Roleplay:Origins

In the year 2016, SEGA has announced they've cut funding to Sonic Team due to a series of massive flop titles.

Soon after, Users from the site Sonic Fanon Wiki awaken on Mobius. There, they meet with their fan characters and try to get home.

The events were not unrelated. In a Mobius where games, comics, and past Roleplays all converge into a reality, the users must learn to fight Doctor Eggman, his armies, and the problems in themselves. But just why is Eggman so interested in capturing them? Why is the planet seemingly falling apart? And who is the boy in black that keeps turning up during their quest?

Rules

 * Follow all SFW Policies.
 * I stress, no God-Modding.
 * Characters can appear without their creators coming to Mobius.
 * Humans can have no powers. Only weapons seen in the Sonic Canon wielded by humans, or weapons wielded by humans on Earth.
 * To further elaborate, the idea of the RP is USER FROM EARTH coming to Mobius. This means the users should be human, with no inhuman or mutant abilities, such as ESP, wings, extra limbs or any such thing.
 * Instead of actually adding yourself, you can create a fake "persona" to represent yourself, with a different name and personality.
 * Please separate paragraphs with " * * * " to indicate a change in scene or location, to avoid confusion and keep the layout neat.
 * The Roleplay is currenty: FREE JOIN.

Heroes

 * Mazda the Lion (Whitestar)
 * Endac Korinth Solarium (Shadow DragonKnight)
 * Shadow DragonKnight AKA Draelin SoulVoid (who else would be playing him)
 * Hunter the Fox (Hunter1034)
 * Wolfgang the Cat (Hunter1034)
 * (Petty Officer 3rd Class) Gallant (Hunter1034)
 * Conrad the Wolf (TheSkullWolf)
 * TheSkullWolf "Skull" (Guess who?)
 * Apallo The Hedgehog (Apallo The Hedgehog)
 * Apallo Jr "Junior" (Apallo The Hedgehog)
 * Isaiah the Angelic Hedgefox
 * Draon029 (Clone #029)
 * Gale the Hedgehog
 * General Damian Knight (User:General Knight)
 * Kay the Cat (Akrivus the Cat)

Neutral

 * Fredrick the Deer (Whitestar)
 * Anne Taeking (Whitestar)
 * Eclipse The Hedgehog (Apallo)
 * SAROS aka Sarah (Draon029)
 * Red Mist (Representing me; Venom)
 * LightningHart the Artificial EchiBear (Venom)
 * Charlene (Hunter1034)
 * Raiden the Chameleon (TheSkullWolf)

Villains

 * "the boy in black" (Whitestar) (it should be noted users will not recognise him. Post that violate this will be deleted)
 * Doctor Eggman (Whitestar)
 * Cutlass the Demonfox (Draon029)

Part 1
The teenager awoke on a cliff. Around him, seagulls sang their hearty, seaside song. A blaze of pink and yellow, blue and orange lit up the sky. The smell of sea salt assaulted his nostrils.

As the boy got onto his feet, a wave of nausea swept over him. Thankfully, before he emptied the contents of his stomach, the world righted itself and all was calm. With each breath, the boy grew stronger. His headache vanished, the weakness in his joints faded away. And in himself, there was a...something. He felt his chest, only to find his heart did not beat within.

trying to tap this strange thing inside himself, the boy channeled his thoughts. It took a bit. Maybe five minutes, maybe an hour. But the entire time he stood there, he focused on controlling and taming this feeling inside. He replaced the old, paint stained sweatpants and graphic tee with a sharp suit. All black, with a white tie. Next, he mentally brushed his hair into a waterfall of black curls, and even decided to have some fun and turn his eyes a piercing blue. Gorgeous.

He didn't know what this was, but he was darned sure he'd take full advantage of this power.

* * *

Under a tree was a boy, 16 years old, sleeping. The boy awoke and stretched his back. He opened his eyes and flinched at his surroundings. "The hell...where am i, and What am i doing under a tree?" the boy looks around and sees that he is under a tree on the side of a forest path. He holds a hand to his head "alright this is wierd, last thing i remember is...i can't remember...i can't remember what i was doing. So then where am i?". He looks up and down the path confused.

The boy stands up dusting off his pants then looking down at his clothes. He was wearing blue jeans shorts and a Grey teeshirt with a yinyang sign that had a dragon on one side and a tiger on the other, looking like they were about to battle. He was a not so strong kid, not very muscular on his arms but his legs are fairly strong and able to run far distances from training. The boy remembered that the last thing that happened to him was he fell asleep on the couch in his house while on a computer. "So now i'm here?...and where is here?" he looks down the path again and sees something coming his way at a high speed. He blurts an obscenity as a strange blur goes by. "And what the hell was that?!" he said as he watches the creature continue moving down the path. Then he hears the voice a man from behind. He turned around to see another Human about the age of 19 with white hair and light blueish grey eyes. "Hey...are you human?...thats not something i see everyday...whatever anyway do you know where that Blasted Tiger went, he's wanted for crimes throughout the mainland of mobius" the man said while holstering a glock he was holding. The boy stared at the man almost gawking. "Your name...is your name Endac?!" asked the boy who was now shuddering. Endac nodded "how do you know me kid...nevermind, not an important question, where did it go?" The boy shook his head "um he...i mean it went up the path i think". Endac smiled "thanks" he replyed and headed off after it "see you 'round i guess". The boy thought over what happened. "This has to be a dream, but that was Endac...and he said Mobius...i'm on Mobius?!"

