Egg Event

[chaoscroc]

(The following RP is happening as an aside. Current running threads and/or future ones do not affect this. Please so my thread in the RP Discussion forum for more details.)

LOCATION: CENTRAL CITY. SOL PORTAL ARRAY.

Under cover of darkness, numerous figures snuck past G.U.N robots and security cameras, gaining access to the Sol Portal Array controls. One motioned to the others, who began covering the various doors and hallways, while another ripped open a panel and began rewiring various conduits. The dark figure, a weasel girl in an Eggman Empire uniform, glanced at a watch. "Five minutes. Go." The other figure, a similarly dressed wolf guy, nodded and removed a device from his jacket, opening it and removing various components and wires. Crawling under the console panel, he went to work, rewiring and adjusting various bits. Meanwhile, the weasel girl kept her eyes on her watch.

After four minutes, the wolf guy placed the panel back on the console, and nodded to the girl. Making a motion with her hand, everyone raced out of the complex, heading to a hidden airship nearby, the Eggman symbol emblazoned on it's side. As it lifted into the air, the weasel girl smirked and removed a remote from her jacket. "All hail the Eggman Empire.", she spoke, as she pressed a button.

The console inside the complex began to spark wildly, erupting in a shower of light and smoke. On the platform in front of it, the blue glowing portal to the Sol Dimension shimmered, the arches surrounding it exploding in an overloading light show. As the machines smoked and exploded, the portal itself sent out a shockwave of energy, before it vanished from sight. The shockwave, invisible to the naked eye, cascaded across Gaia, causing the other, smaller portals to overload and vanish as well.

Gaia and Sol were, once again, sealed off from each other.

LOCATION: CENTRAL CITY. G.U.N HEADQUARTERS.

Across the base, alarms blared loudly. Reports were coming in of an explosion at the Sol Portal Array, as well as from the smaller sites around the planet. As soldiers and commanders scrambled to make heads or tails of the situation, a single Mobian private made his way to a computer terminal, and slipped a small USB stick into the input. Walking away quickly, he removed a small transmitter from his pocket, and pressed it to his mouth. "Agent V-74 to base. Package delivered." He quickly made his way to the exit.

Suddenly, all over the base, computer screens flickered and flashed. The databases and servers began to overheat and crash, data being fried from the motherboards. A powerful white virus had been installed into G.U.N's computer system, and information was being wiped out left and right.

LOCATION: EGGMANLAND. MAIN CONTROL ROOM.

Eggman smirked as he watched his plans unfold. The Sol gates were gone. G.U.N had been, for now, disabled. And no one had any idea he was behind it. He pressed a button on his command chair, opening a communication to all of his robots in Eggmanland.

"Attention all robots. This is Dr Eggman. The time is now for a worldwide strike on all world goverments. All Egg Fleet battleships are on full alert, and will proceed immediately to all capital cities. Occupy and capture all world leaders. All other units are to locate and capture the one known as Blaze the Cat. Drag her to me, alive and unconcious. And if Sonic or his friends show up, take care of them!"

Outside, his fleet stood ready. But these looked different. More alien, and no Eggman symbols on them at all. These did not look like Eggman's robots at all. Or, at least, not like the usual ones he's built. Each one sprang to life, and marched off to complete their orders. Overhead, fleets of ships lowered from the clouds, again with no markings or clear indications that they were Eggman's, and blasted off to their destinations.

Watching for a moment, Eggman opened up another communication, this time to the people in his city. "Citizens of Eggmanland, this is an emergency! A mysterious enemy force has revealed itself in our city, and is spreading out across the planet! For your own safety, stay inside and lock your doors! All Egg Pawns are on security alert Alpha! Do not engage the alien robots unless you have to!"

[mizuru007]

"Kittens and puppies and tiny foxes with little blue bows and unicorns and DINOSAURS and wittle babies with drool-covered faces are all so cuuuute~" The small red panda was hard at work attempting to tie a bow onto the Tails Doll she'd managed to bring back to the medical ward with her after training, singing a nonsensical tune. Cotton didn't have a name for the doll yet, but she wasn't about to rush it. Names were very important things!

Suddenly, there was a loud announcement from Eggman about a "mysterious enemy force". Aaand how she wasn't supposed to go out. Of course, that caused her to begin to survey her surroundings and find things that she needed to go out to get. They were running a bit low on antiseptic. And syringes. Aaaand band-aids. And flour. And sugar. And butterscotch candies.

