Sonic The Hedgehog Presents: Sonia and da Fox--Part Three Sonic The Hedgehog (c) Sega of America Sonia and da Fox by Emily Smith [Sonia da H@aol.com] and David Gonterman [DGonterman@aol.com] This installment by David Gonterman "The Side of Me" expert by Emily Smith Sonia Hedgehog by Emily Smith Davey Crockett by David Gonterman 'Ryyme and Reason' excert by Dave Matthews Band ____________________ A message from the writer: I've purposely switched the point of view from Sonia's to Davey's for two reasons. Suni told me that she plans to continue from that cliffhanger in SADF2 into another story about that kidnaping. I told her to go ahead as I work on a fresh plot. Besides, by the time I was done, she told me that she was scrapping it. . . ____________________ /* Crockett's Log Records: Access /* Date Designate: 18 Aug 3237 /* Function: Playback I stand in front of my Sonia's hut with a box of chocolates under my arm and a wad of cotton in my mouth. Asking any girl out for a date's hard enough for me as is, but it's what I plan to do to her while on this date's what really making things hard on my nerves. It began this morning while I was training in the holodeck. I managed to get a recording of what happened despite feeling jazzed that they have a holodeck here: /* Hyperlink to 081837A.mov /* Function: Playback Suni paced as Victoria went over the mission downloaded from Nicole. "Place two Stealth-Bombs on conveyor belt C, attach...aw, heck, just, aw, I'll upload it into your RAM!!!" "Gezz, Whatta attitude! How'd you install THAT?!" Davey exclaimed. His attention flickered when Sonia's grey eyes disfocoused and glowed. His hard drive detected a incoming file, and he gave an internal 'okay'. The file downloaded. "Woah...Whatta rush!" he exclaimed, holding his head. Sonia giggled. "Get used to it," she said as she tapped something on her comm panel. "Okay...Davey, replace Defensive Pattern Omega 5 with..." her message down loaded in Davey's drive,"..Offensive Patter Delta 10." "But...that's disobeying the Princess's orders!" Davey remarked. The hedgehog whirled around in an instant. Sonia gave him a cold look, icy and sharp as daggers. Her voice took such a dangerous tone his stomach knotted and he took a step back. The Sonia he knew, and like seemed to melt away in a flash. The Sonia here was a deathly cold creature, one out for blood. She snarled and barked: "Listen, Crockett! I don't care if I'm disobeying the KING'S commands! If Julian didn't take over the War Minister Gun, Sonic and *I* would be it! Sally'd be sittin' on her royal butt! *I* would be the High Commanderess! You would be takin' direct orders from ME! Ya got it? ME! So don't give me that nasty lip of yours. I want to see some ACTION, like movin' your butt instead of standin' there gappin'! Move it! NOW! That's a direct command! Get the gear ready! Get your butt in gear! RIGHT NOW! I want you to place the bombs in the places around, where I tell you. And you'd better, or risk my wrath! This ain't boot camp, you little rookie! You don't know what it's like, and, DON'T YOU DARE OPEN YOUR MOUTH! I want this DONE, and DONE correctly! If you want to wimp out and do it the way we'll probably caught, FINE! I'll take da high road, you take da slow road...to DEATH! You wanna see what its like to be FULLY roboticized? FINE! Take the Princess of the Royal House of Acorn's mission, or take mine! Either way, they might work, they might not. Mine'll probably work a little better, understand. So long as you're a rookie, so long as you're in my training pod, you'll either follow my orders and survive, or follow HER orders. I Know more about livin' wild an' surviving more than ANY of you do!!! Take her orders, I don't care! I don't want you killed, but, fine, fine, BE that way! You take it or leave it, Crockett!!!!" He barely choked a 'Yes, sir' before Sonia huffed off and barely let Davey catch up. /* 081837A.mov Ends /* Resume Main Playback Needless to say, I grabbed the next ten stealth bombs I can get my hands on and did BOTH patterns. That's me, folks, the master of the overkill. "Davey Crockett," Princess Sally shouted at me, "what on Mobius processed you to do that?" I merely pointed to Suni and left, dragging my tail. I can hear the two screaming at each other as I went back to my bed. This is obviously one of those mornings. . . _____________ After getting up the second time in the morning, I tried to excuse my girlfriend's behavior. I can only think of one thing: "P.M.S.?" "Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. It happens often in my world. Some women--redheads in particular--tend to get mean and nasty during their periods. One of them with a mutant power ate an entire star and the solar system with it." "HE EXAGGERATES, SALLY. HE'S QUOTING THE DARK PHOENIX SAGA FROM MARVEL'S UN--" "Will you mind, Nicole, I'm making a point here." "AND IT'S WELL TAKEN, BUT I'M AFRAID THAT IT IS NOT THE CASE WITH SUNI." "I'm afraid Nicole is right, my friend." Sal sat me down and told me about Sonia's cyborg