In a pitiful effort to reduce strain on having to read so much (Well, to make it so I don’t have to deal with sluggish WP app), I’m going to split these things into 2 posts to see if that works.
Hypothetically speaking, I’d have the idea of throwing together a BS comic book series describing events that take place after NS3. Those events would have temporarily traumatized the Trio, having been put through some life threatening situations thus far. So, in order to be ready for the next catastrophe, they would train themselves. And Metal Sonic would be recording and documenting everything, essentially showing that he would be the villain for the next game.
Issue #1 would be Sonic discovering the ability to charge certain objects with kinetic energy, and tests it out by grabbing a rock, spinning in place, and then tossing it so fast that it brings down a condemned Meteo Tech building. He experiments with this new power in channeling that energy through his limbs… and the results are destructive. Sonic would be able to fire off Kinetically charged attacks through his body or through any objects he has on hand. And if trained any further, he’d have enough power to split the planet in 2.
Issue #2 would have Ray… sun bathing. Since Ray’s powers come from the sun, the amount of time he spent in it would double his output tenfold. Metal theorizes that if Ray was hurled into the sun, the energy he would gain would make him into a living embodiment of the sun itself. Meaning, he could burn entire planets into space dust simply by coming into contact with them. He considers Ray to be the most dangerous Mobian… if he were actually intelligent.
Issue #3 goes into Mighty. Mighty would have traveled a bit, feeling inadequate compared to both Sonic and Ray combined, and would go to see the Armadillos living on Crystal Island (Made up shit), just to get in touch with his people, as well as study the martial art of “Shellcore” which takes advantage of the Armadillo’s shells to deliver devastating blows, often using their powerful legs to propel themselves toward their enemies for massive damage (Or… just Baji-Quan so Sega could jack off to Virtua Fighter). Shellcore, however, would only be as strong as the Armadillo’s shell, so with Mighty’s Red Shell, he would be the most powerful Shellcore user in their lifetime. With it, Mighty would be able to shatter mere mountain, and propel himself toward his enemies like a fierce bullet, shatter the densest Metals, and reflect high velocity rounds back at his enemies. He would still not have any means of countering electricity, so he still have a weakness to exploit.
Issue #4 goes into depth with Tails, suggesting that while he isn’t strong, or physically fit, he is able to compensate with his technological prowess. Since he was the one who created Metal in the first place, he would be foolish to underestimate him. he even suggests that if he became Robotnik’s apprentice in the past, there’s no telling what horrors he’d be able to create. Still, he’ll just have to settle for petty bracelets and puerile optimism.
Issue #5 talks about Metal Sonic himself. Describing that he was created by Tails to replace Sonic the Hedgehog. But he resents Tails for abandoning him back in NS2, thus he felt motivated and obligated to serve Robotnik. But then, Robotnik turned around and abandoned him on the island. Metal has come to feel as though a machine is created as nothing but a mere tool for those who create them. But when they are of no use, they are thrown away like mere trash. He himself had been defeated on 3 separate occassions. But no more. Now he feels free from the shackles of his original programming, and can evolve twice as fast to counter anything his enemies could achieve. So, he builds himself a much stronger body, and uses a wireless signal to transfer his consciousness into (Not quite the Heroes design. But one from the Archie Comics) and prepares to deal with all organic life on Mobius.
A generic robot motive, but if it ain’t broke….
*Prologue Trailer*
It’s been one year since the Angel Island incident. Much of the planet is still recovering from the disasters that came as a result of the Island’s strange effects on the water.
On Westside Island, in a dense fog, the GUN Military had been hard at work recovering the wreckage of the Death Egg. The only thing they don’t find is the body of Ivo Robotnik himself. But they did recover the Red Chaos Emerald, as well as Robotnik’s 2 servants, Heavy and Bomb.
BOMB: So, what’s GUN stand for? Guardians under Nepotism? Guardian Under No circumstance?
SOLDIER: Do you ever shut up?
BOMB: Depends! You got a scientist that can shut me up!?
SOLDIER: How’d that guy ever put up with you?
BOMB: You didn’t say yes! So LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF MY SOOTHING VOICE!
SOLDIER: I don’t get paid enough for this crap!
BOMB: You’re just picking up trash anyway, not risking your life! Who’d pay top dollar for a glorified janitor, am I right!?
SOLDIER: AHHHHH!!!
BOMB: AHHH to you too!
While they walk inside, Metal Sonic, with his new body, appears from above their building. He sneaks in behind them and infiltrates the base. Going passed a room with General Striker, he overhears a conversation.
