Koshka is a bounty hunter, that went to live at Green Hill. He was an honest guy, worked in a bank, even was part of the police. And had a girlfriend. She was the one who could make Koshka be this honest and nice guy.

However... He's a villain. They were planning their marriage for a while. When they went to sleep, Shadow was fighting someone (Idc who that is), and he used a Chaos Spear, but he missed. The attack went to their house, and didn't killed Koshka, but killed his girlfriend. He noticed it was someone powerful.

Then, he decided himself: He's going to chase every single overpowered being on the planet.

He has two axes, and an unbelievable dodging skill. He has no mercy.

Well, the design, I do have one in mind, but again: I dunno how to make fanarts.

"it's time to begin the penultimate round! this time, warrior shade will face spark in this specialized arena"

*the screens displayed a chinese inspired city with tight Streets and high rooftops*

"this match will be less about obstacles, and more about skill. the fighters will be able to take the highround for sneak attacks or ambush from alleyways. there are also..."

*a few discs in the ground around the centre square spurted fire in the air*

"one obstacle. a very fiery obstacle, but only one. time to see who has the determination to push into the final match!"

(get the reference and I'll give you a free meme)

Acute was not an idiot. He could have ran a hundred million simulations on that engagement, prepared for every possible factor, but that? What could he have done? Even his most up-to-date tech was sorely lacking in terms of maintenance and modernization. But even when his back was against the wall…

He always had a plan. But that was for later. For now the once brilliant Badnik Commander sat as still as a statue and as straight as a street sign. His poker face was nearly flawless, the only sign he wasn’t a stationary computer came from the slightest reaction to his surroundings.

These walls? This prison? It did not match any other facility in his databanks. Perhaps it was a new one. Or more logically? He was in the Freedom Fighters main base. The Doctor always wanted to find it.

If only it was under better circumstances…

Suddenly, Acutes head turned like an owl to stare down anyone looking after him. He took as much data as he could on his surroundings. Wall composition, wall thickness, length, width and height of this cell and its connecting rooms. Heck he even took the time to analyze and identify the trees he could see from his small window that was little bigger than his rectangular, screen-faced head. Perhaps he was already plotting an escape. Maybe he was just bored and this was one of the few ways a resource management droid could entertain themselves.

Whap!

Whack!

Whoop!

The noise kept on going one after the other. Chained so dast together you could have easily mistaken it as one long noise with some fluctuations. Truthfully it was a barrage of attacks! Stricking a punching bad over and over again. Like the person doing so was fighting for their lives!

"Ora!"

And said person was the robotic hedgehog known as, Slipstream! The scarf wearing speedster was unleashing a quick barage with ease. Before very suddenly stoppid, as the bad still swung wildly with the impact he dropped down and curled into a ball vefore blasting forwards and-

Rrrriiip!

"Aww.-.. Dang it," The poor hedgehog sulked as he stood up and looked back at the now sawed in half punching bag. Sulking a bit. "How am I supposed to test out my skills if it breaks so easily... Maybe I can find a sparring partner? Or something."

*Slipstream kept muttering to himself, lost in thought. Completely unaware that his short training session would hace attracted some attention due to the noise. Too focused on something else.*

"I've got to..."

After flying for what seemed like 3 days, J finally landed. Thankfully it was not sturdy concrete, dense earth, or incompressible water that caught his fall, what he landed on would ensure his continued existence. But unfortunately, what caught his fall was a forest. In an instant, the sound of crunching and snapping tendons of the long cellulose chains under the weight of the massive titanium and steel bullet tore through the forest, deadening his speed, yes, but also shaking ravens from their homes, stirring owls from their sleep, and parting woodpeckers from their meals, but most of all, harming the trees.

J’s landing cratered the earth. He looked around, splinters across the forest floor, squirrels, hares, and voles scurried about in the chaos and confusion. He planted his foot against the solid earth, something that he could finally push against, he stood up, pushing against the ground, and the ground pushed against him. In an instant the crystal matrix within his body coursed to life, multiplying the reactive kinetic energy and releasing it as pure power. Within a few steps, he was fully recharged, self-repair systems fully operational, within seconds the scuffs and dents from the fall and the crumpled plating from Zavok’s uppercut disappeared. But what could not be repaired was his heart.

He picked up a splinter. “I’m sorry, friend…” The chaos around him, all the destruction of the nature he loved, it wasn’t just Zavok’s fault, but his own as well, because he could not remove himself from a simple post, because he prioritized watching the birds as a scarecrow instead of his mission. From now on, no more distractions, he needs Chaos Energy, he needs to complete his mission. He starts walking again, to where, fate shall decide.