half, known as Phenix (go fig, folks!). As you know by now, this Packbell droid keeps getting creepier every time I hear of him. I get the info-dump from Sally, expecting the worst. I was not disappointed. Packie wanted to reshape my girlfriend in his image: cold, ruthless, bloodthirsty, without one byte of mercy, compassion, or even love. But he did a half-assed job, much what Robotnik did to Bunnie Buns. My good Suni survived, but she is constantly haunted by her new dark side, this Phenix. The two are in a struggle to control the meatware they occupy. This could be the reason why all her former lovers are either dead or fled. And on top of that, I fear that Packbell can use Phenix as a spy against the Freedom Fighters, against Suni's will. Truly, this is diabolical. Maybe I should respond in kind. "Princess, this Phenix is basically a 'bot in nature. Should I get into her robot memory, I can alter Phenix's personality programming, so that she won't be any threat to the Freedom Fighters, or Suni. . . or me." "Can you . . . do that, David.' "I can. But should I? I'm talking about going into another person's memory banks here. And the memory banks of the woman I love, to boot. I don't think I should. It even sounds like rape! But if I don't. . . " The princess looked into my eyes with understanding. "I know that this is a difficult choice for you, Dave. I cannot tell you to go ahead and do it. I can tell you this: Consider the alternative." Consider the alternative. Princess Sally's words were still echoing in my free space even now, as I knock on the door. It gave way, so I slid the box of chocolates inside, waving them in the hops that she'll go for them and not my arm. But then I heard a sob, so I went in. I found the poor girl crying in her bed. I crept up to her and stroked her long red hair. She looked up to see who it was, and dived right into her favorite part of my body--my chest fur. I swear, Sonia must be addicted to my scent, every now and then she just has to snort some of me up! She cried out her apologies to be for being so . . . cranky. I stroked her head in my arms, assuringly, but also looking for her cyberjack (I hope and pray that Packbell places it on her head. So help me, I'll hunt that bastard down and kill him if he placed it in a place I can't discuss. . .) "Everybody's got a dark side that they constantly try to keep hidden." (Eureka! I've found it--she's a Puppet-head [Cyberjack's at the back of the head]; under all those quills.) "Something we constantly fight against every waking moment." I snaked out my Data Spear and connected to her Jack. Sonia's eyes popped wide open when she heard the 'click.' She looked right into me with her blue-on-grey tearful eyes. I held my breath, not knowing what she will do. She nestled back into my fur; a good sign. "I take it you've got one too. Something you're constantly fighting back. Thinking about showing me yours, since I showed you . . . mine. Must be like Robotnik, huh?" "Wrong," I said, activating the jump into cyberspace. All of Mobius flickered away; a cut to pitch black. I hate this part, just before the past cool virtual reality graphics kick in. I can't see anything except my own body, and in this case, Sonia's. We held hands tightly as we approached a just-appearing door. It was like being in a haunted house, dreading what's on the other side, but curious all the same. Nice touch. Then my guts kick in. "Aw, screw it!" I kick the door in. Sonia took one look in and said, "This is your Dark Side? I was expecting something from The X-Files." "Look deeper, Scully." A five-year-old human was balled up in a fetal position inside a small box. His arms and legs were bound tight with chains. Blindfolded and gagged. Back and bare butt riddled with scars both physical and emotional. Sonia let out a gasp. This is a fate she wouldn't wish on Robotnik. She would to Packbell, maybe, and I might even join her. I might even find some black leather for us to wear just for the occasion. "I fight this poor guy every single day. When I get up in the morning, trying to find an excuse to haul my tail out of bed. Wherever I go throughout my day, trying to live a life I'm constantly told by him that I cannot do. When I get my butt to bed every night, wondering if I did any good that day. I can't seem to shut this kid up, even though you didn't hear a peep from him all this time, but, at least I found a way to drown him out!" I activate my link into the Net, a shaft of light swirl around at my feet and shoots straight up me. The constant flow of information sing into my ears. By body glowed an angelic gold by the energies coursing through my body. Where I once couldn't even stand, I can fly, faster than even Sonic when I'm in the Net. Hands that just hung limp in my side are now able to hold my Suni up and lift her into the shaft. Unlike myself, where my cyborg implants can sift out the noise of a planet full of information going through all at once, Sonia just hears a undiscernible tune that she never heard before, but