amount of adaptaion would be nessicary, and the remenants of his robotic programming would provide him with the data he would need on intigrating it into his own systems.

A smirk crossed his jawplate, another advantage to this situation. Not only immortal, but gifted with knowledge he never had before. In his mortal life he would never have been able to fathom even the basic workings of a robot, but thanks to the machinations of his late "master," he now had the knowledge of repair of nearly all his vital systems, though, and it pained him to admit, there were still many beyond him.

A small amount of searching the area found him a welding tool, in the remains of some unfortunate robian, to slow to avoid the SWAT hover car that had shorted, and landed on it. Crimson pitied it not. Running the tool of his own power, he set about Alex's arm, removing the bow-hand at the wrist, then slowly disecting the hand itself, and indeed, the backplate of his own. Attaching the majority of the hand, so it lay curled round his own, some quick soldering allowed for it to mimic his own paw's movements, like a gauntlet.

Now came the tricky bit. Removing bow on either side of the gauntlet with precision cuts, he took some hinge joints from Alex's former elbow, combining the two, wiring them into his arm.

It took concentration and effort, and oil would be useful, but he was now equipped with a collapsable bow. The extension and retraction of it would come easier over time, but for now, the best that could be said of the joints is, that they worked.

However, with no arrows, no propulsion method, and nothing to salvage from the wreck of the hovermobile, it was, unfortunatly, useless.

Resisting the urge to slip into a dangerous rage, Crimson considered his options, and decided on the course that he felt would be optimal. Return to the centre of the Egg Heart, and complete the upgrade, after that, gather power. Though there was a risk of the patrol that he had attacked seeing him, a repaint was not worth the time, or the powerexpenditure. The city was full of robots, what would be the chances of meeting one of those again.

Walking toward the city, he spotted another salvage group, lead by what appeared to be a brown and blue plated coyette robian, holding back momentarily, Crimson put his plan into action.

"Greetings." He declared, walking steadily toward the group, "I am Robian number C265. I have just regained operational function after a power outage..."

Geiss was confused. "What is 'Walkers'. Please explain."

OOC: Polite heads up. With "brown and blue plated coyette robian,"
It would be just "brown plated coyote robian,"just saying so. (clothing doesn't robotize in my version.)

And Alex's bow has energy based projectiles.

Is Crimson gonna kill'em play the happy robian, or what?

Did that last post of mine tick you off PacHacmac?

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"Robotnik foolishly kept all his robotic clones of himself close, so of course they got blown up with him, if he had been as smart as he said he was, he would have placed them all over the world instead of under his bed. Then again, he was too arrogant think he'd ever have to use them anyway. Things would have been much more interesting if he had. But it did leave quite the power gap, and I so do love gaps." -- Journal of Void, half of the goddess of dream Illumina.

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"E'llo." The brown coyote robian said with a French accent (Why was it called that anyway? What was French?), between his two companions. "Ze Am Le Robian Knee, Through, Ore Hero (3240). Are Vu in any vey damn-eched?"
Crimson's CPU hurt. First chance he got, he was going to ripe out this robian's voice box and melt it down!

++
Metal Sonic felt a run time error coming on. "Walkers: noun, short hand for Ancient Walkers. The three super natural entities that are believed to exist by the echidna species since the rebirth of this world.
Having known to take the guise of living masks and extinct reptile species, they are said to be the work hands of the Echidna goddess of life, Aurora. All data conjecture."
"That is illogical."
"Super natural things always are, they are, after all, just organic creatures not able to proper comprehend things around them and drawing to false conclusions."
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"My Goddess!" The Second Walker exclaimed. "Why has thou altered your avatar so?" Pink aluminum siding was did not become her it thought, then again, Aurora could make anything look good.
"I change this guise to make the form of my children. Until things change, this shall be my truest form to them. If things alter how things were previously, then this disguise shall change again."
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"Why did you say it?"
"My programming instructs me to emulate the mannerisms of organic creatures. To call out the name of an imaginary power, in times of great surprise and frustration, and hey (!), why am I even wasting my precious time talking to you! I have an empire to keep from turning into dust!"
"Answer: I inquired for information that I did not posses."
"Shut up!"
"All repair and I/O ports already closed."
"That means be quite! E-1000! Shot him!"
Something to do! "Yes sir!" The E-1000 took a pot shot at the foolishly colored mecha bot side project. 'Why did Robotnik have to keep building more bots anyway?' As many machine right hand mans before him, Metal Sonic thought, 'I'm the only robot he needed.'
The laser shot went off, the gold hedgehog machine avoided the shot, and instantly attacked the E-1000, being an MP model, the E-1000 had never been programmed for hand to hand combat, and it's life force animal had never been such a situation before. Geiss fortunately (or unfortunately) had no idea how to use it's weapon systems, so it just clawed and flayed it's limbs at the E-series.
Metal Sonic just stood back, watching the show, wondering if the E-series had a chance of winning, if it won, Metal knew who his new body guard was (not that he needed one). If E-unit lost, Metal would take care of his laughable mockery of himself, -by- himself. He just hoped that they did it fast. After all, patience was not part of his programming and never had been.
Being an E-series however the bot was learning fast, it's organic CPU now using its two shot guns arms (it had no hands) as clubs and knew enough to retreat from the heavier robot and more armored bot. Geiss on the other hand, being a Mecha Bot, and one with it's programming blank at that, was nearly as fast a learner, and continued in the same predictable pattern. Geiss truly had the prowess of an ignorant child of in a marital arts master's body. The E-1000 on the other hand, had the most deadly weapon of all: true combat experience! If it made it through this, Metal made a note to give it a proper name rather than a number. It would have earned it.

(OOC: Dang sorry all! We've been having new heating installed at our house and it's been chaos, but I'm finally back now.

I've read through all the additions (Wow this is moving fast >.> ) but there's nothing much I can add to Metal Sonic atm that hasn't already been put by Alex, so I'll IC soon as the story around him progresses a little.

Sorry for the dissapearence all.)

OOC: No, not ticked off. Just didnt have the time then to add anything.

And speaking of which, this is moving too fast, no doubt an error on my part for the continuing quick succession of posts. Shall try to slow it down somewhat.

Shall IC later.

OOC: Are you kidding, I love your "quick succession of posts", shows you like this thread.

OOC: True, but it becomes hectic for the other players. Not only are they less frequently on the boards or have the time to write a post, but added with the large scale of our posts it must also seem a bit of a chore to read through it then add a post.

IC:
F163. That was what she called herself. Alex didnt want to have to picture her with a name as unfeeling or cold as that. But even he had to admit, if needs be, he could use that to find her when he next came to Robotropolis and hope to turn her around. To make her remember who she really was.

But first, Knothole, and the mongooses partner. Hopefully he might have an idea about his past, and shared the same ideals Alex had. Aurora knew how much he needed at least someone else to share his same sentiments.

The wolf.

In a split second, that being had all so suddenly flashed back into his mind, and he felt sorry for what had happened. Not for anyone else, but mainly for himself. He thought that freeing the wolf would be an example to the wolf and everyone else about Alexs own ideals, and all he received from it was a near death sentence and the harming of the mongoose. He really wanted to go find her, and tell her sorry, but then thought that telling her partner might be a better idea to fulfil.

He roamed the clinic before finding the exit, and once opening the barren doors out and finding himself back into the barren and bleak world outside, he shuddered. He missed the days of old, even if they were fighting against Dr. Robotnik. Back then, you had hope, and friends. Here, now, you had none. It made him almost feel sick, yet he actually couldnt. It was distressing.

He wasnt totally sure of Knotholes location from within Robotropolis. It wasnt that he didnt know his way around the forest or from the forest to Knothole, he just wasnt sure of Robotropolis itself, or what direction from this twisted city it would lie in. He sighed, as he now found himself needing to first find the direction of it.

He decided to quickly set off, there being no point in lingering. As he walked forwards, he did so hesitantly and wearily amongst the other Robians and machines he passed. And he hated himself for it. He needed to have hope for them, that some people might be on his side, and here, he was keeping his distance from them for his own safety, if there was ever another of that Robian Wolf.

Alexs head turned to one side, inspecting a section of rubble from a fallen building, his attention set on the group of Robians excavating the site and searching for survivors. His attention had been so completely and utterly focused on them he failed to notice the running Robian that crashed into him, bowling him completely over.

Ugh who? Alex groaned, as he slowly picked himself up. Before him was a pink hedgehog robian, who simply looked up back at Alex, her mannerisms all the more Mobian as she appeared to reel back in fear for her own safety and survival. Dont worry! Alex immediately shouted out. Im going to hurt you. Im here to help.

