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    Post by Cy-Fox on March 4th 2011, 4:17 pm

    Prologue

    United Nations Security Council Chambers
    Wednesday March 31, 2010


    An emergency session was announced earlier in the day. By good fortune, most of the Security Council was still lingering in the U.S after deciding on Resolution 1917, which happened nine days ago. Holding the attention of the floor was a thin and balding African-American, who was wearing a light blue turtleneck and khaki chinos. He was Dr. Nathan Morgan, a member of the European Center for Nuclear Research (CERN) and also a well respected physics researcher from Berkeley. He stood at a lectern that was set up in the center of the chambers, at the head of a table that was occupied by several key Security Council officials.

    There was of course the Secretary-General, Ban Ki-moon. Sitting at his right was Susan Rice, the American ambassador to the United Nations. At his left was Sir Mark Lycall Grant, Rice's equivalent from the UK. At Grant's left, as a standard gesture to the Anglo-Franco relationship was Gerard Araud. Vitaly Churkin of Russia and Wang Min of China were at Rice's right. Behind them, sitting at unoccupied seats in the first arch table were other representatives from UNSC member nations and also American president Barack Obama, UK prime minister David Cameron, German chancellor Angela Merkel, French president Nicholas Sarkozy and Russian president Dmitry Mevedev.

    Looking at each familiar face made Morgan more nervous than when he had initially come in. Feeling everyone's gaze on him, he took a sip of water from a glass on his lectern, scratched at his head and began to speak.

    “Yesterday as you all know, the Large Hadron Collider began its beam collisions at 1:06 PM, Central European Summer Time. In the public eye, it was an event of little consequence. However, it had all of us at CERN and the scientific community at large apprehensive but also excited.” He took a moment to scan the chambers before continuing.

    “The media likes to make people think that we're going to cause the world to disappear into a black hole. For the most part, that theory is largely bunk. However,” Morgan wiped his forehead with a sleeve. “An unexpected event did happen during the first collision.”

    “What kind of event, Dr. Morgan?” Rice interjected.

    “The collider had opened up a fissure in the ground within the ring. It was completely hollowed out. But what we saw within it was even more incredible than the presence of the fissure itself!”

    “What was within this fissure, Dr. Morgan?” Rice asked.

    “Space, Ambassador Rice.”

    “Space,” Rice maintained perfect control of her tone, while the rest of the Security Council seemed to deflate like a bicycle tire in surprise. “Intriguing.”

    “Understatement of the century, Susan.” Obama leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, linking his fingers together. “Was it populated space, Nathan?”

    “From a visual inspection, we could see at least one planet which appears to be Earth-like in its composition. You must understand sir, that we could only see with our naked eyes. We didn't dare to leave the ring for safety reasons. We didn't know how this fissure operates. It could have simply been a window that couldn't be breached. Worst case scenario was that it really was a breach.”

    Obama seemed to take the news as if it were just another day in the office. “What's the current status of this anomaly?”

    “Gone. The collider has been completely shut down under the guise of maintenance, sir. We all agreed that it wasn't a good idea to leave such an anomaly in place without knowing how exactly it was created, or if it could even be controlled.”

    “Do you have any theories at least?”

    “There is one, but it's very thin.”

    “Try me,” Obama thinly smiled. Morgan had the feeling that the president's eyes were boring through his skull. He had the complete attention of one of the most powerful people on the planet now, and it made Nathan's hands sweat.

    “We were testing several artifacts that were seconded to us by the U.S. Air Force. We were told that their presence at CERN was to be considered classified, along with their origin.”

    Obama chuckled. “You mean the Chaos Emeralds?”

    “May I assume that the subject is now no longer classified, sir?”

    “In the interest of science and my own curiosity, you certainly may.” Obama looked over at the Secretary General. “Mr. Secretary, I have a very interesting story to share with you all, if I may address the Council. I'm sure a lot of you've wanted to hear it.”

    The elderly South Korean nodded. President Obama stood up in his seat and crossed around the table to stand beside Morgan. “My little story begins at Roswell in 1947.”

    “Amusing,” Medvedev murmured. Obama fixed his gaze on the Russian president briefly.