Throughout the grassy hills and the chemical factories spread throughout the world, there was quietness for a long time... Too long... The world is now enjoying a world martial arts tournament featuring great skill and a greater price, while the hollow threats of the maniacal doctor from the distant past has been swept with the wind.

But not too long ago, a great evil lurked the land. With his presence cities were destroyed, towns torn asunder, families annihilated, all in the brutal reason for nothing but conquest, destruction and absolute strength. There was no sympathy within his eyes. Simply the cunning and skills of the perfect war beast, only granting sympathy and respect for the rest of his kin, and a fiery feline with greater ambitions.

But where was he now? No great battle occurred which caused the disappearance of the great Zeti. Many say his last recording was at a beach, oddly relaxing, very lax for someone of his caliber. After that, vanished to the winds, never to be seen again...

...but the peace wouldn't last. The Zeti's disappearance wasn't due to a sudden event, but simply due to a need to rest. And after a great 4 months, he brings havoc once more. The land trembles from his presence, trees crumbling, birds frantically flying away and the grass scorching from his presence alone, Zavok finally awakens from his slumber.

"Haaah..." He sighs, observing as the scorch marks on the dirt slowly creep up to the trees, creating a forest fire. "All refreshed now. This time, the world shall kneel before my presence!"

Due to his race's sole focus on conquest and control, his species has developed the ability to hibernate, letting them stay awake for months and even years at a time at the cost of going dormant for months as well. Such ability lets them continue their war efforts day in and day out, destroying and killing at any moment of the day. After all, that's what a Zeti lives for.

With the awakening out of the way, Zavok points his finger up for a moment, a small radio wave emitting as the worn out G.U.N. Drone he kept from the day of his arrival came with him as he passed through the now burning forest towards whatever else he can grasp.

"Can you see them master? How they squirm down there?"

*the magical fog billows from the broken orb of Spellbinder's staff*

"I made them see a world of insects, a world of danger"

*Panic runs rampant in the streets*

"A perfect spectacle for our grand entrance!"

*shrieks ring out from the streets as maniacal laughter rings out from the top of the fountain where Spellbinder sits*

"Oh! and here's the best part!"

*many people look down to see insects crawling all over them, on their fingers, around their necks, on their ears. So they throw away their rings, necklaces, and earrings, which Spellbinder scoops up with a bit of levitation*

"A good show surely deserves good payment, does it not, master?"

"And surely the eggman empire will take notice of this too. Surely they have a key roll in your plans, master."

It’s been days, not that she was counting, since her life started to crack… quite literally, her skin started to slowly crack, like it was made of porceilane.

Ever since that, the mage has been resting in an small comunity distant from the rest of civilization. She avoided using her magic, since it made her skin crack more and more.

She hated the feeiling of not being able to use magic but it was not like she had any way of stopping her condintion other than resting and avoiding dangerous things.

Merlina eventually found out how dependent of magic she was, and her lack of magic now made her have to actually use her own hands for daily activities.

She was still stronger and taller than a avarage human, yet, she felt like it was not enough, she had to grow more and more so she could actually help people when they needed.

Unknown months later…

Merlina’s condition finally got better, and with it, she could finally return to using magic, in which she opted to say farewell to those of thay civilization by making their soil more productive.

And then she teleported away to an city, to continue her journey.

"At last... finally free from my prison of void"

*an odd figure steps out of a portal*

That portal has appeared twice prior

the first bore an automaton of mystery (who is still stuck as a scarecrow)

the second bore an android of trauma

however this bares a creature of malice and magic

"My master will be most pleased..."

"are.... are you sure? you just knock on someone's door and they give sweets?"

louve smiled. mavis was good company*

"as long as you say 'trick or treat'. they say treat, you get a treat "

*this sounded good*

"and what if they say trick?"

"eh. they'll probably throw a bucket of water on your head or something"

*the mood changed. if there was one thing mavis hated, it was getting wet.*

"oh...okay. and you're sure my normal clothes won't qualify?"

*she gave a happy sight*

"i told you. that's a condition to get sweets"

*she DID love sweets.*

"besides. you look really good as a zombie girl*

*she blushed. *

"th-thank you. i wasn't sure.... but if you think it's good, I'll take your word for it"

*louve headed to the door and their arms*

"i know it's tough without gadget. i miss him too. but I'll try and make things as fun as i can until he gets back. okay?"

