Kapitel 11: Seaside Heroics
<div id="i4c-draggable-container" style="position: fixed; z-index: 1499; width: 0px; height: 0px;"><div data-reactroot="" class="resolved" style="all: initial;"></div></div>Seaside City, a metropolis located westward of Floral Forest Village, is among the largest cities in Mobius, with a population surpassing sixty thousand. It's made up of both normal, two or three-storey houses and skyscrapers several hundred feet tall, with apartment blocks in the middle, office buildings, a downtown near the city square, and outskirts that were too pleasing to the eye to be simple suburbs (not that suburbs are bad by themselves, or that there are bad suburbs, or-I'll be shutting now).
However, the city is known across Mobius not just because of its vistas from the ocean, nor its modern look, but the fact that the Chaotix, detectives-turned-Resistance members-turned-detectives again, had their office and home there, acting as its peacekeepers alongside the local police force between investigation and investigation. They had left the city a week and a half before, hired by Amy Rose after she heard a rumor of the dreaded Dr. Eggman having reappeared.
Good thing they made their home there, because an organized battalion of Badniks had decided that the city would be their new target. Too bad they had left again when they came back three days before.
Naturally the robots did as they usually would do to a populated center: grab cars and throw them into buildings, chase people around to scare them, vandalize statues and posters, fire lasers (slow, visible 'bolts') and bullets into the air for no damn good reason, and overall chaos and destruction to terrorize the good folks of Seaside City. The police, while armed, was simply not trained nor equipped enough to deal with a situation like this.
Fortunately for the beleaguered officers, help arrived in the form of not just the Chaotix, but also Sonic the Hedgehog himself!
And then imagine their faces when they also saw, alongside their local heroes and Sonic, the 'dreaded' Dr. Eggman, alive and now looking like he had changed his body for that of a shaved gorilla wearing overalls (and a hardhat, can't forget the hardhat), driving down the streets in a hovercar and either punching, running over, shooting with a lever-action rifle or a revolver, or otherwise just destroying any robot that was on his path while spouting southern sayings and slangs like no tomorrow, 'Yee-Ha'-ing like a cowboy from time to time and humming the main themes of A Fistful of Dollars and For a Few Dollars More as loud as he could.
Hey, I was an expy of the Engineer now, I had to keep up my image even if it meant acting like a deranged vaquero.
The hovercar I was driving was Vanilla's (yes, she knew who to drive it, I taught her how to), who had driven on it to the Restoration when she was told I was showing signs of waking up, and she graciously gave me her keys when I asked her to lend it to me to go to Seaside, under the condition that I wouldn't get hurt on the fray. Why did I drive a vehicle instead of running to the city, which I could? Because. Yes, just because. Well, that and my new overalls couldn't hold all the ammunition for my new guns. The city was not that close, at least not for a vehicle that didn't go faster than sixty, but some rigging later and, while nowhere as fast as Sonic, much less me at full speed, the hovercar was quite possibly the fastest driven thing in the planet that didn't fly (higher than ten feet).
As for the rifle and the revolver, they already had them at HQ; the revolver was an antique (looked like the holy spawn of a Single Action Army and a Python, and fired the Mobian equivalent of .44 Magnum) someone had encountered one day on an abandoned museum during the occupation and decided to bring it with them, while the rifle, which looked exactly like your typical Winchester and fired a bigass bullet, was actually a secondary weapon from some robot called Omega, who got rido of it because apparently it thought the rifle was redudant, apparently because it had more powerful weapons.
And before you ask how I cocked and reloaded the rifle, no, I didn't do the flip-cocking trick of the T-800. Okay, I DID the flip a couple times, but only when the car was not moving, couldn't drive with just one hand (it's harder than it looks); otherwise I just supported the barrel on the on the casts of my still wounded arm and cocked it when loaded, and reloaded it with my good hand when empty. Naturally I had to stop the car when doing so, but I wasn't alone on the fight so that wasn't a concern, and even then I still had the revolver, my good ol' fist and the car with me.
Okay, back to the story! You'll be reading this sentence a lot on this, well, story.
"Eat lead, metal fly!" I shouted as I blew a flying bot's head off. "And you!" I crushed a foot robot's entire torso when it got too close to me. "And you too!"
"Hey, Eggman!" Sonic screamed as he jumped on one of those motorbugs. The Chaotix weren't far, doing basically the same thing they did the past week, only harder given this was their home they were defending. "How are you doing back there!"
"Mighty fine, if a bit bored!" I replied as I ran over another motorbug.
"Maybe if you got out the car and fought the robots by yourself, it wouldn't be so-look out, in front of you!" He screamed, pointing at something in front of me, less than a hundred feet. It was an Eggbot, the same model that nearly killed me.
Even though the car could have been able to fly over the thing, or I could had simply swerved away, I did what any other sany person would have done in my situation.
Step on the accelerator and ram the thing at full speed before bailing.
Unfortunately, either the Eggbot was much heavier than it looked, or it had been built to deal with impacts, because when the hovercar impacted into it at a speed of one hundred forty klicks per hour, the car quite literally shattered in a million pieces, but the robot was practically unscathed!