    “The official story has been that we recovered debris from an experimental aircraft. That kicked off the UFO craze and people have been trying to find out the truth about what we found ever since. The truth is, we didn't find the remains of a UFO. But the objects in question were extraterrestrial. Seven perfectly cut diamonds of various colors.” He made a fist and held it in the air. “About this size. We call them Chaos Emeralds because ever since we found them, there were UFO sightings all over, sightings that had no basis.”

    “Your military however said that these UFOs did not exist,” David Cameron interjected. “Yet now you've sprung upon us the fact that you've found space diamonds. I'd say that they have a lot of basis now.”

    Obama chuckled again. “I'm speaking the plain and honest truth, David. We found nothing physical in the air, but there was something. The Air Force figured that they were optical illusions being created by these gems. They were originally called emeralds by the way, because they were green when they were found.”

    “And the military was picking at them ever since,” Morgan cocked his head. “They exhausted their capabilities for research, didn't they?”

    “And their budget. I'm sorry to say that my predecessor's squandering of Mr. Clinton's surplus in the Middle East was the main cause of that.” Obama replied coolly.

    Morgan swore lightly under his breath, shaking his head. “The man was scouring for oil while he had the key to infinite power locked away in Nevada.”

    Obama patted Morgan's shoulder. “I'm glad I made the right decision to send them to CERN. This has to be the most monumental scientific discovery since the bomb.” Morgan could see that Obama was getting visibly excited, with his smile widening. He made a fist and smacked into the open palm of his other hand. “Do you understand what this means? This is a major opportunity for multi-discipline investment. It could trigger a global economic stimulus.”

    The Russian ambassador harshly laughed. “And where would we get the capital in order to make these investments? In fact, how do you plan to fit this into the budget? Your Republican opposition says your administration is overspending as it is.”

    “I intend to meet with several reputable investors in order to provoke interest in investment. In fact,” Obama looked over at one of the interns that accompanied him. “Blaine, please see to it that the following people are brought to the White House by the time that I get back to Washington.”

    The intern pulled out his Blackberry smartphone and brought up a note application. “I'm ready when you are, sir.”

    “Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, John Carmack, Larry Ellison, Mark Zuckerberg, Eric Schmidt and of course, Mr. Buffett.” Obama flashed the intern his news conference smile. “But let's phase this in slowly. We'll start declassifying the military's records and research, make it accessible to the public.” Obama looked over at Morgan. “As for you, I'm going to put you in charge of a special advisory council.” He lowered his voice. “If I can secure the funding, we'll see about reproducing this anomaly in a safe zone.”

    “With all due respect, sir.” Morgan leaned in close to the president's ear. “The only safe place would most likely be in space.”

    Obama shrugged. “Let it be space, Nate.
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    Post by TheLordsbeacon on March 5th 2011, 2:33 am

    Interesting mixing real world politicians with Sonic fiction. Do I detect a portal to Sonics world in our future? :D
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    Post by Cy-Fox on March 7th 2011, 4:02 pm

    TheLordsbeacon wrote:Interesting mixing real world politicians with Sonic fiction. Do I detect a portal to Sonics world in our future? :D

    You do, indeed.
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    Post by Cy-Fox on May 25th 2011, 10:28 am

    Part 01: Grounded

    March 17, 2109
    Mobia Star System

    MSS Hyperion, Task Force 1
    Current Assignment: Sector Patrol
    Task Force Commander: RADM Crow Seetan, MSN

    Some would say that a patrol assignment was an absolute waste of a Massive-class battlecarrier's time and abilities, but there wasn't much else to do aside from patrols and drills since peace was mandated in the Charon Human Introduction and De-Escalation Conference of 2069. The Kingdom of Acorn had turned from the Republic of Mobius' nemesis to friend during the start of King Maximillian Acorn's reign in 2085 and the special relationship was expected to continue under his son Elias after his unexpected death in 2108.

    Even so, with a sixteen year technology and weapons embargo placed and enforced by the humans on the Kingdom, their fledgling space fleet couldn't threaten the Mobians' destroyers, let alone one battlecarrier. But that didn't call for reduced vigilance. The fighter wings were rotating shifts, shadowing and identifying various ships at points in the system. The Hyperion itself was positioned between the Warp Gate and Mobius.