"No! Eggy said I have to stay inside, so I'm gonna stay inside!" Pouting, she sat down on a nearby stool and stared intently at the Tails Doll, focusing on obeying her orders.
SHE COULD DO THIS.
SHE WAS AN ADULT.

[mistressdizzy]

Dizzy the Mouse smiled to herself, sitting at her desk within Egg Headquarters. She'd heard the announcement through one of her many sattelite radios and figured things had been set in motion. Obviously, her research had done it's job. She'd been assigned to locate the addresses of the all of the capital cities governmental headquarters. Blueprints, security detail, all of it. It'd taken her many, many sleepless nights to compile all of the info, but she'd done her job.

Of course, she didn't know what it was for- she didn't have the clearance for that. But she was happy to be useful to the great Doctor, as always. She sighed at the second announcement and went to one of the drawers of her desk, pulling out a hidden cache of food and snacks. So she couldn't leave. No worries, she could just get cozy.

[Chronomentrophobia]

It seems at times, when a grave announcement is made, that it is the sworn duty of some observing individual to take it upon themselves to garner the shocked onlookers into action. This is such an intrinsic property of the cosmos that there are those who will take it upon themselves to do so even without any preamble of logic to accompany it.



The doors to the infirmary threw themselves open, a considerable feat given the diminutive size of the yellow-gloved hands which forced them aside.

"YE HEARD THE CAPTAIN, SCALAWAGS! BATTEN THE HATCHES!" Cubot declared, at sufficient volume to create an echo in the all-but deserted infirmary main room.

An ordinary individual would be at least somewhat thrown off by the immediately obvious lack of people to recieve this statement: one red panda and a somewhat disturbing doll did not a large crowd make. However, this was banking on the principle that Cubot was an ordinary individual, and he was not... in fact, the general consensus emerged that most considered him subpar at best.

The robot drifted over to better survey the two, planting his hands on the bottom of his casing with a muffled clink, leaning forwards for effect. "And just who be ye, lassie?" he demanded, in his finest (involuntary) pirate. Typically when questioning people, he preferred his mobster chip, but given that nine times out of ten the people who changed his chip didn't know what it was, it was a rare day indeed that Cubot's voice and what he was attempting to do with it matched up, so he made do. The diminutive secretarial robot settled for closing one optic in a makeshift impersonation of an eyepatch.

[mizuru007]

"Lassie...? Who's Lassie? I'm not Lassie, I'm Cotton...." Absolutely befuddled, the panda's head tilted to the far left. Who was this new robot...? And why did it sound so funny? Crouching down to meet the bot's gaze, she noticed that its eyes matched Orbot's and came to the hasty conclusion that it must be the cynical bot's brother.

With a gentle pat on the top of its head, she smiled and cooed. "I'm sorry, cute robot, but I can't go anywhere~ Eggman said that I had to stay riiiiiight here. Riiiiiight in this spot."

[Chronomentrophobia]

Cubot blinked a bit at the gentle voice and the head-patting. That was quite a 180 from what he was used to dealing with, and it threw off his tangent a bit.

Which was saying something, for Cubot.

"All righty then!" he declared, wheeling about. "Stayin' put's the thing to do. Captain's orders, of course. But it's ALSO Captain's orders that we see to it gettin' this place shipshape!" He eyed the door he'd come through as if seeing it for the first time, then promptly moved over and shut it. Problem solved.

"Beggin' your pardon, o'course. Can't imagine what'd happen if me matey 'd come in here with the place any less." Actually he could, very clearly. It involved a long, suffering look and lots of Orbot adjusting things huffily.

[mizuru007]

Why was this robot talking about ships now? Maybe it was confused. Or MAYBE it was built to think that buildings were ships and ships were buildings. She could see Eggman making a teeny tiny hiccup in the programming and that happening. Oh poor thing. Did it get building-sick then...?

Before she could get too caught in her own thoughts (the poor dear had just the tiniest deposit of "deep thinking drool" at the corner of her mouth), Cotton caught herself and briefly shook her head, clearing her throat in an attempt to look more...less...something. The blocky bot had mentioned his "matey"...he must have meant his red robo "brother", Orbot. So...was he saying the ward was...messy...? She couldn't think of anything else that fussy robot would have gotten upset at.

...clearly she wasn't thinking about that very hard, but that is beside the point.