it did remind her of that Stardusrince we did a few days ago, after my first fight with Packbell. How touched she was when I returned the favor in my fashion. And the long kiss we had were just as sweet. I turned my attention to the figure in the shadows, who was watching all this from a distance. "It's impossible," she said, in a voice I recognize; a voice that came form the hedgehog I love. "H-How can you do this? No one I know have seen me and still wishes to come near." She stepped into the light. She looked exactly like the Suni that turned on me back at the holodeck, but it was clear that Phenix was as terrified at me as Suni was at her. "You have nothing to fear from me, Phenix," I said as I fixed my gaze into her eyes. She took a step back, but I threw my left arm at her, and a yellow stream ensnared her. ". . . but soon, very soon, your creator will be terrified at me." I could feel my power go through that stream and into her. "I will have that monster groveling at my feet, . ." She let out a struggle as she set up computer defenses against me, which I smash through as if it were nothing. ". . . begging me for the mercy that he himself is unable to give. . ." She let out a "yaaaaa," as I slip past her last defense and into her CPU. ". . . And what give him the right to find any?" Phenix eyes grew blank as her body relaxed. I mentioned her forward and to Sonia's surprise, she obeyed. I turned her around and made her sit down. "What are you doing?" Sonia asked as I rip off a panel of hair to expose a control panel. "Only Packbell can do what you're doing." It was time to tell it to her straight. "I have the ability to get into your robotic 'dark side' and reprogram her so that she'll won't cause any more trouble. Only problem is, that means going through you, and I don't want to take advantage of you, even to help. But what I wanna know is, what do you want this Phenix to be, and if you want me to, I can alter her personality, her loyalities, the very core of her being, into whatever you want. I don't wanna go too far on this in this stage of our relationship; I feel that I've gone too far already. . ." I was still scared over what she'll do at this point. I was afraid that she'll be offended by what I have just done. The last girlfriend I had left me because this timid human that I was didn't go far enough, and that hurt me very badly, just when I needed love the most. And now, here I am, going TOO far, bearing my naked soul to my current love, showing her a whole lot more than what she'll see if I took my pants down in front of her. Even now, my new nature and desires are enveloping her as well, inviting her to be a part of it. Will she hurt me all the more, now that I'm risking all? A song wafted through the place where me, Sonia, and Phenix stood in the M.S.I.H. The lyrics went something like this... Oh well, Oh well, here we stand But we stand for nothing My heart Calls to me in my sleep How can I turn to it? 'Cause I'll locked up in this dark place- And I do not know I'm as good as dead My head aches- Warped and tied up I need to kill this pain (Chorus) My head won't leave my head alone And I don't belive it will Till I'm dead and gone My head won't leave my head alone And I don't belive it will Till I'm six feet under ground How long I'm tied up My mind in knots- My stomache reels In concern for what I might do or What I've done It's got me living in fear Well I know these voices Must be my soul I've had enough, I've had enough Of being alone I've got no place to go (Chorus-then add-) Six Feet Under! In my Grave! Lying Wired and Shut and Quiet In my grave! Leave me here! Leave it to me to Waste here... The music wandered on...I wondered where the prack it came from...? ". . . make her something *I* can turn into . . ." "Pardon?" ". . . I kinda blank out when she takes over. I dunno what I . . . she's doing when she takes over. By the time that I regain my senses, the people who cared for me are always frightened away. That's why I can't seem to trust. How can I trust a man whom I might be throttling at the neck the next day? I need to have control of her." "Ummm. That could be difficult, at first. What you want is best done over time. She'd want to contact you. She and you would want to get to know each other, each being their other's special friend. Hopefully, the two will probably merge, become a whole greater than the sum of the parts." "Can . . . you do that, David?" "Hypothetically, I think I can, but I need a piece of you for me to copy onto her. That way a link will be made." At that point, a sudden flow of loving warmth flowed from Suni into me. It was fire, her soul, life incarnated. Almost immediately I thought of my favorite Marvel Comic character: The Phoenix. A cosmic guardian of some alien crystal, who chose a human bikinetic maned Jean Grey as a human host. Once linked, Phoenix began to experience life as a human, and oh, how she reveled in it. She started to crave the sensations of being a human; a 'lust for life,' I called it. Little