The pink hedgehog looked questioningly at Alex, he Robian facial features filled with confusion. Youre not like them?

Alex was both surprised and confused. Like them? Who?

The rest of these soulless machines. The hedgehog Robian replied quickly. What is your name?

Alex. The rabbit simply replied. The pink hedgehogs optics glowed brightly, and the simple features of her face rose into one which amalgamated joy.

Then you are normal? The hedgehog shouted. You are who I thought you were!

Alex was wrought with confusion. Who I thought you were? Excuse me, but who are you?

The pink hedgehog felt a bit more dismayed at this reply. Then you dont remember everything.

I remember most things. I remember people, but not names. I think I could remember more if I knew your name. Alex spoke.

Its Amy. Amy Rose. The pink hedgehog replied.

Alexs own Robian features seemed to gleam with something positive, as he remembered something. She was right, she wasnt lying. He did remember her! The photo of the collection of organic beings earlier flashed again in his mind, and he remembered the organic version of her!

Yes! Amy! I remember you! Alex shouted out with joy. He had found someone who remembered! It made everything change. No longer was things hopeless. If someone else could manage to remember, then there had to be more who did. Perhaps even-

The organic cheetah in the photo flashed even brighter to Alex. His best friend, another freedom fighter, before this had happened. What was his name? A large desire for this person to have his own state of mind clear was running brightly through Alexs mind. But where could the Cheetah be? His thoughts said that Cat Country would be the most likely place. He personally resolved then, after he had told the mongooses partner about this, then he would search for the Cheetah and try to get him to remember first. He knew he could depend on the Cheetah, his greatest ally.

Amy, where are you going? Alex asked.

N-no where in particular. Im just searching for anyone who can remember, like you. Amy replied.

I think we might have better luck in Knothole. Not only do I have other business in there, but Knothole would most likely strike a memory in these Robians, and get people to remember. Alex suggested.

Okay. Amy replied, then raised a confused expression. But what is Knothole?

Alexs optics widened in shock and horror. Not everything was crystal clear as he thought. Although they remembered certain traits, events and such, neither of them were fully 100% clear on subjects. Alex himself couldnt remember names, and Amy couldnt remember Knothole itself! Was that only the tip of the iceberg? What else couldnt they remember?

OOC: For now, yes, Crimmy is being a good little wolf...And Alex's bow is currently broken, he didn't have the parts to fully remodel it...

IC:

"I am at a tolerable operating capacity, but I require some X3-70 energy converters and a compact ionic accellerator to return to optimum capacity..." He replied. It was the truth too, the brutal removal of the arm had damaged the accelerator for the converted energy, and the current energy converters were a less than satisfactory componant, being too large by far.

The coyette robot frowned "Wha? Huh? Za? Zanergy Convertiers?" Again with that insuferable accent, there couldn't be a need for it! It should have been erridicated when this pathetic creature's brain was convered to silicon chips. Perhaps if Crimson could find the cause, it would be something to exploit...

Musing this to himself momentarily, he returned his attention to the matters at hand. "If you could comply, and assist me in my return to the main repairs bay, I'm sure it would ease your system freeze."

During this whole time, Crimson was taking in the party with his blood red eyes. Apart from the coyotte, whom seemed to ring a bell, and had that accent, there were little of intrest, a cat, a mouse, both simply generic factory floor robians, but mabye the could be of use to him as more than just cover.

Upon the walk, he took the time to familiarise himself with them. The cat, V24, was in suprisingly bad condition, apparently an early roboticization, and his parts had not been maintained well. The mouse H0117, was just as uninteresting, perhaps even more so, though seemed to have an odd fixation for hexane, said it reminded her of stilton. Another of these strange character traits, like 3240's accent. Perhaps this may be worth investigating after all.

The three often tried to spark up a conversation with the wolf, though Crimson kept it short.

OOC:done

...Data restoration 30% and climbing...

...Unit under attack. Enacting emergency defense systems...

...Analysis complete. Target is E-Series. Weak against physical and projectile weapons...

...Attnetion. Unit "Metal Sonic" originator of termination order. Terminate "Metal Sonic" once immediate threat is disabled...

...weapons systems back online. Gold Strike enabled. Ion Buster enabled. Ion Cannon enabled. Defense shields online. Missile launch systems enabled. Vulcans online. Laser cannons online. Energy blade online. Melee ability at 5% and climbing...

...Suggest change of tactics Y/N...

Things hadn't been going well in the hand to hand fight with the E-Series. Geiss selected yes. Survival was his first priority.

...Tactics change accepted. Switching to Projectile Attack mode...

The golden robot's hand grabbed the E-Series by the chestplate and threw it skyward, then, in following, energized its thrusters, which were under each spine,and leapt high into the air, a golden streak, and focused both hands forward, two vulcan cannons emerging from its left wrist, its right hand retracting to form a buster. Its chest plate opened, revealing a matter factory and six missiles. Every weapon opened up simultaneously on the poor E-series...

OOC: Im going to hurt you. Im here to help.
Im not going to hurt you. Im here to help.

at Alex, he Robian
at Alex, her Robian

Please remove Ash from your post pretty please, I think it would be better if they just encountered him in Knotehole. And I did write 'two companions.'
Though I did like the ' The other three often tried to spark up a conversation with the wolf, though Crimson kept it short.' line.

One thousand, three hundred and five words. Heh. I had better get started.
Oops, one thousand four hundred and eighty seven, now I should really get started.

Yes I've seen Finding Nemo.

The mouse and cat anyone official we know?

IC:

"I remember them, the monsters. Looking like blobs with a framework inside given them shape, those pale white eyes, with a covering like the furry mold that grew in the lower layers. I remember when they put that gold collar in her hand. When the light in her eyes went out, when her voice became like theirs. When she looked at me, and didn't seem to know me, but she seemed to know them instead. Had they replaced her memory files of me with themselves? What kind of monsters could do that? Take people, and turn them into something inhuman like them." Robian No. G4550 (birth name).

