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White-hot pain, it burned all over, inside and out. The pain happened so fast that it took a few moments longer for him to realize what was going on. The mass of energy was shifting around him, it drowned and engulfed him completely as it changed his body to suit the needs if the true core of his being.
The desire to move, to run, to do something started to build up inside of him, but he was trapped in the flocculating power. He was becoming shorter, part of his body’s mass dissolving away. Yet at the same time he was becoming stronger then before. He was leaner, muscles reforming so the most powerful were in his legs, making him faster. More importantly his heart was changing, both physically to be able to weather what was to come, but metaphorically as well with it suddenly unchaining so fast that he gasped.
He needed to get away and run. Though some part of his mind refused to do so, he had a duty, dreams… duty… a duty? What in the world? Why would he have a duty to anything or anyone?
Parts evaporated and others grew, at first the layer of rich blue fur was thin. Clumps of his hair lengthened and fused together as it became hard, yet still smallish quills that were the same light blue shade. His still-forming quills stood up on end as a growing tail went ridged as it extended.
Things that he had worried about everyday were becoming less important as other thoughts surged to the forefront of his mind. Still other thoughts and memories faded away into nothing, forever lost as that other part of him died.
Dilated green eyes opened and stared ahead in the ever-lasting whiteness that surrounded him.
Those same green eyes became clearer, sharper then before. They were no longer tainted with regrets or fears and the rest of his form changed once more, but it was different this time. For the energy and chaos no longer hurt. It curled around him, absorbing into his lean form, turning his light blue fur a radiant golden color. Now long quills, that were also the same golden color, spread out behind him, bending upwards without breaking.
He closed his eyes feeling the energy become apart of him, no longer randomly flicking out in all directions. Rather, he controlled it, pulling it into himself. He slowly drifted back down to the ground as the last trails of the Chaos Blast were absorbed into the anthro’s body.
Men and woman, guards, researchers and soldiers, all those that had rushed over now exchanged looks between one another. Their stunned gazes always drifting back to the new anthro as he stood still with his eyes closed.
The anthro’s ears twitched up as he heard voices then flicked this way and that to pick up the murmurs of the other people, but other then that he didn’t move.
“…Hines?” A hesitant voice of one of the soldiers called.
Blood red eyes snapped open and anthro looked over at the man, who froze in place. There were no color-pigmentations in the Anthro’s eyes, so the circulating blood in showed through. Despite the shade of his gaze there wasn’t animalist drives, or even threatening to this being. His eyes showed intelligence and some mild curiosity as he tilted his head before softening as fleeting, and fading, memories of flirting with the woman that had spoken up next.
“I’m sorry.” The anthro looked down, voice echoing with power. When he looked up again his eyes had gone a pure, solid white as his form started to glow almost from within. “Chaos…”
“Don’t let him get away!”
The area flooded with light and energy again, but this time everything seemed to stop. Or at the very least, slowed down to a crawling pace for everyone, except for three people. It didn’t last long, just enough for what was still left of his former self to whisper goodbye.
New claws flexed, skin pricked while fur and quills flared out into a silver-white color before he disappeared and the world came back to its normal pace. But somewhere very far away, states and almost the entire length of the county, the night was broken with the bright flash of a Chaos Control based teleport.
A dark blue anthro hedgehog fell from the center of it and thudded onto hard black top of the road with a startled yelp. “Huk…ow.” The hedgehog muttered into the pavement.
After a few minutes of getting better acquainted with the roadway, the anthro carefully started to pry himself loose and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He flattened his ears as he checked over his person patting hands over ears, muzzle, neck, sides, a key point that was lower... and then behind to a twitching tail. Making sure everything was where it should be and nothing was broken.
The bases’ of his dark blue quills were sore, like they had been repeatedly yanked too hard, but not hard enough to be pulled out. The same quills were wild and swept back into clumps, and like his fur were no longer a light blue shade except for the steaks that ran through them. Looking down he found that his belly and lower chest were a rich brown color, though unaware at the moment that his muzzle and inner ears were the same shade.
A semi-short tail twitched and the hedgehog blinked around, trying to figure out where he was as he stood. Ears rotated around, trying to catch any sound and only picking up a questioning cricket that was trying to see if it was safe again.
The hedgehog looked down, touching the few remaining shreds of fabric on his person. He peeled those off, but paused to just stare at his feet. Twitching his toes under the stained cloth.
“Why... do I have socks but no shoes?” He wondered balancing with no noticed effort on first one foot to take off the offending sock. He sniffed it, and promptly gagged. “Dear Chaos!” He tossed it away, snorting and trying to clear his nose sensitive nose of the scents of sweet, blood and Guardians only knew what else. Hopping to his other foot the hedgehog anthro made fast work of ridding himself of the other sock and tossing it even farther away.
Two bright lights and the blaring of a horn from behind made the anthro jump and spin around. Emerald orbs took in the massive, and rather scary looking truck was all it took to send the hedgehog bolting the other way.
A sonic boom rolled back down the road to the confused truck driver.
Once he started running, he... didn’t want to stop. He fisted his hands and let the wind pull his arms back as he ran. Eyes half lidded in contentment as the wind twined around him. Is this what, who he was, a sonic boom?
“Sonic…” The hedgehog gave a toothy grin. He liked that; he liked it a lot. So…yes, he was Sonic.