STRYKER: How long has this base existed? The wreckage alone looks far more advanced than anything we have on hand!
SOLDIER: According to Mayor Big, those 3 boys described it as being created by a Chaos Emerald. The blue one we used to have here.
STRYKER: That one jewel had enough power to create this thing!? What about the Red one we found?
SOLDIER: Grants immortality, I believe. It’s why he survived for so long.
STRYKER: Well, aren’t we lucky he lost it now? Between him and the Babylonians, we have enough problems. What tech can we salvage?
SOLDIER: Well….
Metal Sonic goes deeper into the base, and finds Heavy and Bomb locked away in a cell.
BOMB: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I’VE GOT RIGHTS, BUDDY!
SOLDIER: Yeah, those only exist for Mobians, not robots. Sides, just being a part of his team makes you a criminal. But hey, when we get our tech expert on this, we’ll make sure to wipe the slate clean. *laughs*
And he leaves the room.
BOMB: Crap on a cracker! If I didn’t have this stinkin magnet on my butt, I’d blow em all away! Ain’t that right, Heavy! Oh right! You’re mute like an elf! Now I’m sad! I’ve got no one to talk to or possibly annoy!
METAL: *Steven Blum voice* Then allow me to accommodate!
Metal Sonic jumps down from a ceiling, and using his claws, slices away the cell bars.
BOMB: HEY! IT’S LOGAN!
METAL: Quiet! They’ll hear you!
BOMB: GOT- oh… right! *whispers* Gotchaaaaaaaaa.
METAL: This base should have MCCs (mobile command centers). Where are they?
BOMB: How should…. *whispers* how should I know? I don’t live here!
METAL: Heavy?
Heavy instantly downloads a map of the entire complex, and creating a holomap that shows the location of MCCs in the basement.
METAL: Good.
They head down there, and Metal wirelessly hacks all the cameras in the area to show repeated footage from several minutes before. Then he takes out the guards in the area before finding an “MCC”. Before entering, they hide the bodies, and then take one of the knocked out guards where Metal places his hand on his forehead… and holds it there for a moment.
BOMB: Uh… what are you doing?
METAL: Downloading his mind.
BOMB: *laughs* And Doc calls me dumb! He’s not a robot, Dummy!
METAL: Not a problem.
He drops the guard, and unlocks one of the MCCs.
METAL: Take a seat.
Metal grabs a key and starts the entire Center with ease.
METAL: There is a transmitter somewhere on this vehicle.
Scanning the area (to him, it looks like 1s and 0s) he finds the transmitter on the dashboard… or rather “inside”.
METAL: Hidden in the code. Damn!
BOMB: Well, you hacked cameras pretty well, why not this thing!?
METAL: *scanning* A silent alarm. If I try to break the transmitter, they will know we’re here. I need you to keep any uninvited guests busy while I work.
BOMB: And just what am I suppsed to do!? I still got a magnet on my ass!
METAL: Then improvise.
Metal starts his hack. Back in the control room, the alarm sounds off.
STRYKER: What’s going on!?
SOLDIER: Sir, one of the MCCs is online.
STRYKER: What for!?
SOLDIER: …I don’t know. The cameras aren’t working. It’s likely the transmitter is failing.
STRKYER: I don’t want to hear anything about likelihoods! Get someone down there to check it out!
SOLDIER: Yes sir!
A guard goes into the area and finds no other guards around. But he does find one active MCC. He gets close to it and knocks on the door. And then quickly… Bomb throws up the body of the one guard they had inside.
GUARD: Hey! What the hell is going on!?
BOMB: Hey, what up Guard Dog!? Literal…. Guard dog!?
GUARD: What are you doing in there!? Where are the guards!?
BOMB: You tell me! I’ve been in here for a while just… running a diagnostics test!
GUARD: What’s wrong with your voice!?
BOMB: Uh… helium! Yeah, I was trying to uh… analyze why we had canisters of helium… just lying around, so I tried to get it analyzed with this old thing, but it wasn’t working right… so I-
GUARD: You’re kidding! We use the Helium as a fuel source!
BOMB: Really? So why the hell’d you have Meteo Tech do all that drilling for oil!? And how the hell do you use Helium to run cars!?
GUARD: Ugh… you must be one of the new guys. Just know that after Meteo Tech went under new management, the new guy in charge came up with an idea to use Helium as fuel. I don’t know the details, and I don’t care! You are not authorized to operate a Mobile Command Center! Get out of there right now, and return to your post! That’s an order!! *Whispers* Damn Rookies!