Endac continues following the Lion on foot but soon realizes that it has escaped from him. "Blast...if i hadn't stayed to chat with that kid i would have caught him...whatever". A miniature Dragon flies up and then forms into a human who also looked 19 with Black hair in a fairly normal trimmed fasion. He wore a white button up shirt over a white Tee and Blue jeans. All together he looked like he just came out of an anime. He also had Crimson Red dragon wings jutting from his back. "So what now endac?" says the Dragon boy. Endac gives the boy a side glance "lets just head home Yuyeri...i have no use of being here anymore" he replyed as he turned to leave. Yuyeri followed Endac in silence shoving his hands in his pockets.

* * *

Elsewhere, along particularly rocky section of Mobius' eastern shoreline, there was a young man. Now this wouldn't be anything worth noting under your average circumstances, these weren't normal circumstances at all. For one, the guy was passed out facedown on the sand just out of the reach of the surf, which was desperately trying to lap at the man's form in an attempt to draw him into it's cool body. For two, the man was wearing nothing but a white undershirt and some thin black shorts sleeping-shorts. While this in of itself was uncommon (but not unheard of) for this stretch of shore, the way in which this man had arrived here was completely unnatural. Instead of stumbling drunk across the sand like the rest of the men who had lost their consciousness here, this man had simply poped into existence precisely at the stroke of 12. There were even a few seagulls to bear witness to the happening, and they were certain to fly off before any more people could suddenly impose on their privacy.

As waves gently crashed upon the shore, Anne Taeking saw the boy lying in the sand. She dismissed her guards, and knelt beside him. After feeling his pulse, she determined he was alive.

"And who are you?" she asked softly, stroking his hair," 'tis not every day a young lady is presented with a handsome man upon her trail."

The boy's hair is short and stubbly, having been cut in a military fashion no more than four days ago, and his head is warm. He stirs slightly in his slumber, obviously still deep in sleep despite his current location.

"A soldier..." she said, now recognising the style of haircut," Interesting. AWAKEN SOLDIER! HUP! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

The soldier's response is obviously conditioned from many a early wake-up call for an inspection, as the time in between his eyes snapping open and standing at attention is barely more than a second. This military composure is thrown out the window when he realizes exactly who it is calling him to consciousness, however, for he literally leaps back four feet before taking up a defensive stance. Despite his surprise, he doesn't utter a word other than a reflexive obscenity, even as he prepares to fight for his right to live.

"Congratulations, you're fully awake and ready to defend your country from my paniers," the lioness replied in an English accent, smiling and flashing her fangs. She inspected the soldier, looking over his sand stained clothing and disheveled appearance. As his eyes scanned her, she asked," I suppose you don't hold your drink well, soldier."

The soldier remains silent, his eyes locked onto Anne's face, tracing over all her alien features and betraying the foremost of his thoughts: Why the flying f*** am I seeing a anthropomorphic lion right now?

"Answer me soldier," she demanded, now growing annoyed. After a few more moments of silence, she lifted up her skirts, strode up mto him, and slapped him across the face. Rubbing her palm, she garnished her tone with venom and asked," Art thou now satisfied I am real, soldier!? Stop staring at me, mouth agape like some idiot and tell me who thou art!"

After a short second of complete shock, the soldier turns his now hardened gaze back to the lioness.

"I am Petty Officer Gallant of the United States Navy, and I will not hesitate to strike should you lay another hand on me, mam."

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed as she said," Well, "officer", I regret to inform you there art no such nation as "the United States" on this planet. Perhaps thou awoke here from a mental institution?'

The Officer, Gallant, didn't look surprised at this information. "I gathered that, mam, when you confirmed that this is reality and not some bad dream with that slap. What is the name of this planet we stand upon now?"

"'tis Mobius," she said, motioning her arms toward the horizon. No longer interested by the soldier, Anne was able to better view the location. It was a lovely, quiet beach town made up mostly of rich men's getaways. The hammocks and palm trees went perfectly with the white condos and pinkish-blue morning sky. It was almost like being in a postcard.

"Mobius..." Gallant echoed, thinking over the name. It sounded familiar... Very familiar, actually... In fact... The more he thought about it...

"Oh gods..."

Despite the warm sunlight at his back and the warm sand beneath his feet, the Third Class Petty Officer felt cold. He was certain what was around him was truly real, the mild stinging in his cheek being enough of a confirmation, but if this were truly Mobius he would most definitely not be getting home to he his family like he thought he was not even twelve hours ago. And as Mobius was the only planet he knew of that carried anthros with eyes such as Anne's, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd never see his ship again... Faced with such a reality, he simply closed his eyes, fighting to keep himself composed.

Anne eyed him, watching him shudder and twitch like he was about to break. It was truly pathetic. Although unphazed by his current emotional state, Anne knew an oportunity when one came. Whoever this "Gallant" was, there was the possibility he may have information. Perhaps he was a soldier working in a secret power plant? Or guarding a missle base? Even if he was just a simple human with nothing that would help her, Anne was still willing to gamble on this man. With a sweet voice like honey, she said," Perhaps thou would like to come with me? My property is not but a stroll from here, and I'm sure I may provide help. If nothing else, I'm sure thou would like breakfast."

