User blog:Akrivus/Teaser 1 of Sonic Defenders

This is the first teaser of my upcoming fangame Sonic Defenders.

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The audience lit up as rows of army men assembled on the stage for a grand musical. As the conductor turned away from the audience, lifting his hands to begin the performance, the front row of soldiers began to play their string instruments along with the low tune created by the singers behind them. The sound being generated by the collective mass of voices shook the floor and cracked smiles on the faces of the audience who already began to applaud.

Sitting in the balcony spectating was their great and powerful leader, Ivan Robotnik. He watched the performance from afar, occasionally turning his face away to speak to an advisor of his. Behind him sat three men in blue trench coats, his personal bodyguards who were equipped with lethal weapons and were highly trained in melee combat. To Rouge, she was in enemy territory, to be in the same room as the leader of the PCA and his three most heavily trained bodyguards was a suicide mission, but she was given a task from GUN that she was to complete. Mobians were a rarity in the core territory of the PCA, but sometimes expats would come to their nation seeking work. In this case, Rouge was a Sumerican expat by the name of Daria Nalamani, who was essentially a cocktail waitress for the PCA’s high-ranking bureaucrats.

More like Robotnik’s personal puppet army, she said to herself.

As she collected the drinks, she was to insert a powder in one of the glasses and administer it to Robotnik, which he would hopefully drink and feel the effects in a matter of less than an hour. Such an amount would kill someone instantly, but Robotnik was, to put it bluntly, a rather very large man for someone in a land of starving people. She quickly mixed the drinks as they were on the platter and walked seductively towards the wing to the balcony.

The view was astonishing, the performers sang graciously and the man at the microphone was singing perhaps the greatest solo her large bat ears had ever picked up. She got to the front row of the balcony, grabbing the enemy leader’s drink and handing it to him.

“Ah, sanzibos!” he said with a smile, before grimacing at the drink and handing it to the advisor next to him, who quickly nodded in thanks.

Fuck, she screamed in her head, did he know it was poisoned?

Aware that her mission had already failed, she gave out the rest of the drinks and went to the wing entrance to listen to the music and watch the chaos unfold. It wasn’t long until she noticed the startling signs of his degrading condition. It started with a single dry cough before erupted into a fit. The people behind him patted him on the back and laughed, the knocked their drinks together and took another swig, introducing more poison into the man’s body.

Towers is not going to like this one bit.

The man stood up and grabbed his throat, mouthing something to the man next to him. He walked past Rouge and into the hall leading to the bathroom, where she heard more coughing from him. Eager to see the outcome, she quickly followed him down the hall. Little did she know however was that the three men in blue coats decided to tag along behind her and investigate what was going on.

“Ya tyeba vey azyak?” she called out to the man.

He immediately turned around and tried to reply before coughing up a puddle of blood and then collapsing, his hands sliding across the ground and smearing crimson all over the concrete floor. The man breathed heavily, trying to keep awake as blood began to gush out of his mouth.

“Blyat!” Rouge shouted, scampering over to his side.

She checked his pulse and immediately discovered that he was dead, but as soon as she could calm herself down, two men grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall, a man in a blue trench coat walking in front of her with a condescending glare.

“Vyeh dazhne gyovrot po nyadzemlyski?” he asked.

He’s asking me if I speak Overlander, she translated.

“Da, ya povyeru na tatom cheloveki!” she said, confirming her knowledge.

The man smiled, “Do you zpeak human zough?”

She flinched, “Nyet.”

The two men holding her down began to laugh hysterically.

Why are they laughing?

“Look, ze ztoopit human pet tellz me zhe can not zpeak Overlander and look at vat zhe zayz ven I ask her, do you zpeak human?”

Shit, she screamed in her head.

“Vat do you vant human pet? To kill our leader? In ziz verld ve vage var for zat, but ve vill not vage var on ze humans!”

“Yubit myena ivya ne dolzhni!” she retorted.

“Kill you? Vy vood ve zink of zat? No, Ms. Rouge, you misunderstand ze peopel of ze Robotnik Zocializt Allianze, ve do not kill prizonerz, zat vood ve a vaste!”

He then inched closer to her, “Ezpecially for a beautiful creature like you...”

I hope you enjoyed it, thank you!