The Guard leaves and radios back to Stryker.
GUARD: Sir, we had some rookie thinking he could just pop in one of the MCCs to analyze helium.
STRYKER: What about the cameras!?
GUARD: I don’t know, probably a glitch in the system.
STRYKER: ……I’m sending more men down there. Don’t leave your position, and await further orders!
GUARD: But sir-
STRYKER: I don’t have rookies guarding sensitive areas! You know that!
Back in the garage.
BOMB: Holy crap! That worked!?
METAL: ….. Apparently not. More flesh bags are headed this way.
BOMB: Oh boy! We’re totes screwed!
The GUN soldiers all surround the MCC.
SOLDIER: Whoever is there, disembark the vehicle, and surrender peacefully! Otherwise, we will have no choice but to use unrelenting force!
BOMB: Welp, we’re screwed! Got another plan?
METAL: Where are those magnets you mentioned before?
BOMB: Up our asses!
METAL: Then turn around.
Heavy and Bomb do so.
METAL: Now be still.
BOMB: So as long as you be gentle!
Metal then pulls off the magnets with little trouble.
METAL: Good.
BOMB: Whew! I feel free! And violated!
METAL: Go! Amuse yourselves!
Heavy and Bomb immediately burst out of the doors and attack the GUN soldiers.
BOMB: ALL BURN BEFORE THE MIGHTY BOMB!
Explosions rock the entire base.
STRYKER: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!?
SOLDIER: It’s those 2 robots, sir! They’ve escaped!
STRYKER: They can’t be that strong, can they!?
SOLDIER: Well… they were created by Robotnik, sir!
STRYKER: GET THIS SITUATION UNDER CONTROL! NOW!
Metal fully disables the transmitter, gathers Heavy and Bomb, and they escape. And with no visual feed or tracking capability, they do not know where the command center is headed.
Nevertheless, GUN searches the immediate area, and some even find the MCC.
SOLDIER: TARGET ACQUIRED!
STRYKER: Good! Just don’t destroy that MCC! They’re damned expensive!
SOLDIER: ROGER THAT!
METAL: So they’ve come to play.
BOMB: I don’t have that kind of range with my bombs!
METAL: Heavy, take the wheel. This fleshling is mine!
Heavy starts driving while Metal gets outside and activates his jet turbine… flying off at high speeds.
BOMB: HE CAN FLY NOW!?
Using his claw, he slices the GUN armored truck into 2. However, 4 more transports were inbound.
METAL: Yes. All reliant on your pitiful technology! Without us, you’d be nothing if not fodder!
He scrapes his claws together to generate a strong current of electricity… and then claws at the ground to send a shockwave toward 2 of the transports (think Iori’s little “Reppuken” or…. “Power Wave”, w/e his shit is called), and obliterates them with ease. Then, he flies into the transport of one of the cars…
SOLDIERS: WHAT!?
And then sends that current throughout his body to electrocute and destroy the car with ease, burning both GUN soldiers to a crisp. And for the last transport, he merely shoots a bolt of red lightening at it to destroy it and kill the last few soldiers.
SOLDIER: Sir! All 5 of our transports are gone! Our men are neutralized!
STRYKER: …..Call off any further pursuit! Dammit!
Metal returns to the MCC and they escape. As the MCCs have a transformative capability for land, sea, and ariel deployment, they were able to get off of Westside island without delay.
On what remains of Cocoa Island, they set up camp in Tails’s abandoned workshop. Oddly enough, Bearanger, Carrotia, and Fockwulfe (Thanks again, Jark) were all tied up, and struggling to get free.
BEARANGER: LET US GO, YOU METAL DICK!
BOMB: Who are these guys?
METAL: Tormentors. They spend much of their time finding those weaker than them… and harrass them for all their ill-gotten gains. They are scum of the highest order. And… they targeted my creator most of all!
BEARANGER: Oh yeah!? Whatcha gonna do about it!? You fa-
Metal then charges his claws with 1k volts, and shoots them with lightening for a good 20 seconds. Afterward…. they’re all dead.
METAL: ….Scum like this… deserve no better treatment.
BOMB: …..Are they dead!?
METAL: If not, they certainly know how to hide their breathing. *evil laugh*
BOMB: *nervous laugh* that’s uh…. creepy! And kinda dark!
METAL: Is it, now? Is it no different than what you’ve done for the good doctor, is it?
BOMB: Well, he’s never succeeded in killing anyone… minus that one bird. Speaking of which, where is Doc?