"Oh, I should clean up...?" Her rose eyes drifted over the room. He...did have a point. There were containers knocked over, research papers piled high onto the only tiny desk in the room (which was bent from all of the weight; the floppy Tails Doll on top of the pile surely wasn't helping matters), flowers and stickers lay everywhere, and there was a thin layer of flour over the entire floor...that is, where there weren't tiny paw prints in said layer.

"M-maybe I should...uh...W-what's your name, Blocky?" The question was asked the second her gaze returned to that small, yellow cube of a robot.

[Chronomentrophobia]

The small robot looked about with about the same vague air as Cotton, sans the residue of long contemplation. He blinked with a soft click of both optics, more an expression of bafflement than serving any actual purpose to the maintenance of his optics.

"Aye?" He blinked again at the question, and then, with an exaggerated bow more fitting of a wannabe nobleman than a pirate, he declared, "The name be Cubot, missy! ...Beggin' yer pardon, miss Cotton. The ol' chip does that all 'is own," and, almost sheepishly, Cubot thumped his small, angular torso as if clearing his throat. It wasn't really an 'old' chip, either; new as of this morning. He couldn't remember the exact time of its installation... let's see... he'd been talking about food... Orbot had said... something something if you say 'hootenanny' one more time... aand then the next thing he knew he was back to pirate.

"Bein' the case, la-Cotton, I don't have much to do meself 'sides bunker down. I reckon I can help ye."

[Riyami]

Another robotic figure stopped just outside one of the factory entrances, however this one actually looked more like a person than either side.

Aeon had just exited to execute the secondary orders given by Eggman when the unknown force made itself known within Eggmanland. By proxy, she was programmed to be subservient, however details on the exact designation of her services were still not clear. Her designation was neither 'Egg Fleet' nor 'Egg Pawn' so most of Eggman's orders confused Aeon greatly.

In light of the situation however, she chose to stay within the City on Security Alert, despite not acknowledging the Alpha part of her 'orders'.

She observed some of the alien robots leaving, and made some scanning attempts to locate others that were still in the vicinity.

[mizuru007]

"Oh, so you ARE Orbot's brother! You two even have the same eyes~!" With her tail swishing about excitedly, the panda near-launched herself at Cubot and started nuzzling his "head" affectionately. This robot was definitely a lot nicer than Orbot was, even if he did talk a little...funny. And he even wanted to help her clean up!

this was the best robot ever

After a few more moments of nuzzling (and maybe just the teeniest twitter), Cotton stood up and took Cubot's comedically oversized hand, pointing over at a broom and dustpan.
"Okay, Cubot, can you dust the floor for me~? I'm gonna try and...organize my papers..." She cast a frightened glance at the now-groaning desk.

[Val]

On the ground floor of the citadel, in one of the back rooms was the Break Room. Some worn out sofas, a big screen TV and (for some reason) a coffee machine sitting in a makeshift kitchen area.

@serk@

Sat on one sofa in front of the TV was a crimson echidna looking metallix and a small black child-like robot with curved horn like things on it’s head. The two were playing some fighting video game with the volume turned up so loud People from the reception area had complained more then once. It was only with difficulty that the pair were able to hear Eggman’s announcement over the speakers.

However even then, the only parts of the announcement to penetrate RK’s black void he called a mind was “Mysterious enemy force.” and “Engage the alien robots.”
Immediately dropping his controller, RK dashed over to a nearby door which had a sign above it that read ‘Weapon storage’ The scarlet robot flung open the door and turned on the light, revealing a room filled with row after row of beautiful firearms, All brightly coloured and emblazoned with the grinning face of his creator. Grabbing as much ammo and as many guns as he could carry, RK strutted back out into the break room. Ammo belts hanging from his shoulders and half a dozen guns tied to his back and another two in his hands.

He was ready for a good fight. Pausing, pretending to take in a deep breath, the metallix screamed, “I’MA KICK SOME ALIEN ASS!!” before charging out the door.



Panic. That was the only word Milo could use to describe how he was feeling. Sheer unrelenting panic. He’d always thought of Eggmanland as impregnable until now…Sonic and friends excluded of course. But here was some alien army marching over the entire globe. But despite his orders to stay inside he was a soldier for the Eggman Empire and he would be damned if he didn’t try to help. But first things first, he had to find the only real friend he’d make so far in this city and make sure she was safe first. The coyote’s light feet skidded on the polished floor as he tried to stop himself outside the door to the infirmary. He immediately noticed the doors looked like they had recently been forced open. What if something had gotten here first? Milo threw the doors open, “Cotton?!”