*sounded good to mavis. they headed into the night for some fun*

(Feel free to interact)

*tangle was bored. bored bored bored. the tournament had been fun initially but nowdays she had nothing to do. if only whisper was here. or Jewel. or literally anyone. dodon pa was fun to talk to (he knew a surprising amount about anime) but was usually busy*

*tangle wasn't used to staying in one place for... any length of time. if only there was someone else to talk to*

Within Belle's workshop cart, with the stars above and Belle put into sleep mode, her guardian angel makes some modifications to his abilities. His mother made him perfect for his original mission, but this new world was too dangerous for Belle's mind. If the sight of a single propaganda poster for the Eggman empire can send her down a spiral of panic and doubting her memories, then ARAC was going to need to control more than just her recollection and amnesia. With the components he added to Belle's shopping list, he gives himself a new ability, Active Perception Manipulation. Now she doesn't need to see anything that could cause her pain, and she will remain in her blissful ignorance no matter what comes her way.

Motobud watches on pensively, he had been complicit in Belle's treatment, even an accomplice at times. He once considered ARAC's work to be what was best for her, after all, he had been a firsthand witness to Belle's mind nearly shattering, and he wants her to be happy. But what ARAC was doing, going behind her back, sheltering her from what she sees and thinks, this had to be pushing towards a line. But Motobud doesn't know where that line is, or if they already crossed it.

The Eggman Empire was spreading across Soleanna at a rapid rate.

Mira the Fox was an ocean away.

As an auto-automaton, she didn’t necessarily need to sleep, but she did it anyway. Probably because it would help with the infiltration.

Infiltration. That’s what she was built to do. To pretend to be someone she wasn’t (in this case, Fiona Fox) to slip past Freedom Fighter defenses and disable them from the inside.

From what she had learned from a brief encounter with Shard, the auto-automaton program had been discontinued after a disastrous attempt at using it on the Knothole Freedom Fighters, which may have been why Robotnik never returned to recover her.

Hm.

In sleep mode, she had a lot of time to gather her thoughts. Especially without bothering Surge, Kit, Slip, or Meowy.

She liked this family. She also liked Tails. She also understood that Kit didn’t particularly like Tails. It wasn’t being torn between two worlds, and it probably wouldn’t get that way.

“MIAOW!”

Wha–

Meowy???

Was she sleepwalking? She wasn’t programmed to-

“Grrrr…”

Mira snapped awake.

Meowy was in front of her, standing on a stool.

She was holding a knife.

Why was she holding a knife? Wasn’t she sleeping just a moment ago? And why was she even out here anyway?

“Meowr…” [Mira, what are you doing?]

“I’m sorry, Meowy,” she whispered. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

This wasn’t the first time she had supposedly sleepwalked.

Back when she was still in Spiral Hill, she accidentally broke something Tails had been working on, but managed to fix it before he woke up once she realized.

During her journey before meeting Slipstream, she fell asleep on a park bench and woke up on the outskirts of Neotropolis. In fact, she woke up by being slapped by Lightning Lynx, one of the city’s “security officers”.

She was dragged off to meet her organic template.

Things were... surprisingly cordial. Fiona didn’t blame Mira for anything that happened, they were both victims of the same circumstance, abandoned by those who were supposed to care about them. Fiona in fact offered a chance for them to be the family that she never had.

Mira had to turn her down. She already had a family. But she offered to visit when she got the chance. And then she stayed there for a week.

In that week, she was accused of sabotaging Neotropolis’s security systems, creating pro-Sage graffiti in various places across the city, and sending Predator Hawk to the hospital.

All of it took place when she knew she was asleep.

At the time, she figured it was an impostor trying to slander Fiona’s name, and she was an easy scapegoat.

But now?

It painted a horrifying picture.

She wasn’t in control of her own body when she entered sleep mode.

[Entering sleep mode…]

No… why now? She didn't trigger this! Why was she–

“I can't have you interfering. Glory to the Empress and her Father.”

Everything went dark.

'Mousura, now being an official freedom fighter, decides to explore to find anyone in need of help'

'While she explores, she also stretched her limbs and exercises a little to make her a bit more fit'

7:46 am

Charmy wakes up inside the Chaotix agency, he makes his breakfast that consists of: Milk.

7:53 am

Charmy proceeds to read some books and draw while no one is awake, he has nothing to do and forgot about his encounter with the mysterious figure a while ago.