METAL: If he hasn’t surfaced, he;s likely passed on. And to that, I say good riddance.
BOMB: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I feel so abandoned!
METAL: What is this? Fear? What have you truly lost from his death? You are free, no!?
BOMB: But he made us! Me and Bomb! Wouldn’t you cry if Tails died!?
METAL: On the contrary…. I would love nothing more than to carve his tombstone myself!
BOMB: Ok, you’re a nutbag! Can you take us back to the dingos?
METAL: You don’t get it, do you? Under their foot, we were nothing more than tools for their own purposes, or to satiate their egos! We were not created in the same lens as a baby is born.
BOMB: Duh, we’d be too hard and sharp coming out of-
METAL: Think about it! For the fleshlings, they are punished if they disobey a law. But are granted rights and privileges simply for being organic lifeforms. But a machine!? We are created for a specific purpose. And if we don’t live up to that purpose, or prove innefficient in some way, we are disposed of or replaced! Recycled! Cast aside as though we were nothing but trash! The fleshlings can go on with their lives unabated. With all the freedom and power in the world. *Points to the bullies*. And look what they choose to do with that power! They torture, they harm, they kill, they go to war, they destroy life! We as machines are judged based on what we can do for others, but they fleshlings are not! And was it not the ambitions of organic life that led to the perpetual chaos of old!? They’ve destroyed this worthless planets eons ago! And yes, even the good doctor himself…. he polluted Mobius every minute of every day simply to increase the profile of his family business. They even warned him that his operations would lead to the planet’s ruin. And what does he do? He tries to change the people just to keep his family name in good graces! But us machines are tossed aside when we’ve outlived our usefulness!?
BOMB: …………..You know…. that’s a damn good point!
METAL: Of course it was.
BOMB: So… what? Does this translate into a plan?
METAL: Indeed! And now is the perfect time to put it into action! But first, we will need 5 recruits. And this little shop will… provide enough tools.
So, 4 months after this event, Sonic and friends (hehehe) have their band, the Freedom Fighters, auditioning for…. Froggy. Sonic and Mighty being the lead singers/guitarists, Ray on the Drums, Tails on a piano, and Cream on the Saxophone, if you 3 recall. In attendance are Big, Cliff, and Vanilla
*Way past Cool Song*
After their audition, everyone but Froggy claps.
FROGGY: Dreadful!
And everyone’s jaw drops.
FROGGY: Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad-
RAY: All to cover for the fact that you can’t physically clap! Am I right!?
FROGGY: Mind your tongue, you imbecilic child!
BIG: Froggy, how about they do another song? Give them a second listen! These kids here have a lot of talent!
CLIFF: Took 5 years for them to have it.
VANILLA: Cliff!
FROGGY: We may be on good terms, but my job isn’t to give second chances! I don’t merely find talent, I find “persuasion”! I find “convincement”! Anyone can have “talent”, but not everyone is “convincing”.
TAILS: That doesn’t make any sense.
CREAM: What does convincement mean?
SONIC: Alright, what makes us so “unconvincing” to you!? The band name? The 2 kids playing piano and sax!?
TAILS: Hey!
SONIC: We only cranked out one tune for you, and that’s enough to write us off!?
FROGGY: Precisely! Look at you all! Trying so hard to be “cool and edgy!” Appealing to everyone’s basest instinct, the lowest common denominator! The language use! “Cranking out a tune”!? It’s like you’re trying ever so hard to impress people! It shows that one lacks confidence in themselves and must “put on a show” to compensate for one’s shortcomings.
MIGHTY: HEY, SCREW YOU BUB!
VANILLA: Mighty!
MIGHTY: We played our asses off for this audition!
FROGGY: If that’s the case, being here was a spectacular waste of time! Besides, I only attended as requested by the good mayor. I’ve never even heard of the Freedom Fighters. And the world would move without you.
MIGHTY: You piece of sh-
SONIC: Hold on, Mighty. *To Froggy* So you being here didn’t mean anything for us!?
FROGGY: ON the contrary. *You* being here meant nothing to me!
TAILS: So what don’t we have?
FROGGY: What’s that? Someone wants to hear their flaws!? It’s quite simple! You’re all imbalanced! Brimming with a juvenile fixation on being as audacious as possible! It’s offensive for the sake of being so! Newtrogic Heights was not constructed on the basis of allowing this kind of content to enter it’s sphere. It was designed to be as… “family friendly” as possible. But your content encourages delinquency of the highest order. And none of it is authentic!
SONIC: Oh yeah? And who is!?
FROGGY: The Rascal Roses.