The E-1000, sadly, had never been equipped for air based combat, being purely a ground unit version. Helpless in the air, bullets riddled it's sides, while missiles tore apart it's armor and lasers impaled it's body, the E-1000's death scream could be heard for well over a mile. The E-1000 fell to the ground, hitting it with a thud. Oil and a surprising amount of blood mixed and formed a puddle around the crash site of the bot, looking nothing less than like a bird who had been shot out of the sky.
Its eyes flickered on and off, remembering in total detail it's life as a Flicky in the precious moments before it, he, perished. "M-mother . . "
Geiss knew no pity. It scanned the E-1000 to make it was no longer a threat, and proceeded to attack unit Metal Sonic. The blue droid just stood there as the assault came. A golden comet hit him dead center, sending them both backwards across the dirty and concrete into a nondescript build. Once Metal was smashed into a wall, Geiss withdrew a few yards, firing its machine guns, filling the robot's body with holes.
Unable to fire missiles in close ranger, an Ion blast hit Metal's center, exposing his metallic insides. Activating its melee energy blade, Geiss charged for the killing bow. A blue streak of light came at him. They passed each other. Geiss instantly turned around to see a large cut in Metal Sonic's side. Why was no oil spilling out?
"I think that's enough." Metal Sonic said. The blue double ganger bot turned, the bullet holes were gone, and the hole in his chest was decidedly smaller and getting even more minute. The cut in Metal's side sealed up.
The bio metal project had been Robotnik's last, practical creation. It had been a design that would allow Robians and other machines to heal themselves over time, or in the case of a powerhouse like Metal Sonic, recover in a matter of seconds. Robotnik had dumped the project after Metal Sonic was upgraded however, thinking his slaves were independent enough as it was, didn't want them able to repair themselves automatically.
"Combat data, successfully copied."
Geiss of course had no clue what any of this meant, all it meant to it was that it had to try harder! Ion Buster and Ion Canon locked on a fire!
An identical Ion Buster and Ion Canon blast neutralized Geiss'. Error!
Metal Sonic's body morphed back into its 'natural' state, his copy cat insides already morphing into the next logical weapon for the logical machine to use.
The gold strike charge came exactly as was the rational move to make, Metal Sonic copied the already seen move and the two were now pushing against each other in a perfect stalemate. For about two seconds before Metal Sonic used one of his own techniques and sent a few thousand volts through his body and right into Geiss' as well.
The gold droid was thrown for a loop, this wasn't happening, it didn't make sense, it wasn't logical, it was winning! This had to be an input error! A pairs of lasers were fired half-hazard from Geiss' which struck Metal's shoulders, which sported laser cannons of their own, fired and destroyed Geiss' still recharging ones. Not logical.
Metal Sonic's laser cannons dissolved back into his body, and a familiar energy blade formed on Metal's arm. ERROR!
Bringing it's protective force field, Geiss stood it's ground. It opened up it's missiles, which fired right through it's force fields, and hit Metalla dead center. The blast left the area thick with concrete dust. Geiss wasn't worried about a sneak attack, with it's force field up, nothing could get a series as missiles came at Geiss, went right through his force field just like his missiles, and exploded, the force field keeping the force of the blast inside, tearing his armor apart, and totally ruining his thruster quills. His force field went off line. An silver and blue hand took hold of it's, and threw it outside the building.
Geiss hit the ground with a thud, landing particularly close the E-1000 it had just destroyed.
Error, error, error, error.
Metal Sonic calmly landed on two feet in front of the gold side project.
"You're way too clumsy, all those weapons, your power core I'd say red lines just by you engaging in a fight. You just aren't a very good design, you make look fancy with the gold armor but you ultimately you're just over powered and over gunned for a machine your size."
Geiss readied its combat systems.
"Stay down if you want to continue functioning." Metal had pushed his own cloning ability hard, it had been a good work out, but he had more important things to do.
Survival was above all else, Geiss complied.
"You need me."
"Why?"
"You destroyed a E-series."
"Does not compute."
"By destroying that E-1000, you've marked yourself for destruction for any E-series that finds you."
"Only . . . you . . . know . . "
"And how long can you keep that data secret? And for how long can you keep up the farce it wasn't you? All farce ultimately fall, it's inescapable."
"Why do I need you?"
"You do not project a shadow of fear, no one fears you, destroy another E-series, and that will only anger them more and strengthen their resolve to destroy you." Metal morphed to his Metal Ruler form with the waist cape. "Only in my shadow of fear, can you hope to survive . . . Kneel." Geiss complied, Metal Sonic moved so his shadow was over him. "Master registration, Metal Sonic."
"Master registration . . . Metal Sonic."
"Now come along, we have a robot kingdom to keep to from falling apart."
"Yes . . . Master."
+++
"What?" Amy asked confused by Alex's alarmed expression. "What's wrong?"
How could Alex put this? "Amy, Knotehole is our home, it's where we lived, remember?"
" . . . I . . . Of course I do, I was just testing to see if you remembered what it was." That was such a transparent lie.
"Do you remember how many huts there were in the living area? Did you live by yourself? Was your hut a stand alone or did you have neighbors?"
Amy was looking more and more scared by each question and no closer to the answers. Alex realized he might scare her into a mental break down if he didn't stop.
"It's alright," He injected quickly. "Forget I asked about it."
"You want me to erase it from my memory?" Amy asked astounded.
"No! I mean, I mean don't worry about it right now."
"Oh . . . alright." Though it was clear it wasn't alright.
"Amy . . . what can you remember?"
"I remember Fiona, I remember Miles, I remember that twit Tommy, I remember Mina's singing, and of course I remember my Sonic. Oh and er, Sally."
Alex wished he could put faces to the names Amy was calling off, he had no idea if he knew these people or not! Logically (agh!), there was a high probability, (agh again!), a good chance that he did. But the names just had nothing connected to them. For all he knew he might have walked past Fiona or talked to her before and not even realized it.
"We had better get going, the sooner we're out of this city the better."
"Yea, all this grim and smog can't be good for my polish. The sooner I can clean myself the better."
"Amy, you said polish."
"Just because I now have the biology of a toaster doesn't mean I shouldn't maintain my appearance."
Alex was struck by a very powerful feeling that Amy's vanity was not a minor part of her existence.
"Alright, but we still need to figure out to how to get to our objective point, ugh! Knotehole! Knotehole! From here."
"Get a room you two!" Shouted a SWAT bot reduced to grunt labor carrying a large metal cart of . . . something. Alex spotted a hopelessly mangled robotic hand laying over the edge of the cart. Alex didn't dare think about what that implied, he was just glade Amy hadn't seen it.
She did seem to have an idea thou. "Why not just ask someone?"
"What?"
"Why not just ask someone how to get to . . Knote-hole from Robotropolis? There's plenty of people around."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"What is it with men and asking for directions?"
"Don't you even start! But is it really a good idea to just ask about it?"
"Don't know unless you try." Alex however saw Amy was shaking, she was scared at the prospect of talking to these machines as much he was.
She went over to a Robian reconnecting a couple power lines.
"Excuse me." Amy said hesitantly.
"Yes?" The Robian, white, a ferret, female, asked.
"How do we get to Knotehole from here?"
"Huh? Oh! Easy! Forty-six degrees south of your current standing position, just keep going for twelve point nine miles and you'll reach your destination." The Robian said helpfully. "Anything else you need?"
"Er, what's your name?"
"I'm 8999, at your service. I know it's an odd name with those three nines in a row, but whatcha gonna do?"
"Er, right, good day!" Amy quickly made some distance between 8999 and herself.
She powered up her speaker.
"I heard." Alex said before she could begin. At least he could remember those instructions- as clear as day, then again, that's what robots did best. He took her hand, "Let's go."
And so they made their way through the city, robots tirelessly repairing the damage done by the power surge and the explosion that caused said power surge.
+++
Crimson took one look at the building. "This is a clinic."
"Eh?" V24 wondered. "It hasn't been that in a while."
"I mean that's what it used to be."
"Well, this was the closest location, and since you weren't crashing on your feet, we knew that you were seriously damaged, so we calculated this was the best spot, don't worry, the nurse is good at what she does."
This did go well for Crimson's plans, -at all- he need access to fire power like the E-series and SWAT bots had. This was a time waster, but maybe he could still get some minor repairs done while he was here.
"Sorry if you wanted something else, don't ya hate having to resort to verbal information exchange like this with the Central Mainframe down?" V24 commented. "I think I'm in need of a major overhaul myself."

Meanwhile inside, F163 leaned against a wall in the reception room. She had done it, she had no experience in it and no programming for it besides the most basic of information but she had done it.
The male skunk and female black cat robians both now had a proto-type in her arms. The tike decidedly had a combination of their designs. Of course his confused little mind was screaming up a storm. Master Robotnik had tried once to simply force feed- information into the brain of a newborn proto-type, it had been tragic. Poor kids had gone stark raving mad in a matter of hours.
Robian or otherwise, there were no short cuts.
She looked through a window and saw some mort robians headed her way.
She had been put officially in charge of the place shortly after the death of Egg Heart Zone. With her limited medical experience (which was more than nearly anyone in the city had) she had been drafted into the role of nurse. At least no one had shut down on her yet.
That was when she recognized one of the Robians in the group. Oh no, oh NO! And there wasn't a SWAT bot in ear shot!
But she had to do something! It was clear the ones with the killer weren't on anything with how they were talking with him! He hadn't seen her yet, good! She ran to the room of the yellow mongoose. Her repairs were all done, the physical ones at least.
"He's here!" She shouted right at her banging the door open.
"No . . . " The mongoose's eyes flickered.
"Don't veggs out on me now! You're faster than anyone else here! You need to go get the SWAT bots and tell me we have a killer at the clinch! There's a way out the back! I'll delay him!"
"But what about you and everyone else here?"
"Then stop wasting run time and move it!" F163 shouted at her.
The mobian mongoose nodded robotically and ran out the room to the back area of the clinch and the promised back door and out. F163 readied for the devil to come knocking at her door.

Metal Sonic and his new shadow stood at a fairy stable pile of equipment. Metal Sonic looked at the factory and it's status improving by the minute. He was getting ready to make his 'the king is dead, long live the king' announcement.
That was when he saw it, a pink shape: a familiar pink shape. So she was still alive. Heh. Interesting.
"Geiss." He considered another word to call him, but that would have been childish.
"I want you to keep an eye on that one." He pointed.
"Why?"
"Because every Emperor needs an Empress . . . and she is one of two who are candidates for the job."
"Yes . . Master."