Gallant's eyes snapped open, full of anguish for a life he'd never get to see again, full of hate for his present situation, and the directed all this pain at Anne. "You have no idea the trouble I face right now, lion!" He growled, staring her hard in the face. "My entire existence has been ripped asunder while I slept, and now I have nothing NOTHING left to live for!!"

The lioness smiled in a strange way, a confident look spreading over her face as she said," Thou art not from here, are you? Well, if thou art not from here, then thou must have arrived here somehow, yes? Ship, plane, wormhole, inter dimensional shift? And if you arrived, there must be a way to send you back, yes?"

She extended a hand, still smiling as she said," I am a very powerful woman, Officer Gallant. I am confident I can bring thee home."

While Anne may have been full of confidence in herself, Gallant was never the type to have confidence in anyone other than himself, especially when wounded.

"Make not promises you cannot keep, and buy into no debts you cannot pay!" His eyes were no less wild and full of pain than before, though his mouth now bore a smile of sorts. "I may be a man with nothing left to live for, but I am not a fool: A woman who can alter reality has no need to console the broken!"

"Alter reality? Thou must be confused," she said, growing angry again," I will be honest, sir. I am but a defenseless girl, with no more "powers" than an infant. However I do have connections to powerful allies. I make no move without seeing a benefit to myself. I'm quite interested in your arriving from another planet, and I should like to find out how and why this happened...maybe even discover if more of you aliens hath arrived? Hmm?"

The human opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself as if something clicked into place in his head, at which point he breaks out into a genuine grin and starts laughing a growing, hysterical sort of laugh. Whatever it is he's laughing over, be it madness or something genuinely funny, Anne can't tell.

Well crap she thought, looking at his new grin. His face curled and contorted. It was the one thing Anne feared: Insanity. Whethyer the smartest, most cunning, or unbearably stupid, any sane person could be manipulated. But not one with a broken mind. They were uncontrollable, unpredictable. She raised her head, scanning the man before her and wishing she hadn't sent her guards away. With a hint of defense, she asked," So, what say thee, Sir Gallant?"

Gallant's laugh comes to an instant halt at her voice, and when he looks at her again his eyes are much clearer and bluer than before, showing what seems to be acceptance that's holding the pain at bay. "I say to the hells with it, mam, I'll go with ye. Like it or not, I've no other chance, and feeling sorry for myself isn't going to get anything done." He flexes his hands, causing his knuckles to pop as they're forced to move once more. "I can mourn when I'm alone."

"Very well then..." she said wearilly. Immediately, she pressed one of the jewels on her dress. A panic button in disguise, her guards returned at her signal, guns ready just in case. After taking up positions beside their mistress, the group headed back towards her home.

With nowhere to go and nothing to really lose anymore, the Petty Officer follows a short, respectful distance behind.

* * *

Elsewhere, on the peak of a mountain, a boy of the age of 16 gazed at the landscape spread below him. His shined a brilliant blue as the tattoo's running along his arms and on his face. His silver hair swayed in the wind as he turned to look up to the sky. Dressed in a tunic shirt, black pants, casual shoes and a black trench coat over his shoulder, he was not a normal sight for most. He smiled to himself as he stared back at the land before him. "This should be interesting." The boy said with anticipation. He then left from his perch and skydived don the own the mountain, only to land on a type of extreme gear and rode down to ground level. The boy soon landed on the plains spreding out before him and rode off towards the city near a beach only a fews miles away. "I should find some locals there. Maybe there are others from earth there." He smiles at the thought, hoping to find something.

The boy rode his extreme gear into the city and flies past a few houses till he found the beach. He flew over the beach until he saw a beach house and hopped off his extreme gear. "This seems a bit suspicious. Might as well start my search here." He says. He walked up the door and kncocked. "Hello, anybody here?" He asked confused.

* * *

Deep in an underground lab facility, a kid, roughly 16 at age, is seen floating in a sort of restoration tank, with a rebreather strapped to his face. He looked down to notice that he's shirtless, wearing a weathered pair of cargo shorts. Looking behind himself, he saw two white wings, hanging between his shoulder blades. He looked around the poorly lit and run-down room as a voice sounds: "Clone has awakened, releasing seal."

The liquid the boy was floating in began to drain and the tank opens. The boy, feeling weak on his new feet, stumbled out onto the floor and breathed the fresh air. He threw his head back and screamed in pain as the feeling of somebody ripping out his shoulder blades runs through him. When the pain finally subsided, he looks at his back to realize his wings were reformed back into himself.

The boy slowly stood up and stretched his joints on instinct, he notices that he was very well muscular considering the time in the restoremisn tank he must have had. At that moment, all the questions that had come to him earlier hit him again, and he wondered what he was doing here and why. As he continued to stretch his joints, he notices that on his forearms was stamped in a large black font the numbers "029".

The boy finally spoke to himself softly. "029...Clone...Clone of what?"

The voice spoke up again through a speaker. "Voice recognition: positive. Welcome, Draon."