    A cargo ship passed through the colorful, chaotic Mobian endpoint of the portal that stitched the two star systems together, joining a rank of ships that passed Hyperion. Ops specialists were watching the input and output that was flowing through the battlecarrier's computers. Registry codes, passenger and cargo manifests. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Fighters hung around the carrier like bees amongst their hive.

    The recent arrival continued on its course towards Mobius, entering into a standard orbit. Minutes passed, yet it did not make any move to enter the atmosphere, instead shifting to the 'dark' side of the planet. This raised a red flag within the Hyperion's Combat Information Center (CIC). A human Ops specialist rotated his cushioned chair away from his station.

    “We've got a nav-plan deviation, Admiral. Earth based cargo transport leaving the dark side of Mobius. No emergency condition announced,” the young enlisted man said, adjusting his dark blue ballcap. The Mobian Space Navy inherited a lot of its style from their seawater counterparts.

    Rear Admiral Crow Seetan was a red-eyed black wolf, about ten or twenty years young for his rank, with his 29th birthday around the corner. As Task Force Commander, he was also the de facto commander of the battlecarrier, though he always had the option of devolving command to a captain. That didn't fit with his hands on style of operation, which was (along with the right connections) why he had one star on his shoulders.

    “Three man interception squad,” Seetan ordered, flexing the gloved fingers of his left hand. “Have the ship guided back to our nose.” He turned his head slightly to the left, facing the ship's Space Marine detachment commander. “Put a squad on Alert 10 for boarding.”

    Pyro Squadron, MSS Hyperion
    Current Assignment: Interception
    Pyro 1-1 ('Actual'): LTJG Miles “Tails” Prower, MSN
    Pyro 1-2: LTJG Cyril Wohler, MSN
    Pyro 1-3: ENS James Rakasta, MSN


    Three GX-class fighters broke off from Hyperion, shooting off after the last known track of the freighter. Pyro Squadron consisted of three Mobians, two wolves and a fox, who was the undisputed brains of the group. Lieutenant Junior Grade Miles “Tails” Prower was at the tip of their vee formation, holding the flight stick in his right hand and a mug of Hyperion coffee that the squadron 'pup' made in his left. Taking a fast drag from the mug, he secured it back into its magnetic holder and engaged its electromagnet.

    “How's it taste, sir?” Ensign Rakasta asked over radio.

    “Just like how your mother made it for him this morning, kid.” Lieutenant Wohler shot back.

    “Lieutenant? Permission to speak freely,”

    “Granted,” Wohler replied lazily.

    “Sir? Shut the fu-”

    “Both of you can button it up. We have brass listening in,” Tails remarked. The other squadron members visibly shifted their demeanor on his helmet's HUD. He grabbed the throttle control that was mounted to his left and pushed it all the way forward, keeping his left hand clenched around it. “We're to intercept and escort this freighter back to the Hyperion for inspection. Hyperion didn't detect any weapons, but that doesn't mean there's not room for surprise.”

    “If they're stupid enough to shoot at us-”

    “Then we're going to disable it, Mr. Wohler.” Prower said, exasperated.

    “Mr. Prower, you're no goddamn fun sometimes.”

    “I'm plenty of fun, especially when I'm taking you to the cleaners,” the fox quipped. They were now in visual range of the track which the cargo ship was on. It was hard to miss, since Prower's helmet HUD displayed it as a bright yellow line, which was changing on the fly, using data that was constantly compared with Hyperion.

    “Stay in formation! I'm on the track,” Tails announced. He peered forward, magnifying as far as his helmet would allow him to, seeing nothing but twilight.

    “She cut her running lights,” Rakasta interjected into the silence. Tails nodded in agreement. “Seetan'll have fun with this at his mast. Equipment violation, no headlights.” He smiled thinly as the two wolves jammed the radio with howls of laughter. The laughing was cut short when the track suddenly ended a ways in front of them.