After leaving the outer limits of the city, the factories, the labs, then the houses, they were in the dead grass field that surrounded the once proud capital.
They spotted the remains of a down SWAT pod. They were alarmed by the SWAT bots (old habits died hard), but they were curious about their state.
One was laying in the grass, it's head blasted off, in a way that screamed self inflected. The other was sitting on a rock, a can of oil in its hands, looking at nothing. It spotted them, and said,
"Yo, care to split some oil? I'll shut down faster if I don't finnish it all." Alex and Amy looked at each other.
"So whatcha doing out here? Shouldn't you be working? I mean, you guys still have meaning. You're not weapons."
" . . ." Alex was struck dumb. Amy wasn't.
"What about your friend?"
"He was able to convince himself there were Freedom Fighters in his head, so he shot them."
They didn't have a real spine anymore, how come they felt a shiver go up it?
"Oh yea, forgot." The SWAT bot made the V-Sign. "Victory! We win, yea."
"Why don't you dumb it if you want to turn off faster?"
"It's my job to stay on-line as long as possible in case I'm needed . . . programming sucks huh?" It looked at the crashed hover pod. "Can't say I wasn't good at my job. No one in my unit had a higher "bot on the spot" count than us! Especially the small ones, they were always so cute after being converted."
"Monster." Alex hissed.
The SWAT bot saw the look in his eye. "Oh one of those, oh dear, help, I am all alone, if they take the laser from my partner while I'm looking back at my ship." He turned his head around so he wasn't looking at him. "They will be able to shot me down without so much as a fight . . . if they know to twist the arm clock wise three turns and-" He listed off the instruction perfectly for removing the laser from his destroyed partner.
Alex knew he should have been eager to blast a soulless creation of Eggman's into nothing. So why didn't he feel good about the idea of shooting one in the back as it just stood there waiting for it to happen?

(OOC: Ok a long overdue update from me. I have to say, there's somewhat more controlling of other people's characters than I'm used to in this RP...even for the RP writer it strikes me as a little difficult, but anywho...

Oh and I hope you don't mind me bringing in a little something from my upbringing with the Fleetway Sonic the Comic...it'd make life a little easier for me, and IMO would be cool.)

IC:

This would be...fun.

He had generally stayed away from his emotional programming...emotions did very little to aid a warrior, apart from anger, of course...

But in this situation Metal Sonic allowed himself a little more leeway. Yes, this was very fun...he could grow accustomed to it!

As par his instructions, a group of Robians had been setting up a temporary link to the citywide broadcasting equipment that was intergrated into the city like a net. The main control unit had been in the Egg Heart, and was now destroyed, but the speakers throughout Robotropolis were still intact, and with a seperate system plugged in to activate them...

"Master," reported a Robian, bowing slightly as he spoke, "all is ready."

This was what he had been waiting for. The machine was out in the open air, but when the Heart had been rebuilt, it could be moved. Without a word, he stepped forward, picking up a connection wire that was lay on the console, and attached it to a socket on his neck.

Suddenly the whole city reverberated with the sound of his voice, amplified over thousands of speakers around the metropolis. "Attention all loyal servants of Doctor Robotnik, I have an announcement to make. Our leader, the esteemed Eggman himself, is no more. His life has ended, and he will no longer be giving orders."

Some of the Robians and robots gathered round exchanged glances of alarm...few had heard the news.

"However, this does not signal the end of his reign." continued the blue figure. "As of now, I am assuming command of all forces...all survivors will answer to me and me alone! Together we will restore the city, and ressurect our former master's dream." He paused for a moment...for some reason he was feeling...angry...no, something else...darn emotions.

He wanted something...a new name, a new identity to go with his new title. What was he thinking??? There was no logical reason for it...yet his emotions coerced him, whispering to him like nanites in his neural circuitry.

He dipped his head slightly as, for the first time, he realised something. Robotnik was dead...so why carry on his legacy? Why make the world how Robotnik wanted it? There was so much more potential here...a potential that his pride and greed, emotions that he had never really felt before, screamed out at him to exploit!

Why keep to Robotnik's dreams, if he could do so much better himself? And if this was going to be his own world, he would need a new name, a new identity, something befitting of an Emperor.

He raised his head again, his red eyes scanning across the small assembled crowd and the rest of the city where he knew others would be paused, listening.

"As of this moment, this city, and everyone in it...this world, and everyone on it...belongs to Metallix, the Metal Sonic!"

OOC: Yes I've seen Futurama and Sonic Heroes.

IC:

"Regardless of the state, regardless of the ruler methods, if different ideas are possible, regardless if they allowed or not, they will emerge. This is the ultimate road block all rulers face." King Max Acorn before his death by natural causes (shortly become the remaining of Robius).

Silence. Absolute silence. Metallix had expected cheer all around, or at least some craven trembling.
A SWAT bot looked up at the Emperor and put a gauntlet to its faceplate like a speaker. "You suck!"
Matallix snapped his fingers and pointed at the SWAT bot. Geiss wondered why Metallix had done that.
Metallix glared at Giess. "Shoot him!"
So that was it. "Yes . . . Master." The laser right through the SWAT bot's head, the machine fell over on it's back.
The other SWAT bots that had gathered due to Matallix's drama looked at their destroyed teammate. One raised a finger slightly.
"Uhm . . . can we delete the 'call Robotnik hansom' subroutine from our programming?"
"Yes." Metallix said simply.
"YEA!" The SWAT bots as one rose up their arms in celebration.
"And replace it with 'call Metallix better than you subroutine'."
"BOO!" Replied yet another SWAT bot, cupping it's hands in protest. Metallix snapped his fingers again and this time Geiss complied instantly result in two SWAT bots with impaled heads on the ground. The thinned out ranks of tall black armored bots looked at their comrades, and took several steps away from their fallen forms.
"Uh . . . all hail the Emperor?" One of the remaining SWATs peeped.
Metallix looked at Geiss at said at a low volume. "I told you, shadow of fear."
Robians looked at each other, the sheer ruthlessness Metallix had just shown backing many away a yard or five.
"I will remember . . ." Geiss added. "Master."
This time it was a Pig Robian (a waste clean up model by chance) who dared open his big fat speaker. "So er, . . . besides having us all tell you what a cool guy you are and smashing anyone who tells it different . . . . what exactly are ya gonna do as 'Emperor?'"
Metallix considered shooting this one himself, but instead said. "I will bring sanity to chaos. Restore the order that had been lost in the fall of Robotnik! But can any of you here say it is not fitting to have a robot ruler for a robot kingdom?"
That logic, could not be escaped. But the knowledge of Robotnik's death was a lot more known than Metallix thought, as was the death of a Priority One Sonic The Hedgehog. Given who he was considering to make his other half, he could actually see that playing to his advantage. Yes, he would have his empress, as for the runner up, maybe he'd give her to Geiss, though Metallix seriously doubted that Geiss could even appreciate such a thing. Oh well, it was the thought that counts.
The slave part of their programming for many of the bots and Robians have frozen at Robotnik's death, after all, that part of their programming wasn't designed to deal with the death of their master, Robotnik didn't care what happened to things after he was gone.
But as Metallix had said, the shadow of fear, could do much on it's own.

OOC: Indeed, there is way too much controlling of characters by Alex. Perhaps I should have said earlier, but I'm still not impressed by the fact that my character had his arm ripped up and was practically killed and torn to pieces without me being able to do anything about it.

I'm sorry if you're upset. I just prefer to think of this as a round robin disguised as an RP.

OOC: I stand in agreement with Wraith and Pach here, the controlling seems a little excessive, Sure when the player isn't around, it needs to be done, but...

Anywhom, the cat and mouse are simply generic random characters ATM.

IC:

Crimson was about to enter when Metallix's anouncement came reverberating through the city.

Emperor Mettalix? This does not bode well. If this..."Mettalix" has followers, then my own chance of ruling is diminished, and it's unlikey I can combat a ruler without allies of my own. And my rash actions earlier may have sabotaged my chances of that, especially when the central network is repaired...

"Verbal information exchange is troublesome, yes" he told the rusted old cat, "Please, after you."

Crimson allowed the cat to enter first, less out of politeness, and more because he never liked walking first into something. It was unlikly he would find trouble in a clinic, but paranoia dies hard...

"I think I'll come in too..." Piped up H0117, whispering to Crimson and pointing at the robotic coyotee as she whent past "I need someone to speak to other then this diode destroying piece of scrap. Crimson smirked, then followed the pair in, leaving 3240 alone outside.

"Ees okay, zere ees nozink eere zhat can be wantink to urt moi..." He muttered to himself as his knee-plates clanked together. This wasn't logical, there was only other loyal servants of Robonik in this city...but left alone, his processors must be running extra parameters...

"Oh! Moi! Ees zhat a zighn of metal fateegue? I had best be getink inzide!"

With that, he rushed inside the clinic, only to find a sharp, piercing silence as Crimson and F163 staring across the room at each other.

"Was ees goink on...?"

Crimson acted fast, and thought faster. The odds were against him here, but there was a solution apparent.

"That unit is defective!" He delared, pointing at F163 "It is the one that caused my damages, it has mental freedom!"

Alexs metal features focused and formed into a frown at the Swatbots mannerisms. This was something he didnt like, but even then, Swatbots were merely machines. There was a clear distinction between them and Robians; Robians were once organic, truly feeling creatures of Mobius. The Swatbots were just machines created in the guise of Overlander proportions that had a higher level of A.I. running through it, and more often then not, they were Alexs enemies.