did I realize, I was giving that fire directly through my Data Spear and into Phenix's memory programming. The fire went through her chips like lightning, shattering her old programming asunder. the light of a thousand suns shone out of every pore, lighting her quills afire. I'd inadvertently gave her a new costume too: Originally it was the original Phoenix's costume, but I had enough presence of mind to alter the body-hugging suit to avoid copyright infringement. I changed the green to a red top and blue bottoms, gave her some armor and a vest, and reduced the bird icon to just a triangle. There, that'll keep Marvel Comics off my back. The flames are now enveloping the inconsumable body, cloaking around her like an angel's dress. She lifted her arms, and wings of fire spread out from behind the back. It was a glorious sight. I would have stayed there forever adoring this creature that I've created, had not the cyberspace safety mechanisms kicked in, severing the link-- By the time I heard my Data Spear snap back into its hiding place under my arm, I was back in Sonia's hut, in bed with her. "Oh dear", I thought to myself. Bedroom scenes are always nervous things for me, especially when the one I'm in the scene with is almost a decade younger than me. (I don't want to come on as a pedophile; it's one of my main concerns.) I checked my pants to see if I still had them on. They are. Good. Still, I had to pull my underwear to a more comfortable position. I turn my gaze to the face of my love, and saw two people in those eyes of hers: One, a lover, the other, a warrior. The two were struggling to occupy the same space. I told them to take it easy, that it takes time for Multiple Personalities to come back together after they've been ripped asunder. At one second, there was Sonia--"Oh, Davey, my love," she said with tears streaming down her face, "Y-You've saved me"--then the transition--"You've saved *us*"--and then. . . Phenix--The new Phenix--took over, accompanied by a psionic backwash that went through every cell of my body, threatening to tear my guts out, but I managed to hold myself together--at least it felt like it was tearing through my guts; my mom always tells me that I'm prone to exaggerate. She sat up with a start, eyes wide open. It was as if she has just been born. As she took some deep breaths, and looked at her hand--by now, she has changed into the costume I made for her, perhaps she has. She tried to speak. "I . . . I live. But not as I. Where was once coldness, and ice, there is now warmth, and fire. Ooooooooo. Fire. . ." She tuned to me. Stared me right into my eyes, trying to burn a hole in my retinas. I went back a little. By the looks of her, I believe that the killer instinct was still in Phenix. She still looked dangerous, feral, wild. I was afraid that she still could, with a casual swipe of her hand, rip my throat open, and drink my blood with the thoughtlessness of me eating an apple. She took my hand in hers and held me close. "No. Don't go. Stay. Let me in close. You. You gave me fire. You gave me warmth. You gave me life. You, my love." She crawled right on top of me. It was obvious that Phenix had Suni's more sensual side, or maybe my love-starved nature put it in her. She does look ten years older, her voice lower, and filled with passion. (Good thing my pants were still on.) "I am no longer the woman you knew. You made me the woman I am now. I pledge myself to you, and the woman who's body I inhabit. You need not fear me any more, David, but your enemies will tremble at my feet." "Enemies?" "yesssssssss." She licked her chops. She could just taste Packbell's android flesh in her--Sonia's mouth. "You want to know all there is to know about Packbell? I can tell you, everything. Together, we will crush our enemies under our heels" As she embraced her wet lips over my dry ones, she downloaded into my hard drive more stuff on Packie than I believe that he knows himself, right down to the time and day he finished toilet training. I found something that piqued my interest in a command link that Packbell has, from his post on Robotroplis. I did a little tweaking: A text edit here, a logic bomb there. . . __________________ "Logic Bomb?" Suni--she went back to Suni--said as she leaned over me as I hacked into the Robotropolis security room. "A nastier form of computer virus. Buzzwords include swift, destructive, and explosive. Oh, here he comes! Check this out, it's going to be cool." Packbell sat down at the console that was Phenix control link and activated. No doubt that was a means of spying on the Freedom Fighters. But once he saw--and only saw--that message saying that I have control of Phenix now, man he was pissed! He threw his hands in the air in rage. He look as if he was screaming in hot white anger, but the camera I was using had no sound. Bummer. He banged his two fists onto the console, which blew up in his face--it was comical! "Hahahahahahaha!" Sonia laughed out loud. To my surprise, it resembled one of Robotnik's or