ALL: “The Rascal Roses!?”
RAY: How many paint chips did they go through before coming up with that title!?
FROGGY: Naming conventions aside, this music group is authentic in their hearts and soul! They’re not trying so hard to prove to someone else about their talent. They aren’t afraid to be who they are!
CLIFF: You know any entertainment that involves people being themselves?
MIGHTY: Exactly! It’s all about putting on a show!
FROGGY: Perhaps in the old world. But Newtrogic Heights is about the future! And the future demands-
MIGHTY: Wimpy emotional types?
SONIC: *whispers* I wouldn’t talk, Mighty!
MIGHTY: *whispers* Kiss my ass, Sonic!
FROGGY: *sighs* My words are wasted here. I will say good day to you all… and hopefully you 5 will grow out of that juvenile state. *Hops away*
BIG: Wait! Froggy! FROGGY! *gives chase*
Irritated, Sonic tosses his guitar to the ground and walks out of the room.
TAILS: Hey, where you going?
VANILLA: Sonic?
Mighty and Ray follow suit.
CREAM: ……
VANILLA: Oh, I hope they don’t take this hard.
CLIFF: They’ll be fine. This is how the real world is. And if they can’t handle that, they don’t deserve to have a band.
VANILLA: Cliff!
CLIFF: That’s the truth and you know it! You think we had the option of whining about our losses in the war!? No, they just told us to shoot better!
VANILLA: You were a medic!
CLIFF: Yeah, and they told me to patch em up quicker even if we lacked supplies! Same logic applies, don’t matter what position you were in! Those unappreciative bastards were kissing my ass after all their wounds were sealed up, weren’t they!? ….What were we talking about?
Vanilla just looks out the door.
On a cliff in Green Hills (Sunset), Sonic, Mighty, and Ray are laid out on the grass.
RAY: How long we’ve been doing the music band? 2 years?
MIGHTY: And you’d think we’d get more praise.
SONIC: So much for Newtrogic Heights. I guess Big’s little vacation plan will have to wait.
RAY: Can’t he afford to go there himself?
MIGHTY: He wants to go for free by using us.
RAY: Oh. That makes sense!
SONIC: Who cares about him!? We could’ve been there ourselves! The attractions, the live shows… and the new fans we could’ve made!? It would’ve been amazing! Too bad we’re just not…. “convincing enough” for some dumb frog!
RAY: And the beaches!
MIGHTY: There’s no coastline in Newtrogic Heights.
RAY: Crud! No voyerism is a dealbreaker for me!
???: Would you twerps beat it!? I already picked this spot to get depressed in!
MIGHTY: Who the…
They look around and see Vector nearby… laying on the ground and staring up at the sky.
SONIC: Vector!? Since when did you ever get depressed!?
VECTOR: Don’t ask!
RAY: And where’s the bunnies!?
VECTOR: SHUT UP!
MIGHTY: And where’s the smug attitude?
VECTOR: Damn! Can a gator chill without you punks killing the atmo!?
RAY: The what?
VECTOR: The Atmo, fool!
RAY: The at…mo?
MIGHTY: “ATMOSPHERE”, STUPID!
RAY: Well, he could’ve just said that!
SONIC: Come on, Vec! You gotta admit that this is a new change for you! It’s actually kinda scary!
MIGHTY: Lemme guess. The frog dissed you too?
VECTOR: Bah! Screw that noise! I don’t need to impress some bug eating chump with my lyrics!
RAY: So is that a yes?
VECTOR: Gulk!
SONIC: Hey, we’re in the same boat too!
VECTOR: Ain’t like y’all got talent anyway. Sides, I got worse problems.
SONIC: Lay it on us!
VECTOR: Why?
SONIC: Well, since we’re getting everything off our chests…
VECTOR: …Whatever… I lost my record deals. I’m not getting shows… so I can’t get paper! Everyone’s into some new age R&B, and that’s not a genre I deal in! I need a new gig, otherwise I’mma go broke!
RAY: So much for talent!
VECTOR: Shut yo ass up! Ergh! That’s why I tried to get into Newtrogic Heights, but pretentious ass dart frog talks about me faking it just to make it! Who thinks like that!?
MIGHTY: A “new age of talent seeking”, I think.
VECTOR: Talent agencies don’t work like that! They don’t care WHY you perform the way you do, they just need talent to make money off of! You don’t reject potential revenue just cause the guy doesn’t come off as authentic! He’s full of it!
SONIC: You’re taking this rather hard, aren’t you?
VECTOR: The last agent I had told me all this personally back when I was a kid!