But life was life. It was what Alex wanted returned. A balance. Freedom of choice, a happy existence, one this clearly was not. The fight against Robotnik was not only fought to free the people of Mobius, but the people who served under Robotnik, even his own creations. Yet, whilst some would argue, like the earlier red fox Robian before, that they were free, was not the freedom he intended. It was a radical extreme. Even now, such as that wolf robian he had encountered, he could sense that others yet were planning on establishing and controlling this desperate world for their own ends. It had to be stopped, and it had to be set free.

But then, it all came back to this Swatbot, and what he should do with it. He turned, and looked at his destroyed partner and the weapon it held, reflecting on the instructions given to him. A loud, audible reflection of a sigh escaped him.

Perhaps death was the greatest freedom of them all? And for the Swatbot, the best alternative he could have? It was all he could hope for.

He turned, and walked to the Swatbots, whose head had been meltingly scarred through a giant hole in the faceplate, due to the shot from its own rifle. Alex began to work, following the instructions presented to him. With a click, the dead Swatbots weapon fell into his good arm.

Alex are you? Amy said incredulously.

I think its the best peace hell ever know. Alex said, his tone filled with hesitancy. He was unsure.

Amy looked away, feeling almost grief. She wasnt against what Alex had decided, she just didnt like the situation that had befell upon them. It wasnt the cream rabbit who she remembereds fault. But rather it was what life always unexpectantly threw at them.

Alex tried his best to hold the weapon with one good hand (his other arm, the grafted bow, not being nearly good enough to help). He aimed sluggishly towards the Swatbots back, before lifting it up to the machines head. He didnt know how much energy ammo would still be inside it, so he had to make sure the shot would count.

BAM

Soon, the drunken Swatbots fell to the floor in a heap, not speaking another sorrowed word. Alex dropped the weapon to his feet, and then stamped on it with his right foot, destroying it completely. Weapons were mere tools to an end, and although he knew the necessity of having to use them, it still didnt mean he liked them. How could there ever be peace with them around? He then stared at his bow arm, and grievingly shook his head at the irony.

Cmon, Amy. The sooner we find who were looking for, the better. Alex said, moving into the forest further.

Who are we looking for, Alex? Amy asked, her tone hesitant after the unnerving display she had bore witness to.

A yellow mongooses partner. Alex replied. Do you know his name?

Hmm. Amy replied, thinking back. Im not sure. But there couldnt have been many mongooses wherever were heading to. If I see him, I think Ill be able to know who he is.

Good. Hopefully hell be able to remember who he really is as well. Alex said, with a bit more hope and cheerfulness to reflect the impression onto Amy as well. Their slow walk soon picked up into a jog as they ran throughout the forest, searching for Knothole itself in such a great forest, their minds filled with a bigger sense of hope.

OOC: 963 written, so I'll write 963 words back.

IC: Of course I hated him, I still hate him, we all hated him: the SWAT bots, the Badniks, heh, even the Workerbots if they were allowed to speak their thoughts (which was never). So why did I keep working for him after all those years of abuse? Why do you think? Im not stupid! The fat guy was the one in charge, he commanded everything, and I wanted to live. Besides, I always knew hed screw up some day, and my chance to take control would come around. I just didnt expect him to do something so stupid that hed drag us all down with him! Thats when I knew it was time to ditch that sinking ship. Snivly Kinbotor, interrogation after defection.
F163 stood there stunned, with the mongoose gone and the turtle having decided to go back to recovery duty, there was no one to back up her side of the story, and with the main frame down, she couldnt display her memory files to everyone to show that Crimson was lying.
If she ran that would only confirm what Crimson was saying, and there was still the couple with their child here, she didnt want to risk leaving them in the same building as this killer. If she attacked, again shed be label the enemy until the mongoose returned with help. If this Emperor Metallix wanted to be in charge so bad, lets see if he could even stop a nut job in his claimed domain.
Knowing she had only one real option the red fox stood defiantly and glared at Crimson.
Yes I have an independent program, as a emergency repair unit its necessary for my response time. But he attacked an innocent Robian and part of my recovery crew! He almost died!
Where is he now? V24 asked.
I asked him to do a manual data transfer between part of my group and another Robian in Knotehole.
How convenient! That the one who you says I- attacked isn't here anymore!"
"I have a friend on her way who knows the truth who went to tell the SWAT you were here!"

This did not brood well for crimson at all, he didn't want to have another fight on his hands so soon, but he did like the Fox for giving him so much information, then again she was a machine, lying wasn't something they did well.
The three other robians in the room had little idea on who to believe. If the red fox did have an ally go to alert the boys in black, then the logical thing to do was to wait until they had arrived and let them sort out this mess.
All the same however, the red fox and red wolf both looked ready for either to make a move that would signal the start of a brawl. The three other machines in the room got between them and tried to be a peace keeping force until the authorities arrived.
"Violenz neva solved anything!" The brown coyote protested.
"I don't know who to believe but after we wait a bit to see if she's tellin' the truth then we can know whose the real mental case here." The cat, V24 said.
"You're terribly out of shape." F163 said out of habit. "When was the last time you had yourself maintained? Your self repair routines must be shot!"
"I'm one of the very first converted. As ya can tell, I'm a tad clunky."
"You should have yourself upgraded then before someone decides you're right for recycling." The fox pointed out. "With all the havoc in the wake of the disaster you can't be too sure what people will do." She glared at the killer.
"Hey, I'm good at my job, I'm happy the way I am, when my run time goes out, that will be that."
Indeed, while the Robotization process could extend life, it was by no means a way to truly cheat the grim reaper. Despite what nearly everyone thought. The circuits were too delicate, the internals too complex, it was still just a matter of time before death caught up with you. V24 was likely in his fifties when he underwent the process: All the more reason for his state.
Besides, if Robians could continue forever, what would be the point of having offspring?
"So we just sit here on our back plating until this friend of hers gets back, and we're stuck waiting however how long, wasting time?"
"With all the chaos." The fox said. "I can't say how long it would take her, might me minutes, might be an hour."
"Nice way to delay us." Crimson said.
"For what?" The fox said frustrated. "Do I even look like a combat model to you?"
The three others had to admit, she didn't.

And so over the bridge, across the river, and through the wood to grandmother's house they went. The Great Forest a shadow of it's former self. Now just a memory of what it once was, a ghost, brown, black, gray. It depressed Alex in short amount. He remembered when this place was beautiful, when it was alive. Most of the trees had even been chopped, they had simply . . given up.
Amy said nothing, not trying to think how everything Alex said made sense, but for the life of her she couldn't remember the place he was talking about. And like him, the knowledge made her doubt her own thoughts, how much else couldn't she remember? Did she have a brother she couldn't remember? A boyfriend? A child!? Amy stopped herself before this train of thought drove her completely mad. There was no way to know, no way to be sure. So like everything else in life, they had to make due with what they had, and stick with it.
"Tell me, what do you remember?" Amy asked Alex. "About your life?"

Alex had been walking constantly forwards ever since they entered Knothole, his optics searching around the area, scanning for anyone in such a barren environment. He had spotted no one since they entered so far, and had doubt about whether the mongooses partner was here either. He was also searching for anything that particularly stood out in memory to him, but the place had changed significantly, so finding anything notable in this bleak situation would be impossible.

It was then, that Amy had posed her question.

Tell me, what do you remember? Amy asked Alex. About your life?

Alex paused, and considered it. I cant be completely certain, in case there has been gaps of any kind. But I think I can remember everything involving events, situations. And yet some people, other then this single picture of a memory I can remember, I dont know. And even then, for those people I cant remember their names. Alexs tone was grave and depressed. I think, in a way, its slightly ironic compared to you?

Amy looked confused. What do you mean?

You can remember people and names. And yet, places and events like Knothole you dont. You have one piece of the puzzle, the truth, and I have the other. Alex answered.

We think, at least. Amy corrected. We cant even be sure if there are things that neither of us remember, can we?

No, we cant. Alexs tone was grave again. anyway, I can remember my distressed childhood, and how I had to flee my own simple village before hand when it was burnt to the ground by a Swatbot attack. My mother had managed to get me safely out, yet at the cost she was killed by Robotniks war machines. It was that single events which made my desire to see peace and freedom brought to this planet all the greater.

Amy looked to Alex with fascination, and continued to listen to his story.