029 walked to the door and typed a code into it that he didn't remember knowing, but still appreciated the fact that the door slid open. "Draon...029...Clone...interesting." He walked out into the hallway and instinctively began navigathro ugh way through the tunnels, up to the surface above.

As 029 continued to walk through the halls, he felt a deepening pit of lonelyness where he was. He stopped and looked up at the roof of the tunnel and said, "Yo, Robo-voice, where can I find some decent clothes?"

"Question acknowledged. You may find your room if you continue down this hall, make a right, and it should be the first door on your left." The voice stated emotionlessly.

"Uh, thanks, hey, what's your name?"

"My master has named me 'Secure And Remote Operating System', or 'SAROS', for short." the voice echoed.

He then spoke to himself, "Okay then, SAROS, thanks for the tip." He then headed towards the room that SAROS directed him to.

Opening the door, 029 stepped into the tiny room and looked around. The walls were basically bare, with an outfit hanging on the back wall on a hanger, and a bed in the corner. A small table sat at the foot of the bed, on it was a lamp that was on and shining down onto a small stack of papers that were stapled together.

He walked to the hanger and pulled it off the wall. He looked at the clothes, examining the white overcoat, black tee and white jeans. He ran his hand over the purple scarf that was on top of it all. "Very nice." he said to himself as he pulled it off the hanger. He slowly donned the new clothes and welcomed the feeling of familiarity, although he had never worn the clothes before. He looked in the side mirror, examining himself for the first time. A brief image passed through the boys mind, one that he did not remember having...he realized that the outfit and image were actually of Draon's thoughts, 029 being a clone of him would know them. He messed with his hair some and straightened it out, ignoring the fact that is hung in his face. He noticed the color of it, never thinking that it would be the light shade of purple that it was. He disregarded it and looked at his face, well rounded and lean, just like the rest of him. He noticed his green eyes were deeper than a normal human's should be. After a little while longer he stepped away from the mirror and turned out of the room heading out into the hallway. He looked around and spoke up as he had before, "Hey, SAROS, can you direct me to the nearest lift out of here?"

"Yes sir. But I believe it would be written down already in the stack of papers you left on your desk." She said calmly.

"What?..." 029 walked back into the room and looked back on the table, remembering the papers that sat there. He picked them up, looking at the top page, which read in big letters: "CLONE DEBRIEFING" He flipped through the pages to see how long it was, which wasn't too bad. He then flipped to the last page, which was a map of the tunnels. He located the room he was in and then found the lift up. He then flipped back to the top page, and walked back out into the hall.

"One more question," he said, "Do you actually have a body? Or are you just remotely placed in this compound."

SORAS hesitated in answering, but finally said, "Nobody has asked me that question in a long time master...I shall meet you at the lift, if you so wish."

"I would, SORAS. Since you are the first person to speak to me, I would like to meet you in person."

"Yes sir, I shall await your arrival..." She said in a voice that was uncomprehendable.

"Oh well, time to get moving." He said as he opened the booklet back up to the map and began navigating his way towards the lift.

Finally, he reached a dead-end hall with a door at the end, apparently being the lift door. Standing in front of the door, back to him, was a female fox, her black tail wagging slowly. She wore a long white silk dress, constrasted to her shoulder-length black hair.

As 029 was going to step closer, the girl turned around. She smiled as if she was genuinely happy, blushing softly. She bowed politely and spoke up, "Hello, master Draon, mark 029. My name is SAROS. You requested to see me?"

At that moment, 029 was struck with multiple thoughts. An anthropomorphic fox?!...master Draon?...She sounds like a robot but looks like a...a mobian?...but, she's so beautiful...

He was quickly snapped from his reverie when he realized that somehow she had moved from her position on the other side of the hall all the way over to him while he was thinking. He flinched and stepped back, gasping at how she had moved so quickly.

SAROS looked at him slightly worried. "Sir, I'm sure you have many questions, but might we leave this place like you so wished?" She stopped, thinking that she had said to much.

029 smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, let's go. C'mon. The questions can wait. But first, from now on, I'm oonna call you Sarah.

Sarah blushed slightly and smiled. Then a clicking noise was heard. "Name has been changed," She stated with a sudden more human voice, "I shall be known as Sarah by my master."

029 nodded again. "Now let's go." He made his way with Sarah into the lift, and they rode it up to the surface when the sun shone brightly. "It's beautiful."

Sarah smiled. "Yes, it should be early in the morning right now, sir. There is a nearby town that we can go see."

029 grinned. "Sounds good, let's go. Oh, and one more thing, Sarah. Just call me Draon."