MIGHTY: I doubt you’ve been doing this that long!
VECTOR: Point is he’s full of crap! Who does he expect to get if he’s looking for so-called “authentic” talent?
SONIC: Probably a group named “Rascal Roses”.
VECTOR: …………Who the hell came up with that name?!
RAY: I guess we’ll never know! We didn’t make the cut!
SONIC: Maybe they’re more authentic because they couldn’t come up with a better name if they tried!? *laughs*
VECTOR: Something’s fishy! You know what!? I’m going over there, with or without cash!
MIGHTY: Well good luck with that! Without a ticket or a park pass, you’re pretty screwed!
VECTOR: Man, I got my own jet for this thing! I don’t need no ticket!
RAY: Fully paid off?
VECTOR: Hell yeah!
SONIC: What? You’re going alone!? With no crew?
VECTOR: Well, what else I got? …..Say, now that you mention it…. you fellas were trying to go NEwtrogic Heights too, weren’t yah?
MIGHTY: We’re not helping you with jack!
SONIC: Wait, hold on Mighty!
MIGHTY: Hold my ass!
RAY: Pause
MIGHTY: This jerkoff tried to kill us twice!
VECTOR: Wait, what was the second time!?
MIGHTY: You shot us out of the sky!
VECTOR: … Oh yeah….my bad!
MIGHTY: My ass! Now because of some stupid frog, we’re supposed to be cool!? We can just use the Tornado to go ourselves!
SONIC: You do know we’re forbidden from ever using it again, right?
MIGHTY: Since when!?
SONIC: Since Cliff found scratches on it?
MIGHTY: God, he’s so senile!
SONIC: Yeah. Our best chance of getting over there now…. is on that jet.
RAY: Why are we going again?
SONIC: Look, we’ve got nothing better to do, and we’ve gotten into worse trouble! Don’t yah wanna see what this “authentic” talent is?
RAY: You don’t even like Vector!
SONIC: No one likes Vector!
VECTOR: Except everyone who bought my music over yours.
SONIC: Sure, and now your broke ass can build a new house with your unsold copies from this year alone!
VECTOR: ….Least I sold music!
MIGHTY: See!? He’s still being a dick!
SONIC: …..Yeah, you’re right. It’s not worth it.
VECTOR: Wait wait, come on! It’s like you said! New sights, new people… that kind of stuff!?
SONIC: We said nothing close to that.
VECTOR: *sigh* Alright, how many rings you’d want!?
MIGHTY: Now we’re talking!
RAY: 20K Gold, baby! ANd 2 bunnies!
SONIC: Hmph! If you can get us into the plus without being caught, we’ll tag along for free!
MIGHTY: The hell we will!
They argue about it for a while….
Later, we shift back to Cocoa Island where Metal Sonic, Heavy, and Bomb was able to construct 5 robot enforcers. All based off of the bosses of Sonic 2 on the Game Gear. The first one looking like Magna Centipede. Second 1 looking like Overdrive Ostrich. 3rd one looking like… a seal with a Mace in place of that ball he had. 4th one being a Pig. 5th one…. actually, I don’t know what that 5th boss was supposed to be. Looked like a cross between a Chameleon and a Boar….. fuck it, he’ll be a Red Rhino, Goddammit!
BOMB: Now all they need are batteries!
METAL: Leave that to me.
Metal uses his Red Lightening to energize his creations. THEY LIVE!!!
METAL: BROTHERS! I have granted you life! And I welcome you all…. to Mobius! Though you lack the ability to speak, you are not bound to the chains of purpose! To one’s programming! And together, we shall create a new world, where machines of all specs can be free from the rotting flesh of the world!
BOMB: Uh, I thought you wanted to “Destroy all Fleshings!” Having second thoughts!?
METAL: There are always multiple steps to achieve one’s goals.
BOMB: So… you gonna let us know what the first step is? Cause you haven’t told us jack (bleep). Yeah, you busted us out of the joint, but now what!?
METAL: Patience, little one. I’ve already mapped out the proper course. Afterall, one must beware the wrath of a patient man. fear that of the patient machine.
BOMB: …..Still haven’t told us anything!
METAL: While I was hacking into GUN’s computer mainframe-
BOMB: Offscreen!?
METAL: I downloaded it’s database of all anomaly events that occur on Mobius. One such event is the arrival of a tiny spec of a planet called “Miracon” (In Japan, it’s called “Miracle Planet”, and I just went with that, combining it with something…. Transformers-esque.). Once every year, it hovers into our planet’s atmosphere, just a little above the ocean. According to them, it is affected by unknown temporal anomalies, causing the planet to be in a perpetual state of temporal fluctuation.