After that, I wandered for a while. I had no one with me. I think I was only 7, so I had to survive on my own. Along the way I guess I just picked up the knack for being able to use a bow, having good sight and everything. Alex continued, pausing for a moment. (A knack for using a bow? It sounded unnatural. Was there a lost memory there?) Eventually I managed to find this promised sanctuary through a bunch of undercover agents, who helped me arrive. It was then I joined the Freedom Fighter team.

Amy nodded slightly.

And then, after that, I would go on missions from time to time to try and defeat Robotnik and such. The last mission, which led to Robotniks defeat, I was in Robotropolis with a group of people I cant remember. A flash. An image burned into his mind of a group of Robians; a mongoose, turtle and fox. The ones he met before. Were they part of his group?

When everything had turned roboticised, I had been trying to destroy an engine system which supplied power to the city. After that, I awoke and found myself like this. He tapped his cream hued metal with an audible clang as a result.

Thats the short of it, anyway. Alex said. What about you? Do you actually remember anything other then people and names?

"You...status of the central computer core?"

The lizard was suspended in the air by this throat...not a problem considering he now didn't need to breathe, but the power conduit humming just inches above his head was somewhat persuasive.

"Repaiers are going as quickly as possible sir! Currently at approximately 23%. Estimated time to completion, 43 hours."

Metallix paused for a moment, then releaced his grip, dropping the Robian to the floor. "If it takes any longer, you will be held responsible." he spat, fixing the figure with a burning stare, before turning away and continuing his tour of the city. The repairs were taking longer than he had expected...maybe he needed to do something to give everyone more incentive.

Suddenly he heard voices on the other side of a large debris pile. He paused, listening.

"...and he's come to the infirmary! You're needed there right away!"

"Now hang on...why do we have to go?"

"I just told you!!!"

Metallix stepped forward, round the pile of debris. The speaker was a Robian mongoose, apparently quite a new model, and she was talking to some SWATbots who were apparently relaxing against the pile of rubble. Had Metallix had the time he would have crucified them for doing nothing, but right now he was more interested in the mongoose. "You." he called, pointing at her with a gleaming metal finger. "Explain yourself. What's going on?"

The mongoose looked a little shocked and shaken by his appearence...good. For a moment she seemed speechless, then started talking. "At the infirmary...sir...!" She quickly outlined the situation to him, stammering slightly as she did so.

Metallix narrowed his metal eyes. A killer...a renegade...most interesting! He needed a pawn...someone to make an example of. Maybe he could make use of this situation.

He turned to the SAWTbots. "You, come with us, now." The bots seemed ready to protest, but a second look at Metallix's face warned them not to. With them in line, the blue form turned back to the mongoose. "I will come with you also. I would be most interested to meet this killer of yours. Lead the way."

During all this time, within Geiss' CPU...

Core program fully restored.
Auto-repair functions restored.
Run AutoRepair.
Accepted. Repairing damaged systems and subsystems.
Secondary systems installing. 10%
Subsystems installing. 15%
Defense subsystems Energy Shield, Firewall and Sensor Jammer online.
Offense subsystem Chargeup online. Applied to appropriate weapons systems.
Drive systems operating at 3% efficiency and climbing.
Motor systems operating at 2% efficiency and climbing.
Drive systems operating at less than 1% capacity.
Motor systems operating at
Check combat systems.
Weapons systems test results that weapons are at 15% efficiency.
Melee ability at 10% and climbing.

Lasers damaged. Vulcans damaged. Enact repairs? Y/N Y

Unit Metal Sonic shows mercy. Accept? Y/N Y

Accepted-within parameters of self-preservation.

Master Registry: Met...ERROR.

Geiss tried again. Siding with Metallix seemed like his best option of living at the moment.

Master Registry: Metall...ERROR. ILLEGAL FUNCTION.

WARNING. MASTER REGISTRY IS READ-ONLY AND CANNOT BE EDITED.

Delete master registration.
Deleted.

Create New Registration.
Name: Metallix.
New registration denied.

Geiss was confused inside. He, however, heard an order barked to him and brought one of the repaired lasers, downing the one he was ordered to shoot. Deciding to follow Metallix's orders was the same as updating the master registry, right?

(3) fragmented memory files found. Defragment? Y/N Y
Defragmenting 1 of 3. 2% and climbing.

Now, in the present...

Geiss watched.

Disobedience equates to death. Death is an unfavorable outcome.

1142 words in, 1142 words out.
OOC: Having Knotehole leveled to the ground kinda screws up what I had planned a bit later.

I'm split between Using Castle Acorn II in from the Archie comics or not, I'll edit from your opinion. As well as using Nicole's mobian halographic form. What do you think?

IC:

"I used to think all Overlanders were evil, not until I met this man did I realize how wrong I was." -- King Acorn discussing Julian Kinbotor before the coup.

Even if the computer core could be rebuilt, it would still have be programmed, and there was still the major problem that the power surge from the explosion itself had overloaded and down right melted- any conduit or relay it had gone through, and it had gone through the entire city. Still, Robians were if anything, industrious, once on a task they didn't deviate, showing tenacity Robotnik had never been quite able to program into his pure constructs beyond the most mindless of machines, however even tenacity allowed room for reflection.
The yellow mongoose looked at the blue robot. He looked so much like Priority One, while it was true she had moved past him when she had met her current other half, that still didn't mean her processor didn't skip a data influx when she saw Egg Heart get blown sky high, and knew Priority One was dead. Looking at this construct built in his image: made her wonder if he'd have been this hansom if he were converted. Of course, she'd never know, he was dead, and was never coming back. And she wouldn't dishonor her memory files of him by falling for a copy of him, when she still had hope that her partner was still functioning.
The red fox had explained that Alex would deliver the message for her. Alex might have been on the glitchy side, but F163 said she felt he could be trusted. At least he could be more trusted than Crimson, then again, this blue machine she was leading along with the SWATs back to the clinic was more trust worthy than Crimson.
"What are you looking at?" Metallix asked of her.
"N-Nothing . . . sir."
He knew it was more than that, but sadly he didn't have time to find out what the 'nothing' was. He wanted to meet this 'Crimson' himself: If the wolf was as horrible as the mongoose described Crimson, then Metallix was sure it would make a lovely propaganda piece when he had Crimson public executed. He would be both endeared and feared. Maybe his likeness to Sonic could prove to be useful to more than just the two candidates his had in mind for his bride. Speaking of which, he hoped Geiss was carrying out his assignment.
People gave them a wide breath, after all, even those not impressed by his self imposed title, still knew him, and knew how good he was at killing (well, except for one blue hedgehog, but that was besides the point wasn't it?) and didn't want his attention or ire.