Sarah blushed slightly and nodded. "Yes s- ...Draon. Let's go." She then begins walking towards the city, followed close behind by 029. As they walked along, a silence enveloped them, in which 029 finally had the time to prioritize his questions. He began to wonder about hundreds of different subjects that flew through his mind, and then vanished an instant later. When they got near the town, they stopped to rest awhile. 029 sat down under a nearby tree and decided to open the booklet again, too curious to hold back the raging sea of questions in his mind. He began to read silently:

This writing is for the eyes of the clipped-wing clone. ''You must have a lot of questions, correct? Well, let me start by answering the basics: You are a clone of me, Draon. When I first arrived here, thinking I couldn't get back, I decided to create clones of myself so that I would live on in future times in the case that nobody would come from earth while I was still alive. You are the 29th generation of the clones, the first to be tested as a splice of genes between myself and Isaiah, who you might meet later on. As you must be aware of, you didn't really succeed in honing Isaiah's genes, but here you are still, continuing the process I started so many years ago. Next question: You are on Mobius, not Earth. The anthropomorphic animals are called Mobians. With that said, I highly doubt that you still can't remember the stuff about Mobius and such on earth, which means you should also retain all of my memories. Okay, next, you are human. Not an android, not a Mobian. Human. You are awake because the last clone was killed or died of old age and you are to search for any signs of other earthbound humans who were pulled here. That should sum up what you need to do when you're finished reading this. Also, SAROS, or whatever you've chosen to call her, is an android truthfully. But, I created her specifically to assist you and all the other clones that have or may awaken. She is a Mobian first, remember that. Final question to answer. YOU. ARE. DRAON. NOW. I am now just words on a page, you are the one who has this life. You are Draon. Say it to yourself until you believe it. Then will you remember what has happened to everyone else...''

As Draon finished reading the small letter, he closed it back up and thought about everything that was answered to him. He then spoke to himself softly. "I am Draon...but...I'm more than that. I can't just take on somebody else's personality. I will create my own life, picking up where my last brother left off. I am Draon-029."

Suddenly, a small spark lit up in the back of his head, and with it, a rushing tide of memories. An entire lifetime of thoughts, questions, feelings, and scenes. Scenarios, disasters, battles, killings...but something more. Every now and again, the flow would stop after one such scene that always showed the same, and then pick back up again like nothing ever happened. Draon tried to focus on that one memory, to make it stand out to the point that he could see it through his own eyes, then it appeared, as if it was a dream he was having:

The scene showed dark, as if in the middle of the night, and the person he saw himself as was walking down a street in an empty town. Suddenly he was hit over the head and dragged into an alleyway nearby. He heard a voice say something soft in his ear, an voice full of hatred and anger "You Heroes are all the same, thinking that nobody can touch you...No matter how many times you come back, I'll keep killing you. You won't get away from me." Then suddenly a wave of pain hit the front of his neck and everything turned black.

Draon jumped as he awoke up against the tree he was under, panting and slightly scared. Sarah sat next to him, looking at him worriedly. She spoke calmly as if she'd seen the way he acted before. "You just awoke, didn't you? You saw the death?"

"Who was it who died, Sarah?" He asked, still frightened by the reality of the dream.

Sarah pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "It's been the exact same way of death since the original was killed. You go out for an evening stroll, I find you the next morning, up against an alleyway wall, your throat cut open and eyes hanging lifelessly open...Time and time again, by the exact say person at the exact same alley."

Draon looked at her baffled and stood up. "This is what happened to me? I've been living a life of searching and dieing for the last what? Thousand years? Two thousand?"

Sarah looked up at Draon, tears in her eyes, and nodded silently. Draon, feeling sad for her, kneeled down and placed a hand on her should, which she placed a hand on top of. He spoke to her softly, "You've loved me twenty-eight times now, and lost me in the midst of the night. It's not going to happen again. Somebody is out there, and we're gonna find them. Then, we'll find the person who did this and show him what for."

Sarah nodded silently, but she it still didn't change the way she looked. She was torn in more ways than one, having her heart smashed by the grip of death a full 28 times in a row had left her a shell of herself. He realized what Draon had meant when he said 'she is a mobian first'. It was hard to tell if she even was a robot or not when she looked like this. He stood up and looked towards the town.

"Let's get moving." He said. "We've got somewhere to be."

Sarah spoke softly in a cracked voice, "Yes, we must be off." She stood up, brushed off her dress, and straightened it back out to let it fall down to it's correct position. She then began to walk towards the city, Draon following behind once again. They spent the rest of the walking in silence until they finally reached the town and began walking through the streets, mingling among most of the townsfolk.

Draon heard the droning noise before he saw it's source. He instinctively headed towards the noise, leaving Sarah to call for him worriedly through the hum of the crowds many conversations. He slowly crossed through the area, making it past the crowd as he broke into a run, barely keeping tail with the Drones until the stopped at a large mansion. Draon followed close-by, prepared to fight if needed...

* * *

Somewhere else, in a small and peaceful forest, a 15 year-old boy in a black ninja suit was seen walking. As much as the boy enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, he knew he needed to figure out where he was. He was heading for the nearest civilizion he could find. He continued to walk, eventually reaching the end of the forest and stumbling upon a quiet beach town. "Someone here has got to know where I am" he said to himself as he entered the town.

* * *

Endac and Yuyeri were walking back through the forest when they stumble upon the boy from earlier. The boy looked up at Endac, who glared back. Yuyeri stepped up next to him "hey calm down, he's just confused maybe". Endac kept glaring at the boy. "What's your name kid" Endac asked the boy. The boy stood up again from under the tree "Ro- um...Draelin, Draelin...uh...SoulVoid". "Well Draelin" Endac said softening his look "come on, you look hungry" he walks past Draelin who follows behind next to Yuyeri. Draelin looked up at the Dragonboy "hey Yuyeri". Yuyeri turns to him confused "how do you know MY name?" Draelin shakes his head "i'll explain later. Are we going to Wyvern city"? Yuyeri nods slowly studying the boy "have i met you before"? Draelin thinks about how to reply and says "sort of...i've met both of you just never exactly personally. I've also met your sister". Yuyeri furrows his brows "what?!...how do you know her"? "Long story. You wouldn't believe me if i told you". They continue on towards there destination in silence.