    The three fighters closed the gap between their position and the end of the track. Tails thumbed the switch for his floodlight, a motion matched by the other two. They yawed their fighters in sweeping motions, coming up with nothing.

    “No visual contact. No electronic emissions. They're gone,” Wohler announced with a sigh. “Short range warp drive.”

    Tails switched to the command channel on his radio. “Hyperion, this is Pyro 1-1 Actual,”

    “Pyro 1-1, this is God.” Seetan's voice replied.

    “God, our track warped out to who-knows-where. Orders?”

    “Hold tight 1-1. We'll plot a warp trajectory and feed it back to you. When it's finalized, you may follow and continue present mission. If another warp has occurred, return to previous point and call back for SWACS launch.”

    Tails nodded, flexing his fingers. “Yes sir. Pyro Squadron is holding and awaiting your upload.”

    A small burst of static indicated that Seetan cut off his end of the transmission. Prower switched back to the squadron channel. While Hyperion chewed on the freighter's warp signature, there was little do except to banter with his squadmates, whose images popped back up on helmet HUD..

    Wohler broke the silence. “So what do you think these guys are Miles?”

    “Scum of the galaxy type. Pirates, contraband runners, something like that.” Tails speculated, turning off the cupholder's magnet. “Maybe some special operations outfit. That's a bit of a stretch though, I'd think that their controller would inform brass.”

    “Seetan might know, but it's not like he'd tell us,” Rakasta piped in, earning a shake of the head from Tails. “Seetan wouldn't be going to the effort of offering SWACS if it was.”

    An amber light on the communications console started to strobe, indicating that Hyperion wanted to talk to Tails again. The fox smiled and changed channels again. “Pyro 1-1,”

    It was Seetan again. “Got a present for you Miles. Uploading their warp destination to you now. Adjust your comm gear for warp transmission when you reach it.” A green light flashed on the same console, indicating a data transfer was in progress. The MFD screen on the right side of his front console shifted to a space map, showing the warp path that the freighter took. It was what seemed to be an unclaimed star system, a handful of light years away, one of those spots that you'd pass by unless you were specifically looking for it.

    “Initiate jump pre-sequence,” Tails ordered, stabbing one of the faceless square buttons by the right side MFD, which was now flashing red, followed by a beep tone and the GX's computer personality announcing the initiation. The GX and its two twins started to glow in a fiery orange from their thrusters to their noses, then began to flicker as the warp bubbles formed. Suddenly with three vibrant explosions of light, the three fighters were gone, with only small fingers of orange lightning remaining.
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    Post by TheLordsbeacon on July 2nd 2011, 1:20 pm

    I just thought I would chime in again and congratulate you on a well written story. It is among some of the best writing I have seen on Sonic boards. I have to admit that I'm surprised that nobody else replied to part II yet. As I am new to your stories, I don't know if you have written other stories with similar themes but I notice that you have taken Tails and turned him into a kind of Star Fox adventure...I like it. If it were a TV show I would definitely watch it. A lot of people didn't like part 2 of Sonic X which took place in space but I did. Of course Tails was the captain :) I look forward to more.

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    Post by Cy-Fox on August 28th 2015, 1:12 am

    This is going to seem like a horrendous necropost but this was actually sourced in NeoGAF as being the origin for a meme that's been rotating around. I'm perplexed but also in a sense honoured. In any case though this is one of the many rough drafts that I've worked on over the course of series development and will be replaced with a beta later on down the line.
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    Post by preadatordetector on December 2nd 2015, 7:41 pm

    Cy-Fox wrote:This is going to seem like a horrendous necropost but this was actually sourced in NeoGAF as being the origin for a meme that's been rotating around. I'm perplexed but also in a sense honoured. In any case though this is one of the many rough drafts that I've worked on over the course of series development and will be replaced with a beta later on down the line.
    Don'cha worry, practically everything in here is a necropost by now, to be honest.

    The last piece of fanfiction in this piece of digital space was in February. There's nothing to worry about, except for keeping this place alive.

    To me, the only thing that makes this place alive is that I still have commitments here. I just need to work on stuff like school.
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    Post by Schnickelfritz on May 12th 2019, 8:41 pm

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