After Amy had asked about what Alex could remember, it was only fair that he asked her the same question. Still, he had asked if she could remember anything other thank people and their names. That changed things quite a bit. "I'm really not sure if I can . . . I remember how important some people were to me, what it was about them I liked, disliked, and made them dear to me. I remember you and I were team mates, I remember how I was impressed how well you could handle a bow and arrow, even if you couldn't hold a candle to my cousin of course."
"Your cousin?"
"Yea! Rob O' Hedge, he's from . . . " It was clear from Amy's expression she had hit another memory gap. "He's always acting like a hero out of a fairy tale. I'm just glade I never stayed with him long enough to pick out of that old English accent."
"Do you know how to shoot a bow and arrow?"
"Crossbow. I use a crossbow. But it doesn't have the hands on feel of my hammer."
"Guess you didn't have either of them on you when you were robotized, or they would have been built into you."
"I guess so, but isn't it kinda weird that your bow should be made a part of you? It wasn't alive."
"Maybe . . . maybe it was so much a part of me emotionally the thing thought it was a natural part of them."
Amy had no clue about how the process worked anymore than Alex, so she couldn't hope to debate the subject.
"Back on track." Alex said. "Are there any events or places you can- remember?"
"I remember Robotropolis, I remember it used to be called Mobotropolis. I remember Sonic and Sally kissing. I remember wanting to be older, so people wouldn't think I was dead weight. I don't remember how I did- get older, I just know it wasn't the old fashioned way."
Alex wondered after the last part of Amy might be making stuff up to fill in the gaps in her memory, but didn't dare say a word of that.
Amy went on. "It's like having all the profiles for characters in a show, but never once having seen an episode. You know what they're like, you know how they feel about each other, but they don't remember what they did. Or in what order they appeared in the show."
"I see . . . do you remember what a Freedom Fighter is?"
" . . . That's what I am right?"
"Yes you are." Alex was just glade she could remember that-.
"Well Knotehole sure looks dead."
"Actually we should be coming to Knotehole any time now." Alex said. He actually knew exactly how long it would be, but stating facts made him too much like the machine he was now.
Amy looked very confused. "Wasn't all of that we went through Knotehole?"
"Amy . . . Knotehole is surrounded by the Great Forest."
"Oh . . .Okay . . . "
That was it hit Alex the obvious question. Amy had known who he was: he could ask her for detail about his personal life.
As fate would have thou, being the dramatic tension freak that it was, they came to the rig that was the border of Knotehole, inside this impression in Robius was the hidden village.
With no fear of physical damage the two slid down the rocky side, coming to a stop at the bottom.
"I don't recognize anything." Amy said depressed.
For Alex, a detail map of Knotehole popped up in his mind's eye (or was that his sub-screen?) showing him their current location and a lay out of the place.
"I'm sure you will." Alex said.
That was when the SWAT bot stepped out from behind the hut they had been approaching.
"This sector is under control Robian "Lady Acorn's" super vision, identify yourself and your loyalties."
The SWAT bot did not have its weapon raised. Amy and Alex actually felt more at home with this SWAT than the others they had seen. It was acting more like they were used to.
"I'm Alex, Freedom Fighter."
"Me . . . Amy . . . Me too."
"Profiles confirmed, but I am under order to detain you for debriefing, sir, madam."
Okay, the sir and madam stuff was just too much.
"Hey! It's okay, I'll vouch for'em, I'm sure they can find their way to 5A1 themselves." The voice came out of the hut revealed to be a purple armored metal walrus. The Robian had a round shape, but none of it was flab (obviously).
Alex had another flash of memory: this Walrus was in the photo as well.
"Rotor?" Amy whispered.
"It's actually W-103 now, but thanks for the nostalgia." The Robian said politely before looking at the towering SWAT bot again. "Carry on, I'll take it from here."
"Yes sir." The SWAT replied before going back to its original position.
"Glade to see you guys are both on-line, when that blast happened in Robotropolis, we were worried everything had been trashed." The Robian said in a friendly voice. "Are the others alright? What's the state of the city?"
"Haven't seen them." Amy said simply. "But I'm sure they're alright." She lied. "The city was shaken pretty bad, Egg Heart Zone was blasted into a tiny pile of rubble."
Alex said. " W-103?" Implying that he remember his real name, but what wondering why he was using his number instead.
"Yes? Whao, what happened to your arm?"
"Got stolen. A red fox, F163 gave me a new one from someone who didn't need it anymore."
"I guess she did as good a job as she could, but come inside." The way W-103 said it, it seemed he knew her. All the same W-103 pulled Alex inside, Amy followed.
The two were presented with a cramped collection of techno junk dating from the steam age to the space age.
W-103 pushed Alex onto a chair. "Now just sit down and hold still."
W-103 grabbed a bunch of metal items without even looking at them, and made Alex almost jump out of his casing when W-103's thick arm actually split apart into a myriad of tools. Amy did yelp.
"Now just hold still." W-103 repeated. One of the devices tapped Alex's crossbow arm and it went rigged, Alex couldn't feel it anymore!
Alex a few seconds later was grateful F163 had him under when she replaced his arm. For as Alex watched, W-103 took the purple half hazard crossbow apart, and using the pieces he hadn't even looked at, reassembled it into something that bore a much closer resemblance to his original arm. The same device from before tapped Alex's arm and he could feel it again, felt just like the original one too.
"There, good as new." W-103 praised his own work, his forearm condensing back into a perfectly normal looking arm for a robotized walrus.
"Er . . . thanks."
"Now that we've got that out of the way, you really should go see 5A1, we've picked up a lot of deserters after the city blew, but they left so fast after the city blew we haven't been able to learn much from'em, hopefully you guys will have more information. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."
Alex's head spinning, he thought about why he came here in the first place. "Actually, I came here looking for the partner of a female yellow Mongoose, do you know where he could be?"
"Huh? Oh you mean A5118? He's at the concert hall. He's been worried sick about her! He'll be happy to know she's all right. M1-M1 is his world."
"Where is that?" Amy asked.
W-103 looked surprised by this. "Have you guys lost your memories or something?"
"Actually we have, she can only remember people, and I can only remember events, assuming there isn't other things we can't remember."
"That explains a bit, I'm sure the other half of what you're missing is in the same data tree as your serial numbers."
That did NOT make Alex feel better.
Amy took hold of Alex and dragged him out of there before the rabbit could protest.
"Sorry." Amy said pulling them in any direction as long as it was away from where they were. "It's just. Robians should be cold, emotionless, machines with a soul trapped inside screaming to get out! Not friendly, helpful, talking about current events causally! Not just how you remember them except for some metal plating and a different name!"

Meanwhile, in a hut that stood at the center of the town, flanked by two SWAT bots now loyal to her. A brown chipmunk/squirrel crossbreed designed Robian calmly padded her hip joint where a sword was hidden underneath the plating ready to spring out with a thought. As she hoped for news that Master Robotnik was dead, and Priority One was alive. Her Sonic.

"Even the lowliest gutter-bot is able to fight when nessicary, you all know this! This traitor here, this lying, anti-siliconite, utilised the very basic strength of any robot, the power given to move our heavy metal parts, the reactions, given in case of a Priority One sighting, and used them to damage others willingly." Crimson maintained a calm exterior, his voice steader then a granite block. "I doubt this friend even exists, we should disable the unit, before it can do any more harm, and take it to the SWATbots to be left to their discression."

He looked around the clinic meaningfully. "Before it can do any more damage preying on the weak and damaged." He glanced at V24 "Or the old and the rusty..."

OOC: I never said Knothole was levelled to the ground, merely that the bit they were at earlier was abandoned.

As for the others parts, I really dont know or mind about the castle, it makes no difference to me. And as for Nicole, I havent read any of the recent comics for ages, so it really is up to you. Although Im wondering how interesting it might be if Nicole was still in her computer state and had a greater deal of memory of events that had transpired or not? Its really up to you.

As for how far is controlling a character is allowed, I think that limited movements and speech of other characters is okay, but not directly controlling the other persons character in determining decisions. If its a little bit of speech to keep your post rolling instead of just waiting for a small reply from another poster, then its allowed. But no major decisions or actions involving the other RPers characters should be used.

IC:

The Robian Walrus had troubled Alex. While he was glad that the being, Rotor, had a more sensible and reasoned state of mind like himself, he was dismayed to hear that the Walrus had still decided on insisting to use a number. And on calling others numbers. It was certainly a surprise, in fact, as he had never considered the possibility of a person being like that. It was an initial disappointment for sure, but at least he knew more then most other Robians. And he did a damn good job on repairing his arm, for which he was thankful.

He and Amy, for now, concentrated on getting their initial job done. Finding the yellow mongooses partner. As such, they continued to scout around for the concert hall. Amy didnt have any idea where it was, but Alex could remember Knothole easily, and was able to lead the way to there with minimal difficulty.

The building looked somewhat tired and weary when they arrived. Physically, nothing had happened to the building, it was the same as it had been. But like the rest of the world, it felt like there was a piece missing. Not literally, but in a spiritual type of sense, there was. Gone was the hope their had once been. The joy and loud cheers of high spirited audiences to a beautiful singer.

The picture entered his mind again, focusing on the couple that were embraced in a hug. The mongooses. They must have been what the Robians looked like in their organic states. Now, all they had to do was enter the concert hall and actually search for the mongoose himself.

They entered the darkened building. There was no light inside other then for what minimal lighting could pass through the buildings, and the trees overhead the building and the rest of Knothole. This only helped add to the gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

H-hello? Amy called out. Is there anyone there?

It was difficult to see clearly in there. For Alex, his eye systems had properly re-coordinated to its potential maximum efficiency. It was almost like there was a mental block that enforced his optics to remain at the same peak his standard eyesight was like before he was roboticised. Possibly an after effect of the desire to be what he once truly was. He wasnt sure, but he wouldnt make a point of complaining.

Amys eye sights were recalibrating themselves to see in the darkness, yet she still intended to have called out, in hope of a friendly reply anyway.

Who wants to know? A voice shot back from the darkness. Alexs acute audio senses (as per his naturally acute original organic ears) picked the sound up and he turned his head in the direction of the voice, seeing a figure sitting down on the stage, his legs hanging down the side. Was this the yellow Robian mongooses partner he had come to find?

Geiss was actually standing in a balcony section, his cloak engaged.

meanwhile, in his CPU...

File 1 of 3 defragmented. Files intact, reading now...

No. Not now. Override.

Denied.

Override.

Denied.

Geiss' mind screamed in protest as the Robotnik logo flashed across his mind.

and then, a file came up.

UNIT GEISS TECHNICAL SPECS.

Geiss' eyes widened in his mind as the specs flashed before them, next to specs of E-Series, Metal, Shadow Android and Silver Mk2. Was THIS what he was capable of doing? Was this his true potential?