Snivley's. "Oh, David, that was soooo . . . sweet." Sonia's voice, Phenix's words. Sonia noticed too. "Hey, I can become Phenix! You're trick worked. Just as she told me in that first dream--" I returned my attention to the monitor. Another figure entered the scene from below. A fat bald guy in a red suit and yellow cape. I recognized Robotnik immediately. "It about phracking time HE showed up." "You think we should tell Princess Sally, Dave?" "Are you kidding?" _________________________________ End of Sonia and da Fox III--leads directly into Blood and Metal V. Sonia and da Fox IV will be done by Emily, as planned. _____________Letters Last time, on Blood and Metal VI, I cranked up the Bombshell up to eleven and pulled the trigger, by revealing Davey Crockett as David Kintobor--Robotnik's son! At this time reactions couldn't be gauged as of yet, but Suni has an interesting origin on the Kintobors, as she told to Davey when she found out: ::flips up file on 'Dr Julian David Kintobor':: Your father, Dr. Julian David Kintobor, and his wife, Astillia Jalisca Kintobor, split in your world. He was crushed, broken hearted, and felt sorry for his young son---you. He found the Void...and Mobius. He served as a bright, thin red-headed Second Guard in the Great War...seconded to my father, High Commander Walace Hedgehog. He lost HIS left arm in battle--it was replaced by my aunt and uncle. Then, suddenly, one night, he vowed revenge on all animals--for his left arm. He took his nephew (Sir Regenald Snout), and together the created plan--to get even with the state and rule Mobius. The machine (EvilMaker1200) turned them into present-day Dr. Ivo Robotnik and his second, Snivley. . . . your father went his own way. Maybe he just wanted a place where he could be the master of the house... ::brings up pic of young Jules and Wally:: Your father and mine were great buds. They did everything together...Victoria...access 'Young.wav.mov.' . . . ::small box appears...shows young Jules and Wally and Charles lounging in the War room with mugs of 'Mobian Best-Brew':: Julian: You know, maybe I *should* bring my son here...good land....good trees...and a good life...I love Mobius, and I don't think I'll do anything to change it. All: Here Here! For a Peaceful Mobius! Now...when father and son are reunited, someone's head will probably roll off its sholders. There are two Robotniks now: One good, the other evil. And like the movie 'Highlander,' in the end, there can be only one. Let it be Davey Crockett. And now, there are two Packbells as well. Phenix has become Packie's "good twin," so to speak, thanks to Davey's reprogramming of Sonia's cyborg part of her personality, brought on by the evil android. Where she was once ice-cold and deadly, she's now very passionate--especially to her new 'master,' Davey Crockett, and even has a "lust for life" silimar to the 'hunger' Marvel's Phoenix had before Mastermind turned her to her Dark nature. This new Phenix would love nothing more than to take all of life at once and revel in an orgy of sensations being alive would give her. In battle against Robotnik's forces, she is just as ruthless as the droid who originaly created her, no, worse. Because Packbell does not have the Sadomastistic delight in slowly tourturing robots when Davey, who would simply reprogram them, isn't looking. Her costume is a modified version of Phoenix's, altered with accessories to deter copyright imfridgement. Her psionic and magical capabilities are cybornetically boosted, and the firebird image is a side effect of that enhancement. I would not be surprised if she finds for herself an electric whip like the Frengi have; I may also add in that tether in Chaotic. Oh, yeah--Dimensions: Same as Sonia, but glowing like Super Sonic, and acts more like 25. Currently Phenix and Sonia are separate personalities, but they are beginning to get along. Sonia can switch into Phenix and back at will, and eventually Phenix will merge into the core personality, Sonia, becoming a whole being again. I can't include a pic o' her in a TXT file, but I will draw one up for her in her Data File, to be put up in the Web Page . . . I believe I've got room for one more. This one from Hysteria, who's ambiguous screen name often mistakes people into thinking that she's a guy: This is just my personal nit-picking, but I kind of figured the alleged Power Rings granted speed to its user, and its use to transform human to fox just boggles my mind. Why would this not have happened to Robotnik when he got ahold of one? My answer: You want ME to explain how Power Rings work?!? Ma'am, you do not want me for that dirty job. Maybe it's something King Acorn added in while Davey wasn't looking, like the contunious transmissions back to Earth.... If you want to let me know what you think (Flames, threats of arrests, and accusations of racism will be ignored, if you're lucky), E-mail me at [dgonterman@aol.com] Catch you later for the conclusion of Blood and Metal with Chapter VII! ---------------------------FoxFire Studios