[mizuru007]

With a high pitched squeak, Cotton launched herself up onto the nearest surface she could find. Unfortunately, that surface happened to be a tie between Cubot and an examining table. So instead of landing on top of either, she landed on top of both, with one leg resting on Cubot's solid head and the rest of her on said table.
Upon noting who was at the door, however, her demeanor changed entirely. A grin slowly spread on her face as she seemed to melt off of the table. Terrible attention span kicking in, the panda skipped over to Milo and grabbed him in a giant hug.

"Mii-mii, are you okay~? You sounded like you were gonna explode or something~" Her words rose from her mouth in a lilt.

[Chronomentrophobia]

Cubot had managed a decent stretch of floor by this point, with a few pauses when he got distracted and started discussing 'pieces of eight'. He honestly had no idea what the term meant, besides the fact that it escaped his own once during a relatively long-winded conversation about the Chaos Emeralds. Or an armed robbery. Which one it was had escaped into the nebulous voids of his processor with time, and he was a bit too distracted to riffle through the filing cabinets of his mind purely for reference.

Then a purple coyote had burst through the door and Cotton had landed on top of his head. Cubot's frame, while durable enough, simply wasn't meant to be a platform, and predictably, his spine collapsed, hands instinctively drawing in as he found himself more or less forcefully compacted into his box form.

After Cotton's weight left him, he sprang back up, wavering disoriented a moment. The broom and dustpan, both having fallen thanks to the sudden retracting of his hands. Twisting at the middle, he caught sight of what had surprised Cotton...

And had he eyebrows, he would have raised them. Popular place, it seemed. He threw the other individual a lazy salute, clonking himself on the optic rim before he turned to pick up the broom and get back to work.

[Val]

‘Mii-Mii?’ Seriously? It didn’t even make sense, Milo is shorter and easier to say then Mii-Mii…But of course Cotton was like that. She had her own way of doing things and he knew this nickname, however odd, was an affectionate one.

“I just…” Milo had to take a few deep gasps of air to recover from his sprint here, his lungs were burning. Normally he was a good runner but because of his worrying he’d forgotten to pace himself, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay..I mean with the alarm and those alien things in the city. I had to find you.”

Then the coyote’s emerald eyes glanced over at the small box shaped robot sweeping the floor…that was..Cubot…one of Eggman’s assistants…how the heck had Cotton convinced him to sweep the floor for her? Well then again..this was Cubot. From what Milo had heard about him, he was…less then intelligent. Milo gave Cubot a swift salute back before slumping into a chair.

“So…you’re okay?”

[mizuru007]

"Well I am a little i-" Cotton paused to scratch behind her fluffy ear. "Oh wait, no. No, now I'm totally okay." Flashing a big smile, she proceeded to plop down into the coyote's lap, with no consideration for him or his personal space. Taking a deep breath, she began retelling the events prior to Milo's arrival.

"I was in here and trying to get a bow on Dale an- WAIT." There was a spark in the panda's pink eyes that soon lit up her entire face. That was it! That was the doll's name! Dale!! Squirming in excitement, she proceeded to tell the rest of her story, getting nice and comfortable. "SO I was putting a bow on ~~~**Dale**~~~ when we got the message to stay put inside and I wanted to go outside to get snacks and flour because I'm all out of both and there are some new band-aid designs coming out that I really want to try and get, but then Cubot came in and he was all like 'YAR MATEY YOUR NAME IS LASSIE AND YOU SHOULD DO THINGS' and then I told him my name isn't Lassie-"

Cotton inhaled.

"-and then we started talking and I learned that he's ORBOT'S BROTHER and then he said that he would help me clean because he's the best robot in the whoooole wide world and then you burst in and you were like 'ARE YOU OKAY' and you scared me, but then I noticed it was you, so I gave you a hug and yeaaaaah~"

By the end of her lengthy explanation, she had one leg up over the armrest of the chair, staring upwards at the ceiling.

[Val]

A bright red blush spread over Milo’s lavender face as the panda girl lay in his lap. If it hadn’t been for Cotton’s unrivalled innocence, he’d swear she was coming onto him.