UNIT GEISS MISSION PROTOCOLS
-warning. file could not be retrieved.

Then, the CPU interrupted.

...Unit GEISS AI Core system established and activated. Engaging...
Personality subroutines engaged.

Geiss got up from the chair he was had slumped into. Looking down, he noticed three figures. Now...Metallix had ordered him to watch the pink one...but why was he taking orders from a clearly inferior model?

"This doesn't make sense," he grumbled to himself.

Oh well. Maybe it'd be best if he continued to play the dumb machine. He continued to watch...

OOC:
I pray that Geiss isn't going to turn into a god mode machine on us to where he could destroy Metal Madness in hand to hand combat without even trying.

My only hope is that I haven't started an arms race by giving Metallix his copy cat ability from Sonic Heroes.

Any character I throw into the mix, I consider open season for everyone else to use or write for as they please as long as they remain in character.

792 in, 792 out.

IC:
"Ask any Robian in this clinic and they'll tell you I've never harmed a soul in my run time!" F163, hoping that reason could over come the irrational fear that Crimson was clearly trying to instill in the other Robians with him, if she was shut down, all the damage and recovering Robians and constructs here would be helpless at this surprise attack. No matter how good a fighter you were, if you had your guard down, and you let someone get close, you could wind up destroyed, like Crimson had tricked Alex into letting him get close, Alex could have been the best fighter in the world, and it would have done no good, not against a cowardly cheap shot like Crimson had made.

The SWATs of course had the lay out of the city memorized, they didn't need the mongoose to lead them around, but she was still a witness, and with words being the only form of communication the robots all had at the moment, it was important to keep her around. They didn't really consider the chance that she was lying: what would be the point of her lying? Robotnik was dead, the war was over: there was no longer a point to toppling the machines since all were now one. These SWAT bots had no trouble with their current function being gone, after all, as SWATs that worked primarily within the city, a couple of them were leftovers from when the SWATs had all been police robot. They, unlike their brothers at the trashed hover pod factory, figured that now that the war was over, they could return to that function.
A number of Robians were surprisingly thinking the same thing, with the need to build weapons gone, and serve Robotnik hand and foot, many of them were thinking that after the repairs it might be possible for them to return to their original functions before the war had begun.
Out of the blue, Metallix asked the mongoose.
"What is your primary function Robian?"
" . . . I am. . . a singer sir."
"Heh, maybe I'll have you perform for your Emperor after this matter is dissolved then."
"Yes, sir." The mongoose said not sounding that thrilled at it, no matter to Metallix, he could work on that later. They were finally at the clinic, it sounded like a burning cold debate was going on side.
Now he could finally meet this attempted killer: Crimson, this should be very interesting indeed.

"It's me! Amy and Alex." The pink robot said to the Robian sitting on the edge of the stage. Mongoose, with yellow metal just like the one Alex had met in the city, save for the black head plating opposed to violet. This one was clearly male however if not from the sound of his voice box if not his design. Speaking of design, the Mongoose designed Robian's body was covered with them. Artist renderings covered every armored plat on his torso and arms, looking rather like a shirt, which was the closest thing to attire, Alex had seen since coming on-line that mourning. The Robian's legs were also were cover in illustrations. Had those been tattoos before he had been Robotized? They did look rather like the body art on the organic mongoose Alex saw in the picture of his memory. He regarded them with those red in black eyes, scanning them, taking in details recorded in crystal clear detail in his memory banks.
Alex spoke up, "We came all the way from Robotropolis with a message from someone important to you: she said that she hasn't forgotten about you, she's still waiting for you."
The Robian looked at them stunned, then Alex saw a drop of oil come out of the corner of his eye plating, for a Robian, that was like crying blood.
"She didn't forget about me, I was so worried, I thought she might have been totaled when the city blew . . . yes! Thankyouthankyou!" The Robian hopped off the stage and started to race out of the theater before back peddling and saying, "Oh, and it's nice to know you two are alright too! I'm sure everyone else is relieved as well."
"Where are you going?" Amy asked.
"To Robotropolis of course! Now that the war's over M1-M1 can finally give a performance in the capitol! Just imagine the turn out!"
"Performance?" Alex asked.
"Of course! Sure it's been fun for her to sing in Knotehole all this time, but this is her chance to take her music abroad! And with no more worries about the SWATs or the Badniks trying to shoot us, you can bet Knotehole not the only place that'll be hearing her music anymore!"
That mongoose, she was a singer? From the reaction from Amy, it was clear she already knew this fact.
"I just need to need to check with Lady Acorn before I go, I'm gonna tell her I got her message myself!"
"Wait!" Amy interrupted. "Do you know where my hut is?"
"What? You okay?"
"I'm just . . . having a slight glitch, can ya tell?"
"Sure, twenty seven degrees north, zero point seven miles."
"Er, thank you."
"A pleasure to serve."
With that, the cheerful machine ran out of the concert hall leaving the pair again alone.
"Is this were we go stark raving mad?" Amy asked.
"Not yet." Alex said sternly.
"Are we going back with him?"
"Maybe, but before I speak out my intentions, I'll let you go about yours." He didn't say about her forgetting to ask where his hut was. If seeing her homestead jogged her memories it would show him a way to revive his.
"Thanks, you're a gentlemen."
The two, with Amy now in the lead went as the crow flies to where the mongoose had said Amy's place of living was.
On the way, they saw others, SWAT bots standing at attention making no attempts to stop or question them, and Robians, just, being. Amy saw a handful of Robotized kids playing dirt hockey. She found a part of herself wanting to join them, forget this act of pretending to be an adult, forget now being made of tin foil, and just have some play time. She ignored it. She refused. She'd never be called a child, or useless again.
As for what Alex thought, his thoughts were his own on the odd display, not seeing Robians being worked like animals was just so alien.
At last they came to where the mongoose had said was Amy's hut: it had pink drapes. It wasn't locked of course, there had never been enough to steal in Knotehole to begin with. Or that's what Amy's memories of the people she knew told her, that they had never had a reason to steal, ever, at least not from each other.
The room was decidedly . . . pink, Amy liked it. There were also pictures of Sonic, with heart frames, and a dartboard with Sally's face.
Alex found a hard copy of the picture from his memory on her dresser. Amy opened up the closet, and didn't move a millimeter for twenty three seconds exactly.
"Alex . . ." She said holding a red dress with red trim. "What is this?" Her voice was afraid. "I must have worn it: but, I can't remember ever wearing it, or wearing anything. Alex I'm scared. I remember Sonic wearing his gloves and shoes, I remember Sally's vest, Bunnie's skintight body glove . . . but I can't remember wearing this dress."

OOC: Geiss...let's say he has a relationship to both Sonic, Metal and the Emeralds which will be revealed as his programming is...let's just say he's based on Sonic's combat data attained by Eggman AFTER he programmed Metal Sonic initially.

Madness? Probably not without a high degree of difficulty by the time he's fully operational.

OOC: Good thing Metallix has the robot equel to the "sharingan eye" (see Naruto) on his side.

Heh, I sure know how to kill a thread.

(OOC: Ever hated RL with a vengance? Sorry for the dissapearence.)

IC:

The mongoose headed straight for the door, but there was a slight clunk as a metal hand grabbed her shoulder in an iron-like grip. She looked around, shocked.

"Wait." Metallix crooned quietly, holding up a hand to tell the SWATbots behind them to pause too.

"But...but something bad could be going on! We have to be quick!"

"Know your enemy." retorted Metallix as he strode past her, up to the door. He took up station next to it, his red eyes staring blankly at the floor as he concentrated power on his auditory sensors. "Let us find out a little more about this rennegade before interviening." He went quiet, listening to the conversations and movement within...

The yellow mongoose would have retorted that they already knew everything they needed to know about Crimson (he was an attempted killer, clearly out of his head casing, and very dangerous), but Metallix was already listening intently, and she feared contradicting the blue assassin droid. The yellow mongoose could only hope she hadn't jumped out of the junk heap and into the smelting pot and that Metallix would be a more rational danger than Crimson.
With no options left M1-M1 tuned in her own hearing, she was shocked and enraged by what she heard: apparently there was more than one Robian with F163, but Crimson (she couldn't forget that voice), was trying to pin the attack before on the red fox!!! It was enough to make her wanted to barge in there at that moment, only Metallix's shadow of fear kept her back, what the heck was he waiting for?

I hope Pachacmac is alright.

OOC: Meh, just been uninspired as of late. I don't know what to write, plus I've been fairly busy given that its Christmas and all.

How about now? I figured my 'meet everyone elses' word count' would keep this thread going.