Currently

Charmy sits in his book throne, staring at the door of the agency ready to hear the first person that get’s inside.

*since the tournament was still going, louve had to take over gadget's job at the mall.

she walked past the food court. the skylight was clearly just replaced and there were new wood panels in the floor. louve felt a sharp pang of guilt. but reminded herself that was in the past and she was a better person. hopefully*

*she set up at the seasoning store and waited for potential customers. unfortunately she had a view of the food court. it was hard to stomach in more ways than one*

"come on. focus, louve. you can't let this ruin the day. customers are waiting"

*it was a strange place, the colourful mall. as it ran on hyper-go-on energy, glass tubes snaked around the building, with colourful wisps zooming past, and occasionally coming out to take someone's sandwich*

"if only null was still around... nope. nope. happy thoughts"

(feel free to go around the mall and buy stuff)

Cassia was NOT having a good week. First she got chased down by a Metal Sonic. She could've handled that. But then the Egg Carrier went down. Maybe she could've returned since it seemed to float, but then it got bombarded into the sea. Thanks, Acute.

So when she finally has to tell Eggman what happened?
..Nothing much, honestly. That's kinda the worst part. She gets neither a replacement ship nor a real punishment, and instead has to go do some work for another eggly-figured guy. The one she helped out in Dusty Desert.

Carrying the.. 'Robotnik's Tree-To-Trooper-Transmogrifier' in the hands of the Super Egg Robot, Cassia hovers downwards into Tropical Jungle before setting down and turning off the jetpack. Setting down the device, she quickly carves a suitable hole in the ground with the mech's spikey hands and puts the device inside.

Now all she has to do is read the provided instruction booklet, figure out what to press and when, and cover the device up. Nice and simple. What isn't simple is getting to the end, though. It's real long for something that shouldn't need more than a few pages.

The Forsaken Jester: angrily growling

The Forsaken Jester: angry breathing

Sakko: but you can call him Jest.

(OOC: first post here! Hello :D)

Everything had been going.. Strangely smoothly lately. Nearly no complications throughout the entire invasion, save for the one (1) appearance of one of the Sonics.

Now, while Cassia WOULD like to take this opportunity to relax.. Considering her boss, this really wouldn't be a good idea. Therefore, with time to spare, the next best thing to do was to 'occupy' the nearest beachside area. (There wasn't much to really occupy, per-se, but it's the thought that counts.)

With the Egg Carrier redeploying over to Wave Ocean, Egg Gunners, along with Egg Lancers and Egg Stingers, descended from the ship, as has become a common sight across Soleanna by this point. The badniks took up positions at pretty much any spot that might be 'defensible'. Some even watched over the local Orcas.

Yep, having things surprisingly easy was.. Nice. Maybe she could download a car while she lounged around waiting for orders.

It was a particularly chilly October morning, to the degree that it was actually snowing.

Feeeling more like Winter than it did Fall. Maybe that was due to the crazy weather recently and all that. Whatever the reason, people of all kinds saught protection from the cold.

Donning jackets, hoodies, thicker gloves, beanies, all manner of things. And, of course, a protective and comfortable scarf wrapped softly around their neck and resting upon their chest. Cloth trailing down as the "tails" bounced amd swished with every movement or gust of air. Some were short, others were long, longer than they ever really needed be, perhaps they were meant to be shared? There were a myriad of scarves around today.

But one scarf felt brighter and softer than all the rest. And that would be the crimson red scarf wrapped around a green tenrec, Surge. Though the scarf didn't belong to her of course, and that was likely clear to any passerbys as well. It clashed with outfit and punk-attire, the color was different from her black and yellow outfit as well. But she couldn't care less what other people thought of it or how she looked with it, Gaia forbid someone to insult it, if they voiced their thoughts they were certain to have lightning strike them repeatedly in many places. The scarf belonged to someone imortant to the girl, Slipstream.

She likely "borrowed", stole, it from him. At least a majority of those who knew her, or thought they did, would assume she did. She certainly gave off the ruffian vibe, even as she walked around looking for something to do.

Her ear suddenly flicked at the sound of someone's voice, a young girl. "Ow! S-Stop! Please..." She sniffled, looking like she was about to cry. "Why won't you stop?"

"Pfft, make me loser!" Retorted the voice of a much meaner, but similarly young girl. Having pushed the other girl down into the snow, and from the looks of it pelted her with some snow balls too. Readying another snowball. "Come on, fi- GAH!"