They step out of the forest onto a beach. Endac looks around confused. He turns back around and sees the forest gone. "what the hell"? Draelin looks around just as confused as Endac "what just happened here"? Yuyeri shrugs and starts walking along the beach. Endac follows "we don't even know where we are though Pyro". Draelin caught up with Endac and Yuyeri "why don't we look for other people like me". Endac shakes his head "i don't see the reason for it" he and Yuyeri walked off to leave Draelin behind. Draelin ran after them "come on you two, i thought i made you into heroes not nuetrals". Endac turns around "what the hell are you talking about kid, i don't even know you and now your saying that kind of sh-". "Wait...what if he's mental" Yuyeri cut Endac off "Jen would kill us if we left a mentally insane person here". Endac shook his head "then i'll kill him". Yuyeri sighed "why is it our so agrivated today? You've been angry since this morning". Endac scowled and started walking up the beach, then stops a ways away "well come on then, lets start searching for others". Yuyeri sighed again and followed him, followed by Draelin who looked confused and worried.

* * *

Anne's beach house was not what one would expect.

Instead of a seaside theme, the interior was decorated in a strange mix of modern and Baroque architecture. Sure, there was a TV, couches, a kitchen with a spotless granite ciunter. But the walla were adorned with gold leaf carvings, the cielings blessed with the images of cherubs and angels in a bright fresco.

The lioness sat in one of the beautiful chairs, no doubt hand carved by some artisan she'd never met, and apoulstered with rare fabric with the express purpose of showing off her wealth. In her hands was a cup of tea, the plate and cup trimmed with gold (surprise surprise). As a servant prepared their meal, Anne asked," So, tell me about thyself Sir Gallant."

Tearing his eyes away from the artistry around himself, the Human directed his attention to his hostess. "Well, there isn't all that much to tell, mam. I was your average kid up until about junior high, when I got more and more reclusive and anti-social until basically the middle of my high-school years. I was a creative sort of kid and drew alot, but I was so smart and so, well, creepy, the few friends I had figured I'd end up working on some complicated weapon of mass destruction for the government." He chuckles. "They were half-right, though, I ended up working in an advanced steam-powerplant aboard an aircraft-carrier. Got to see tons of different places while on deployment, but never any action: something I'm thankful for. While the carriers are great intimidation tools and mobile bases, they also happen to be prime targets for opposing forces: Taking one out greatly reduces my country's military presence in the area, as well as leaves the units deployed in said area without vital air support. Luckily we were never at war during my service though, so that was never an issue."

"Interesting," Anne said. Though nothing I can use she secretly thought," And for what reason did you recognise this planet? Dream? Halucination?"

The sailor looked up at the ceiling, chuckling once more. "I know it seems absurd, but Mobius is actually fictional where I come from. There was this whole series of video games and TV shows and comics that stemmed off of Mobius and its defender: Sonic." His smile widened, though his chuckle died off. "I used to be sooooooooooo entertained by those things I created a whole slew made up characters, an entire underground clan of Mobian vampires, and developed a system of magic, just for kicks..." He looked back down at Anne. "Crazy, isn't it?"

"Not really," she replied, taking another sip of tea," I actually like to study the strange. 'tis a hobby of mine, and your story isn't the strangest I've found. Thou, your story is among the most...fantastic and difficult to believe."

A knock is heard at the door. "Hello, anybody there?" The voice says with suspicion.

"Expecting guests, mam?" The sailor asked.

"Not in the least," she said, motioning a servant to open the door.



The door swung open and a boy of sixteen years age stepped in. "Hmm, nice place." The boy says as he then notices the sailor. "Hey, I'm not the only human here. That's some good news." He smiled and nodded.

The sailor looked at the teenager, mildly amused. "There are overlanders all over Mobius, stranger."

The boy smirked. "Yeah, but not many overlanders wear their hair in that fashion. High and tight isn't a usual trend on Mobius." He tossed his coat onto the coat rack next to the door and walked into the area that the two sat in. "Sorry for the intrusion, miss." He said to the Lioness. "I'm searching out other people like me who might have been sent here from earth." He turned to the sailor and nodded. "You look like you had a rough night." He said, noticing his appearence and outfit.

The only indication Anne was still among the living was a slight twitch of her eye. Perhaps it was the incomprehendably rude arrival, or the information, or the sheer fact that this boy suddenly understood the situation after only a few hours. Whichever it was, she hated it. Very much.

Gallant blinked, then stood to extend a hand for a handshake. "Aye, you could say that. What country were you pulled from, and what is your name?"

The boy smiled and took his hand. "I thought you'd never ask. It's Knight, Damian Knight. And although I was born in Scotland, I wasn't living there when I was pulled here." He smiles and lets go of the man's hand.

