The fox beamed at the compliment from Sonic. First the first time, it felt like someone was truly appreciating him. Tails resolved to make sure he’d never let Sonic down, to never betray that trust the Hedgehog had started to place in him.
With a nod, Tails turned back to the aircraft. “Let’s get in, I’m sure I can fly it,” he said, with a newfound confidence. Which then faltered.
“Her…. Name…?” Tails’ namesakes bristled, for a moment he seemed tense, then suddenly relaxed. “Oh… er.. I think it might be written here…” Reaching forward, the Vulpine wiped off some of the dust and grime off a section of the aircraft. “Tor… Tornado.”
Skye, Furville, Feral Forest
“Careful, we don’t want to….. oh, nevermind…” exclaimed Skye as Mighty rushed into Furville. At first glance, the town looked deserted and eerily quiet, aside from a few burning fires. But then, in the centre for the village, Skye spotted the inhabitants. Or rather, what was left of them. Most were now encased in robotic suits, and the few who weren’t had been rounded up and led towards some Prison Pods.
“Hey, wait…” she whispered, catching Mighty’s arm, spotting a school bus parked nearby as she did so. “I’ve got an idea. Create a distraction, and try to get those people free. I’ll get that bus ready so we can all escape.”
Casino Night Zone
While the robots still in combat continued to press the attack, the rest turned, marching in the direction where Rouge had taken Tekno.
Sleet and Dingo, Wave, Mobotropolis
“Well, Princess, it looks as if we will be looking after you for some time,” said Sleet as he, Dingo and Sally headed towards the courtyard, a slight sneer in his voice. “Do you Royal’s have some fancy mansion you hide in when things get difficult?”
There was a slight darkening on the sky, and Sleet turned, seeing in the distance the approaching shape of the Wing Fortress and Flying Batteries. “Hmm… here they come…”
Someone else, out on the streets, also recognised the approaching silhouettes. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Wave muttered to herself.
Back in the council room, King Max turned to his generals. “We need to evacuate the city.” The rest of the room looked to him in surprise.
“Sire, you can’t mean…” one began to protest.
“I do. Every report we have is one of overpowering forces, often after our people. We need to get them to safety. Preferably without a panic, but it may be too late for that. See to it,” Max insisted. One of the generals saluted, turned and headed out of the room. “While that is going on,” Max continued to another officer, “send out a message on the secure frequency. Inform our agents and allies the New Mobotropolis is under attack, and that it’s citizens will soon need places to hide in safety.” Another salute, and the officer went to the radio to send the message as Johnny arrived in the room.
“No time to stand on ceremony, my boy,” King Max replied to Johnny after his introduction, allowing himself a slight smile. “I understand you told one of my soldiers you have connections with the…” he cleared his throat. “With the leadership in Sandblast City. If that is true, I need you to deliver a message to them. I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but now it looks like we’ll all need to band together to take on these invaders.” He held out a dossier. “This is all the data we have on this ‘Robotnik’ and his forces. Get to Sandblast city, give them the information, and tell them to preparer for war, and possibly for an influx of refugees.”