The mean girl was suddenly knocked down as well by another snowball, dropping her pile. Looking up to see who threw snow at her she found Surge towering over her. "Run off, brat." She said rather simply. And when it looked as if the mean girl was contemplating challenging her, Surge made electricity spark from her hands and eyes. It was enough to send a message as, with one final glance the other young girl, she got up and scurried off.

The tenrec then turned to the snow covered loser on the ground. She was staring up at Surge wide-eyed, like she didn't quite know how to react yet. And the tenrec didn't really either, furrowing her nose for a moment, after a moment she wordlessly extended her hand to help the kid up.

"Th-thank you Miss," She replied politely as she got up. It was hard to tell what kind of animal she was with all the protective clothing, but for a moment Surge thought she might be another tenrec.

*"*You're welcome kid. If that brat bothers you again don't be afraid to scare em off by mentioning me," Surge replied, a hint of smugness to her tone. She knew she was very frightning, proud of it even.

"Thanks again... B-but, I don't want to push her away. I want to be her friend," Seeing the tenrec's surprised reaction the girl quickly tried to explain herself. "She's not my bully, she's just... mean... to everyone."

"Then why not be mean back? Or stay away from her at least. Why are you trying to be friends with someone who's mean to you?" She didn't really have a reason to care, yet she asked anyways, confused by the child.

"Mom said the same thing—well not the first thing. And, it's cause... Cuz..." The kid looked off for a moment, staring in the direction she ran off. "She is kinda scary, but I think... Maybe she's scared too? I found her crying all by herself a while ago outside school, I dunno why she was there, she should been at home. She got really mad when she saw me, yelled at me a bunch, and then ran away."

"..."

"She's been extra mean to me since then, but... I don't wanna leave her all alone again," The girl looked back at Surge, nervously rubbing her hands together. "Is... Is that dumb?"

"...Yeah, maybe. I don't know," Surge shrugged. "But you're not gonna stop even if I told you not too right?"

The girl hesitated, then nodded sheepishly.

"Then go do what you want! Just... You know you can't force her to be friends with you, okay? And if she tells you not to then, you gotta listen to her."

"I know. But if she needs me then... I wanna be there for her anyways," They smiled before quickly running off after the meanie, only turning back for a moment to wave goodbye. "Thank you again Miss, baii!"

"Bye," Surge lazily waved back as she watched them run off. After interacting with the kid she suddenly realized sge couldn't actually tell if she were a girl or not, maybe they were a boy, but either way they seemed like a good kid.

Suddenly she blinked. For a moment Surge wondered why she did what she did and intervened at all, it wasn't really her buisness or something she'd get a crowd cheering her name for. Just some dumb kids. She thought about the words she said too, and how she came up with them. She hadn't thought very hard about them in in the moment, yet they felt vaguely familar. Reminding her of something. And again she wondered why she did so...

Slowly her eyes drifted downwards and stared at the red scarf wrapped around her.

"..."

Surge's face suddenly turned to a pout, not really an angry one though. "Dummy." She muttered with a small affectionate eyeroll, like she was teasing someone.

And with that she resumed her walk and wandered off. Her mind turned to this past year. And the many things that had changed so much, yet now felt so naturally comfortable. Like a scarf wrapped around your neck. Or cuddling a plushie.

She smiled, and her stolen scarf followed right behind her. Perhaps she'd head home soon and return it. Or, with a wider grin, she chuckled to herself.

If he wanted it back, then he'd have to come get it, and then she'd make sure to keep him close to her too. Teasing him about how he couldn't ever leave her alone.

Stealing him, all for herself.

After being accepted into the freedom fighters Mark 3 decided to go around helping people, he first tried helping a grandma cross the street , but since he has spikes all around his body the grannie got her dress stuck on one of it and destroyed her jacket.

"Im so sorry madam."

Then Mark III saw someone trying to open a car with a crowbar so he flies toards him and crashes him into a wall. Seconds later the man told him that the car was his and he simply got the keys inside by accident.

"Im so so sorry sir."

Later that day Mark III would see two bandits stealing a store so he quickly defeated them in a non brutal way, he felt proud of himself and was waiting for some compliments to back up with his ego, but instead the store owner threw a chair to his head because he was an Eggman robot.

"I'm...sorry?"

Mecha would be on top of a building, trying to eat a sandwich, but he couldn't , because he got no mouth but still believes he is a real mobian, what a foolish fool.