Didn't save it from being beaten to hell with my good hand though. I mean, I did make a small shockwave once...
"Take that you rusted toaster!" I spat at its remains before remembering something, looking back at what used to be Vanilla's hovercar "Nononono!" I sputtered like a hose as I ran to the wreckage to assess the damage.
Utterly beyond repair.
"Vanilla's gonna kill me..." I muttered as I held the wheel with despair. Obviously she wouldn't even be concerned for the car, but still.
"Eggman!" I heard Sonic scream behind me. "Are you okay?!"
"Fine and dandy, but Vanilla's wagon's wrecked beyond repair!" I growled as I accepted the fact that the car was beyond repair. I had made that thing with nothing but old home appliances, junk and tires, and the goddamn machines come and get in my way! Okay, I shouldn't hat stepped on the gas, but still, it didn't move away! "These robots got me mad!"
"It's just a car." I heard Vector say from far away, prompting me to glare at him. Even though he wasn't actually looking at me, and there were at least thirty yards between him and me, he still recoiled in fear.
"Just a car?! It's literally the first one of it's kind! And I made it with nothing but trash and an outdated washing machine!"
However, just as I was about to enter into a full-blown tirade, a scream cut me off.
"HELP!"
It came from an apartment block, four storeys high, the door blocked by debris and the building itself in flames.
"The door's blocked, we can't get out!" Screamed a beaver from a window, his family behind him. They weren't the only ones, however: various balconies and windows had people in them, either trapped by the flames or unable to leave otherwise. "Help us!"
I don't know what came to me at the moment. I knew that Sonic could literally get to them in a second. Hell, even Espio could, given his ninja speed. But still, something made me drop the guns to the ground and sprint at the burning apartment block, even when nearby cops aimed their guns at me and ordered to stop, or the people in the building screamed harder when they realized who I was and that I was coming right at them.
"Don't worry fellas, I'm here to save ya!"
"B-but you're Eggman!"
"I'm a good guy now! This should be enough proof!" I replied with a grin as I waved the casted arm before grabbing them with my healthy one. Yes, saying that having an arm in a cast is a proof that you're good seems stupid, but think about it, why would the possibly most dangerous man in the world get inside a building in flames with one arm broken to save people?
One by one, I got the trapped Mobians outside, and not a moment to soon, because the second I ran out with a mouse the building collapsed.
We (me and the crowd of both rescued people and assorted citizens that came to see me) stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity, them with confusion, fear and/or anger, me with some unease. Sonic sped next to me and nudged my side, non-verbally telling me to introduce myself. Next to me, I could see Charmy grinning and silently cheering me on, Vector giving me a twin thumbs up, and Espio, well, being a ninja and simply waiting for something to happen. Of the Badniks only heaps of metal remained, so everyting was good.
And then someone threw a brick at my head! Of course, even if I weren't stupidly tough, I had a hardhat, but still, BRICK TO MY SKULL!
"Who threw that!" Sonic shouted.
"I did!" Said a ram forcing his way to the head of the crowd, who then glared at me defiantly.
They probably expected me to go on a tirade of how I wanted to become good, of them not giving me a chance to prove myself, alongside Sonic and the Chaotix. Well, the latter looked like they were about to speak, but...
No one expect me to grab the brick and throw it back at the prick (hey, a rhyme, yippee!), with enough force to break his nose and knock him out. Look, I'm not stupid, they were scared of me, but I'm not a saint either, if you throw crap at me, even if doesn't hurt me, I throw it back, no matter if you were an scared civilian.
Unless it's actual crap; in that case I would freak out and try to get it off me.
"Any one else want to give it a try?"
"Eggman!" Vector screamed at me, although more annoyed than genuinely angry, while Espio and Sonic made the police, who had aimed their guns at me, stand down (or in Sonic's case forcibly take their guns). This was 'his' city, but he had seen me take a (several) bullet(s) to protect Vanilla and Cream, and that's not counting my constructions. "Why did you do that!"
"Good doesn't mean nice!" I replied. "And before you compare me with a certain hedgehog, that guy started it!"
"Okay, you got me there." He admitted before shaking his head. "Still, throwing bricks back at people is, well, dangerous! I mean, you could have killed him!"
"Is he dead?" I asked the people tending to the ram.
"No, but he's unconscious, and his nose is broken!"
"Well next time I'll aim for the crotch then." Okay, that was mean.
The crowd started to get restless, but fortunately Vector decided to step in.
"People, people! I know he's Eggman, the guy whose only, but he's changed, we've seen it! Just give him a chance!"
"But he's Eggman!"
"No." Said a mechanical voice at my left. It spoke with a monotone tone, but something told me that, whoever said was, they were angry.
It was an Eggob, possibly a survivor of our onslaught, standing right at the back of the crowd.
Only, its chassis was painted blue, and its eyes/receptors/visors/whatever were glowing red as it 'glared' at me.
"He's not Eggman." The machine said.
I had no idea of who this guy was, but Sonic seemingly did, judging by his terrified expression and the quiet tone he used to speak.
"Metal Sonic?"
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