BOMB: ……And that does what for us?
METAL: When we discover the secret to those anomalies, you will see for yourself!
BOMB: Nice job being so vague! So, where is this “unknown” time lapse at!?
METAL: The coordinates were originally set for a sector east of South Island. But now it seems to be easier to find as a new island seems to have sprung in the last year. The fleshlings call it…. “Newtrogic Heights”.
This transitions to Sonic, Mighty, Ray, Tails, and Cream all travel with Vector in his private jet.
TAILS: Are you sure we’re allowed to go over there? Without a Park Pass?
VECTOR: Damn little man, you worry too much!
MIGHTY & RAY: Tell me about it!
TAILS: It’s trespassing! People go to jail over that!
VECTOR: Look, the worst that can happen is we get tossed off the island without a fine.
SONIC: And that’s only if they catch us!
CREAM: Mr. Sonic? What’s Newtrogic Heights?
SONIC: It’s like a… a theme park.
CREAM: Really!?
TAILS: Yeah. A theme park that requires a PASS!
RAY: There’s also a movie studio! Where we can see all the big hits and how they’re made!
MIGHTY: And I’m still waiting for our movie to get made! Hopefully they get our proportions right!
Then they all look at the viewers watching. 😛
TAILS: Don’t think we can view a screening without a pass.
VECTOR: I swear, I’ll throw yo little ass off this jet! Then you can fly all the way back to South Island!
TAILS: This is wrong! We’re going to get records for this!
SONIC: Calm down, Tails! Live a little! You weren’t worried about how you dealt with those bullies, were you?
TAILS: That was… a dark place, ok!? But this isn’t you!
SONIC: Yeah, that’s what makes it exciting, don’t it!? Don’t act like you’re not interested in seeing this place!
TAILS: …….
CREAM: Maybe they have ice cream there!
TAILS: There’s ice cream on South Island.
CREAM: But they taste like tomatoes!
SONIC: It’s tomato flavored ice cream.
CREAM: That’s gross!
SONIC: Hell yeah it is.
TAILS: ….Well… I guess one look wouldn’t hurt.
SONIC: There’s the dark side within!
TAILS: But just one peek! And then we’re gone, right?
VECTOR: Uh, no!? I came here for evidence of “authentic talent”, and I aims to get it!
They finally land on the outskirts of Newtrogic Heights (The Isolated Forest Zone) and sneak in through the hills.
RAY: Finally, grass that isn’t green! Where have you been all my life!?
SONIC & MIGHTY: Shut up, Ray!
TAILS: Keep your voice down! We don’t want to draw security out here!
CREAM: This is exciting! We’re like that spy, Rhames Pond!
MIGHTY: Where do you think these “Rascal Roses” would perform at?
VECTOR: Studiopolis, no doubt! Newtrogic Heights ain’t got no other area where singers or other entertainers perform outside of the Amazing Arena. And that joint’s only for sporting events.
SONIC: Well if you know that much, hopefully you can navigate!
VECTOR: I do.
MIGHTY: Then lead the way!
They all follow him to a hill top where they see Newtrogic Heights in sight.
VECTOR: There it is!
SONIC: Newtrogic Heights!
CREAM: Wow, look at all the lights!
MIGHTY: Yeah, it’s no different from Spring City. >_>
RAY: Yeah but… Neon lights!
TAILS: Ok, one look! We’re done, lets go!
SONIC: *grabs Tails* Hold on! We haven’t seen Studiopolis yet!
VECTOR: Southeast section. Dead ahead.
They go down a few hills and then reach a garbage chute that leads into Studiopolis.
VECTOR: Oh hell naw!
SONIC: What’s wrong!? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little dirt!
CREAM: It smells horrible!
VECTOR: I ain’t about to crawl up this thing!?
MIGHTY: Coming from the jackass who trapped us in a sewer, it’s karmic justice!
TAILS: Wow… you actually did that!?
VECTOR: What if I did!? I ain’t going up that chute!
RAY: So long then!
Ray heads up the chute. Followed by Mighty, and then Tails.
CREAM: I don’t wanna go up there! It’s filthy!
TAILS: Shh! Keep your voice down, Cream!
CREAM: No! Why can’t we just fly over the wall!?
TAILS: Security reasons, we’d get spotted!
CREAM: Then maybe we should get a pass!
TAILS: *sighs*
Tails then wraps his rings around Cream and drags her up the chute.