"Born, raised, and was in service of the U.S.A. when I was pulled. Call me Gallant," came the sailor's reply, obviously happy to see someone from his home-world, even if they weren't of the same country.

Damian smiled and looked a the Lioness. "And this beautiful dame?" He asked and smiled. His hair brushed aside and his gold eye showed in comparison to his natural blue eye.

"No clue, actually," Gallant admitted, looking over at Anne.

"I am Anne Taeking, of House Taeking of Soleana, sixteenth heiress of the house," she said with pride, trying to hide a scowl," Please, thy arrival was naught but a blur of arrogance and dis-chivalry. Explain why thou art here."

Though the lioness' response was neither directed at him, nor intended to do more than put Damian in his place, it had a butterfly effect in the already weakened mind of the other human in the room. Despite not having even heard the name uttered once before, somehow Gallant recognized it, that forced him to delve deeper into a section of his crumbling mind that he never entered anymore, a place that he had abandoned back when he first left home for his basic training. What was contained within, however, refused to remain in its container any longer and quickly released itself when the sailor poked a hole in its seal. The resulting onrush of long forgotten information and the implications of it quickly overcame the man's mind, and soon he was reduced to kneeling, his eyelids clamped closed as the organs behind them span wildly in their sockets, trying desperately to keep up with his thoughts while the human's hands found the sides of his head and began to massage his temples in an attempt to quell the storm that was raging inside his brain and his lips muttered an incomprehensible string of words...

Put slimply, Anne just broke the sailor's glass mind again.

Damian looked to the sailor in shock, wondering what had happened to cause such a figure to break. He looked at the Lioness, confused. "What the hell did you just do?!" He said as he rushed to the man's side trying to help him.  He thought as he tried to save what was left of the man.

"What did I do!?" she demanded before throwing the entire cup of tea in his face. Fortunately, she was a horrible aim," You invade my home with your overconfident attitude, probably thinking you'ree so great due to past battles and that worm between your legs! Well allow me to enlighten you, sir. I have met your kind, and I have done the wortld justice by ridding them in every way possible. HOLD THY TONGUE, AND THY STAY SHALL BE PLEASANT. ACCUSE ME UNDER MY OWN ROOF AGAIN, AND THOU WILL BE SHOES!"

The sailor simply continued to gibber, rocking back and forth slightly. Due to his close proximity, Damian is able to make out some of what is pouring out of the man's mouth. "Magical symbols... The Forsaken.... War... Banished... Taeking... Charlene... Malleable appearance...... Undergarments..." Whatever's going on inside of the guy's brain, it obviously isn't pretty.

Damian stared in shock at the Lioness and stepped back a few steps. Relizing his mistake he simply said, "Wrong words at a wrong time. My deepest Apologies ma'am." and turned back to the man. He seems to be babling something about your name, Banished and The Forsaken..."

If Gallant heard Damian he doesn't show it, as he does nothing more than continue muttering. "Improbablity... Chaos... Childhood... Good business..."

Damian looks at the man in the eyes. "Hello? Anybody home?" He says as he knocks on his head.

Tired of this nonsense, Anne dumped the entire pot of steaming tea on top of the sailor's head.

While the pain of this sure does break him out of his gibbering state, Gallant's is mind is still far from being full repair, and as such he responds violently... towards Damian. Because the teenager was directly in front of him, Damian is subjected to a brutal upercut, though no follow up punch is delivered. Instead, the former U.S. sailor spins to look Anne directly in the eye.

"Anne Taeking," he croaks, "Lady of the exiled Taeking family of Soleanna and would-be Queen of Mobius."

"Well well," she said, not surprised as to how well the human knew her," Your source sounds thorough, but that is a mere fantasy. I'm just a buisnesswoman."

Damian layed on his back from the uppercut. "Okay," He said in a soft voice. "I probably deserved that. I obviously didn't think when intruding about why I was really searching for other humans in the first place." He finishs by vaulting off of his shoulder blades and onto his feet and re-sets his jaw. "Good refexes by the way." He added, his tone less cocky, and more grateful, as if he had requested the knockback to reality.

"Sir Gallant, I have done everything to deal with you, but this insanity plea has grown fruitless," she said, four guards coming into the room, shock guns in hand. Anne pointed to Gallant, and said," Either tell me something useful or we'll be conducting this interview in an asylum."

"You are no buisnesswoman," The man states, the pieces finally falling into place as he stares at the lioness, "You are but a woman who cares for nothing more than power, and carry venom-coated daggers under those expensive gowns so you can eradicate those who have outlived your need for them." He takes one step back, a form of contempt developing in his eyes. "And I refuse to be yet another corpse under the feet of Anne Oariel Taeking." He turns around, ignoring the guards, and leaves the building.

"Solaris save us," she cursed," Get a car ready! I want guards on his tail. Send a team to-"

Suddenly the house was rocked on it's foundations, buffetted by vibrations like an earthquake. A whirring, roaring came from outside. Sand blew in the wind like snow, and the palm tree fluttered as in under a hurricane. Above, Anne heard a mechanical hum over the sound of engine blades. She knew that sound. Yes, she knew it very well.

Above, a team of fully armed Eggman Drones moved in to surround Gallant.

