Sonic and all related elements© Sega, Archie, and whoever else has their greedy paws on him now. Used without permission, not for profit.
“Chaos Relocate” and “Chaos See” are© K. M. Hollar, used with permission. (www.netraptor.org)
“Pressing On” was written by Matt Thiessen and is© 2001 Gotee Music. On the Relient K album “The Anatomy of the Tongue in Cheek.”
The Lion, Lt. Goldman, Emech, and Alex Prower are© Odd Evan. May not be distributed without permission. I also like to think that my versions of Shadow and Dulcy are original, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t steal that without permission either.
The characters and entities in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any entity, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental. The actions of Minitech Corporation are not intended to resemble the actions of any company or entity, real or fictitious.
This story is© 2002-2003 Odd Evan (Evan H.), all rights reserved. May not be freely distributed.
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Author’s note: Here it is! An adaptation of a game with no plot and crazy settings (coughSonicAdvancecoughcough)! As usual, critiques, questions, and comments can be sent to my self at mad crasher dot com. Flames are okay as long as they’re helpful (which they’re usually NOT).
On a side note, this story is not my best work. I am not proud of this in the least, and for good reason. I started this story in July of ’02, and it is now June of ’03. I lost my motivation back in August, so if this feels rushed, pathetic, or anything else mediocre, that’s why.
The universe is SegaSonic with some SatAM characters mixed in. Here’s a tip: if it looks like a SatAM character, and acts like a SatAM character, and has the same name as a SatAM character, then it’s a SatAM character. Also, if a robot or environment doesn’t coincide EXACTLY with the game, sue me.
Okay, I am forcing my long-winded self to shut up now. On with the story!
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[02] Timeframe: one month after Sonic Adventure 2 and “Black Light”
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Prologue
A silver convertible pulled up next to the palace. A large, egg-shaped human “hopped” out of the car, “ran” up to the door, and punched in a few obscure numbers on a keypad. The door silently slid open and the human slipped inside.
The hallway was dimly lit. The human counted off the doors until he came to the one he wanted. Keying in another code, he entered the room.
This particular room was lit by a spectacular green glow coming from a gem in the center of the room: the green Chaos Emerald. The human reached for the gem but was blocked by a force field. Scowling, he reached for a key card in his pocket. He swiped the card in the reader on the pedestal and entered yet another code.
Nothing happened.
The human began to tap his foot impatiently, a trait he had picked up, ironically, from one of his greatest enemies.
Finally the light on the card reader turned from red to green, indicating that the force field was deactivated. The human grinned. Turning around to face the security camera behind him, he made a face into the camera as well as a very rude gesture. He then seized the emerald and “ran” out the door to his car.
The streets were deserted. He placed the emerald between the two front seats and took off, yelling, “The great Robotnik strikes again!” His trademark laugh was heard clear on the other side of town.
He pulled onto the Speed Highway with no resistance. No one had called the police yet! “Like taking candy from a baby,” he muttered, reaching over to the emerald.
It wasn’t there.
Just then Robotnik heard someone behind him yell “Chaos Control!!” That voice, he thought as he turned around (as much as the car would allow) to get his emerald back from whoever that was. Before he could utter a sound, however, he froze.
Time had stopped for everyone except the shadow on Robotnik’s car. It hopped off and tossed the glowing emerald from hand to hand. “Like taking candy from a baby,” it muttered. “Rule number one, class?” it continued to the benefit of an unseen audience, “Always check the back seat before entering the vehicle.” It hopped over the divider between the opposing lanes of traffic and began running back into town. After a few seconds, the cars began moving once again.