“W-Well I’m glad you’re okay bu-..wait…who’s Dale? And why were you trying to put a bow on him?” Really it was pointless asking such questions, some things, Milo was learning, are better left unknown.

“Anyway, if you need any supplies I can take you to where you need to go, so long as we’re quick and stay out of trouble.” As soon as the words left his mouth Milo knew that something would happen. It always did because he was such a jinx by saying things like that. Still, if they kept quiet and low they should be alright. His belt was fully charged and he had just enough confidence in his skills to protect Cotton on an escort mission. Cubot could mind the place while they were go-…he’d have to ask an Egg Pawn to watch the area or something.

[mizuru007]

She gasped.
Cotton gasped like she'd never gasped before.
Like someone had told her something so shocking, it would change her life forever.

Immediately, the panda bolted out of Milo's lap, scrambling for the Tails Doll on the other side of the room. More than once, she tripped, narrowly missing having her face meet the cold tile floor. Eventually, she reached Dale and snuggled him close to her chest, then casually sashayed back to Milo and sat right back down where she'd been. Propping the eerie doll up with her knees, Cotton began to lovingly pat the doll's head. "This is Dale~ It's that doll I saved from the...t-target...prac...tice..." Her gaze became a blank stare for a few moments before snapping back to reality and straightening the bow that was tied limply to the doll's protruding antennae.

A tiny frown formed on Cotton's mouth the second Milo suggested leaving the base.
"Nuh uh! Eggy said that we can't leave, so we can't leave! You can't just not listen to Eggy! Don't not listen to...don't no-...don't not liste....wait..."
Double-negatives.
Cotton's worst enemy.

[Val]

A jolt of shock hit Milo as he saw Cotton trip. She was far too excitable for her own good. And then he came face to face with that…strangely disturbing yet normal looking doll. If keeping this thing made her feel better about their little traumatic experience then it was no bad thing, just...creepy.

Milo found himself having to wrap one arm around Cotton’s back to keep her from falling off his lap. It didn’t help him feeling awkward, or his blushing. He couldn’t keep from staring off into space for a moment before being brought back to reality by the panda girls confusion at her own words about not listening to Eggman.

Well…can’t fault her for not obeying commands. Cotton’s refusal to move from the infirmary should’ve relieved Milo but, as with most things, it just made him worry more. What if the alien forces came here and found her? His duty commanded he go out there and fight to protect the city but he felt leaving Cotton would be abandoning her. And he couldn’t take her with him. She panicked easily and couldn’t handle a fire fight, not to mention she wouldn’t be much use as a medic when most of the other soldiers out there would need a mechanic. He was honestly torn.

“Okay…” he said finally after a few very long moments of contemplation, “I’ll stay here and make sure none of the aliens come in here but if it starts getting violent out there I’ll have to go and help.” It was obvious by the coyote’s expression that he didn’t want to leave, even if he had to.

[mizuru007]

"Yay~!" Nearly radiating delight, Cotton smushed her face against Milo's cheek and rubbed it back and forth, giggling. She didn't want to think about him going out there and risking getting hurt...or worse. What if the aliens took him away somewhere and performed experiments on him? What if they made him do jumping jacks...upside-down?

The more she thought, the tighter she clung to the coyote until she could FEEL his heartbeat with her own. Eventually, however, she noticed her side going slightly numb and ended up letting go, fearfully contemplative expression being replaced with her typical grin. A touch shaky, Cotton stepped down, still holding onto Dale. As much as she wanted to continue smushing faces with her friend, it wouldn't be fair to leave Cubot with all of the cleaning work. So, forcefully ripping the hem from the bottom of her skirt, she tied the doll to her chest like a baby and began tidying up the nearby counters.

"Weeeeell, if you're going to be in here anyway, wanna help clean up too~? ...come to think of it, you helped me clean when we first met, huh...?" Slooooowly, her head tilted in thought.

[mistressdizzy]

Well, it was official.

Hostile takeovers were boring.

Dizzy was leaning back in her chair, tilting it up and down. She had her feet on the desk, and was reading a novel. Suddenly, she tilted just a bit too much, and...

-CRASH-

Mouse, chair and book all hit the ground, Diz smacking her head against the desk on the way down. She groaned in pain and picked herself up. A small dribble of blood started to leak from her forehead down her face. "Crap. I'd better get this cleaned up..." With a resigned sigh, she headed for the medical ward.