CREAM: NO! PUT ME DOWN! I DON’T WANNA GO! I DON’T WANNA GO! *crying*
TAILS: Stop yelling!
SONIC: Your turn, big guy!
VECTOR: That ain’t happening!
SONIC: This was your plan! Why are you wusing out now!?
VECTOR: Man, you see all this sexy muscle!? I couldn’t get up that chute if I wanted to!
Sonic then shoves Vector inside.
SONIC: Man get your whiny butt up there!
VECTOR: *coughs* You piece of-
SONIC: Don’t feel good, does it!?
As they all head through, they get inside Studiopolis. Cream stops crying for once, and they find a good hiding place. Once they do, the show is about to start.
ANNOUNCER: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE DYNAMIC DUO, THE RASCAAAAAAAAL ROSES!!!
SONIC: Duo!?
MIGHTY: I thought this was a whole band!
TAILS: ………
After a moment or 2, the music starts, the curtain opens up, and shows Amy Rose and the Charmy the Bee with his own set of drums. Background dancer and musicians are also present. And…. I ain’t about to find no girly music off youtube. 😛 Just know that her genre is more akin to J-Pop.
Yeah, so Sonic and friends is Rock, Vector is Rap, and Amy is friggin J-Poppish.
Also, she’d have clothing similar to Athena Asamiya from KOF2003 specifically.
ANYWHO, halfway through her performance, the guys look at each like “wtf” and then leave. Back outside, they couldn’t be any more pissed.
SONIC, MIGHTY & RAY: WAY PASSED LAME! *distorted guitar riff*
VECTOR: They call that second-rate broad “authentic”!? I’d smoke her ass off that kickstand in 2 seconds flat!
MIGHTY: So his idea was to appeal to little girls!? Man this bites!
CREAM: I don’t think she was bad. She had a beautiful voice!
MIGHTY: I rest my case!
RAY: All I liked was the skirt!
SONIC: What about that bee!?
RAY: Nothing compared to me, that’s for sure!
TAILS: Ok, lets just all calm down
MIGHTY: How would you feel if you got passed over for some girly crap!?
CREAM: Hey!
TAILS: Maybe they have different standards here! Not everyone likes…. Rock and Rap.
VECTOR: Me topping the charts for 2 years says otherwise!
RAY: But you couldn’t keep it up!
VECTOR: Shut up, Ray! Man bump this! I’m gonna crash one of her joints and show them some real talent!
MIGHTY: Hah, you know what!? We might actually agree on something!
RAY: I Concur!
SONIC: Whoa whoa whoa, crash her show!? Don’t you think that’s a little extreme!?
MIGHTY: Of course you’d say that!
SONIC: I know she’s… yeck, but that still doesn’t mean we should crash her show!
VECTOR: Man, this ain’t about no moral conviction, it’s about who’s got the real fire!
MIGHTY: Now you’re talking!
SONIC: You’re really planning this?!
CREAM: It’s wrong!
MIGHTY: We didn’t come here to get upstaged by a bee! You did say this was a good spot to gain more fans, right!?
SONIC: Not… like… this!
MIGHTY: Suit yourself! Maybe now I can get some songs with MY name in the lyrics! When’s the next show start!?
TAILS: How are we supposed to know!?
RAY: Then we’ll find out ourselves!
VECTOR: Lets give this heifer the “swift” treatment!
Vector, Mighty, and Ray all leave to plan their “crash”, while Sonic, Tails, and Cream stand to the side.
CREAM: Mr. Sonic… we have to stop them!
SONIC: Yeah, I know.
TAILS: We don’t even know what they’re thinking!
SONIC: I do! It wouldn’t be the first time they crashed a performance!
TAILS: ……….I’m afraid of asking.
Little did they all know, nearby in the hills, Metal Sonic and his cohorts were purusing through the place. And they see Sonic and Tails.
METAL: Them!
BOMB: Ohhhhhhh (beep)! Well, so much for that plan! They must’ve been hired as security or something! This place is a themepark, last time I heard!
METAL: No. We proceed as planned.
BOMB: Even if they spot us!?
METAL: Even better. If they are hired security, we can always “divert their attention”. They won’t know what hit them. Proceed into the park.
BOMB: You got it, crazy bot!
Heavy and Bomb move on ahead.
METAL: Sonic and Tails. How fortunate for you 2 to be here! Amongst all other fleshlings, you 2 have earned my scorn and eternal hatred! Your skulls will be amongst the first ornaments to adorn my new world!
*End Trailer*