It didn't take long at all for the Drones to surround to surround the human, even with him full on sprinting for cover, and as soon as that first robot began hovering in front of him he knew he stood no chance. So, not wanting to give the Drones a reason to shoot some unnecessary holes into his frame, Gallant slowed to a stop and raised his hands in surrender, muttering an obscenity under his breath.

Still, the guns on the robots blazed to life. Gallant's body became covered in glowing red dots. Like tigers surrounding their prey, the complicated mechanisms roared to life. Revolvers started to rotate, the scraping metal intensifying the tension in the air. A roar echoed across the soon to be killing field. Everyone present figured it was a bullet being shot.

Instead, a massive black car crashed into the drone directly in front of Gallant. The black beast kicked up sand and gravel as it spun back on the other two robots. Despite the collision, the car was almost unphazed, ready for more. More than willing to oblige, the robots let out a volley againt to car. Where every bullet should have pierced the metal, there were no more than scratches at most. Coming to life again, the car engine purred for it's owner. Rims spinning, the car sped towards the drones. Once the two were side by side, the car did a quick U-turn, the sudden turn hitting both bots with the unforgiving steel.

The driver door opened, revealing Anne. As she abandoned the automobile, the drones began to retreat. With this, she yelled," Guard, I want a tracking beacon on those drones. They must go somewhere to repair. Get a plane ready in the hour, and a car ready in the next ten minutes! And I want these humans watched!"

"Yes ma'am," an elderly butler said, tailing her as she watched the robots fade into here dots against the horizon," Will it be the limousine?"

"Not today."

"The Porche?'

"Nay, I feel I may need to make an impression on some powerful, yet no so powerrful individuals."

"The Jaguar then?"

The lioness patted the old man on the arm, smiling as she said," You know me so well Charles."

At that moment, Draon decided it was best to make himself known, silently stepping out from behind one of the front doors. "Um...I'm sorry to barge in unannounced, but is everybody all right? I caught sight of some drones here earlier..."

Damian still just stood as he looked around at the now wrecked building then looked at Draon and chuckled. "Just missed the party. Wish I was invited." He says sarcasticly. He looked at the lioness and scowled at her. "I don't need to be watched."

Meanwhile, Gallant stood chuckling where he was nearly gunned down, his head bowed and eyes closed. Like it or not, he now owed Anne his life, and debts like that are hard to pay back. Especially when dealing with Mrs. Taeking.

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It was a nice cloudy day in Central City, the ground was moist, but not all mushy, and some small birds flew in the air singing a very strange song. Before a large water fountain, a boy around the age of 16 was layed, curled up in a ball wearing boxer briefs. A beautiful tan cat girl walked by, not noticing the boy. She then turned around and came to check out what's going on. She put a hand on the boys shoulder, and immediately, his eyes shot open. The boy made a loud yell from the light, and finally calmed down, his eyes scanning the area.

The cat looked at the boy, who was now distracted in her beauty, and not noticing that she was a cat. "Uh? Hi!" The cat said, she smiled nervously. "Hello!" The boy replied, his eyes focused on her body. Eventually, the cat thought it was a good time to grab the boy by the ears and push him into the water fountain, which she did. The boy got up, a more serious look on his face. His eyes quickly scanning the area, turning his head in the direction required, and then he finally popped every joint in his arms and hands.

<p style="text-align:left;">The cat decided to give it another try, she said "Hello?" and nervously smiled. The boy looked at her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, and he quickly spread his legs and bent over. The cat looked at the boy, and slapped him, making the boy go back and whisper the word, "Damn it...". The cat kicked the boy down, and walked away, not looking back. The boy got up, his back popping several times, and began to cry in pain for about 5 minutes, before walking around, trying to figure out where he is.

<p style="text-align:left;">He continued scanning the area, looking at the people of the world, and what they were doing, until a grey bat walked out of an alley and bumped into him. He exhaled black flames and looked at the boy, he teleported away. "Interesting, it almost seems like something from Sonic the Hedgehog... Perhaps some sort of interdimension fold, caused by a rippling in the space time continuum. But... I don't think Sonic has anything to do with a point in time..." He looked over, and saw the cat girl, talking to an officer. "What is wrong with her..." The boy said, and he immediatley walked up to the officer. "Oh wow, he must be dumb..." The officer said when I stopped. "Indeed he is." The cat replied. "Or...? Perhaps I'm willing to figure out the misdemeanor that I executed."

<p style="text-align:left;">The officer and the cat eyed me, and finally the officer looked at the cat and looked back at me. "There are some clothes in my trunk, get them out and wear them, I can take you to a hotel... OR! She can help you out, a native mobian." He said, pointing at the cat. The cat girl had a worried look on her face, and decided to choose her. I got my clothes on, and she walked away. I was right behind her, following her.

<p style="text-align:left;">"So? What's your name?" The cat said. "My name is Wilfre..." The boy replied, and the cat looked at him. "I'm Kaylei, but I prefer being called Kay." She said, looking at a house. "Well, nice to meet you, Kay" The boy said. Kay opened up a door, and walked in, she collapsed on the couch and immediatly began to sleep. The boy looked tired too, even though he just woke up, so he sat on the couch and cuddled in with Kay, hoping she wouldn't kill him after awaking.

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