Sonic the Hedgehog.
Could it just be as simple as that? ...Yes, yes it could and it was.
The Anthro picked up his feet, taking longer strides and trying to keep his soft feet from hitting the ground too hard. He needed shoes…but didn’t want to stop running just yet.
Sonic didn’t want to stop, but when he ran smack into a sign that had ‘25 MPH’ he kind of had to stop. Actually it was more like yipping, flailing midair and rolling until he hit a tree. Sprawled at the base of the truck, Sonic stared cross-eyed at the world while leaves drifted down from his not so kind crash mat in an attempt by the tree to bury him in revenge.
“Blood hell that hurt...” Sonic complained as his legs dropped over him, and he rolled over to change into a slightly better position of being sprawled on his front in the earth. The smell of grass cut the day before and leaves in every state was a much better lullaby than anything else could have been.
Or he just hit his head too hard, but Sonic didn’t noticed or mind when old but still strong arms lifted him up, and the elderly owner of the property half carried half dragged the anthro into a cabin.
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Current Residence: My head, or so I like to think
Favourite genre of music: game-ish
Favourite photographer: Still my mom
Favourite style of art: I like most all really
Shell of choice: Predacon/dragon hybrid
Wallpaper of choice: whatever I want!
Skin of choice: SCALES
Favourite cartoon character: Ackar, Jazz, Sonic, Malam
Personal Quote: I have a sideswipe toy and I know how to use him!
"Sahara, please be careful..." Captain asked, almost reaching out to grab his new charge, but hesitated as he watched her expertly climb up on the picker-mech. Well, it was perfectly reasonable now that he thought about it, as Sahara had lived her life around the mantis like Pickers.
"Don't worry Captain!" The girl called down, balancing on the bucket's edge with arms out, it was as wide as her foot, and then rolled over the edge and inside. Her voice drifted back up, "Frankie said he has something jammed in the trays... looks like a stick. Oh you poor thing, hang on... there!"
The Picker closed his eye like optics, the shutters closing with a happy trill before chirping it's thanks to the human. The mecha turned its head around to peer back into his bucket, and after a moment Sahara popped back into sight, a peach in her teeth as she hopped out. Captain reflexively stepped forward, about to let his booster come to life, but he sighed in relief as the Picket caught the girl with three of its grasping arms and lowered Sahara safely down into the Gundam's waiting hands.
Captain wrapped the girl in his own arms, feeling the pulsing of his core pick up and thrum in his supports as his charge was set down and double checked to be absolutely sure she was fine. The imprinting was still so new that he couldn't help the actions. "Are you done now?" The taller mech asked with a softly amused tone.
"Yes, see you later Frankie!" Sahara turned and called up to the Picker, who warbled and waved several of its arms at the two as they left deeper into the Orchard.
"Where was it your friends said they saw this strange mech?" The Gundam asked, unbothered that the girl kept holding his hand off and on.
"Its on the north eastern quarter edge of the Orchard," Sahara said promptly, pointing ahead around her peach, "But they said they saw him by one of the golden apple clusters, where the nursery takes the kids to play hide and seek." The girl lowered her hand, taking another bite out of her peach. "Captain?"
"Yes Sahara?" The mech asked, glancing down, though his scanners remained out, Captain paused at seeing his charge frowning.
"Do you think its one of those, ah, Zaku mechs?" Sahara worried aloud, looking around at the seemingly age-old trees of her family's orchard, they were passing a walnut grove at the moment.
"It doesn't sound like it," Captain said honestly, making the human look up at him, he saw no reason to lie to her. "More than just Zakus have made it to Utopia, though admittedly, it's Musha Gundams that make it here more than any of the others. From the sounds of the descriptions, I think it might be a Lacoran mech."
"Lacoran... That's the Lacora world," Sahara partly asked, considering her modern history courses, "No one has come to Utopia from Lacora for a few decades have they?"
"About ninety eight years since the last person came through the planetary teleportation system." Captain clarified, tilting his head slightly as he connected with the planetary network to reference the data. "It was a human, though she didn't stay long, I think she made it to Mirisha thanks to the Beta Gundams."
"That's the other Musha Gundam world?" Sahara half asked and got a nod of assurance, finishing her peach and tossing the pit out into the forest, hopping up onto a small stone platform, and then on a long, sun warmed metal bar half inset into the edge. It was one of the foundations of a smaller barn for the pickers later in the harvest seasons. Though for right now it was only the foundation as the spring harvest was done. Sahara repressed a shiver of memory as she made herself extend her arms out to help with balance, bare feet on the concrete, and the girl was trying not to think of finding the swaths of petrified plantlife. "Have you met many Musha Gundams? Or Lacoran Gundams?"
"I've met a few," Captain nodded, watching the girl with a mix of affection and fascination brought on from the Imprinting process. Spending all his free and semi-duty time with Sahara, he was learning about the twelve year old, more than just being imprinted. He reached up and caught one of her hands as she wavered and started to flail, letting Sahara balance, "It was a long time ago though. And longer before the time I had to stay in stasis until Medic One had the right tools to heal me. But most Musha are good mechs, I remember hearing about Lacora's Knight Gundams from some of them."
"Have you met the Knights?" Sahara tilted her head, leaning on the supporting arm for a moment, her fingers half laced in between the thicker grey digits.
"Not personally," Captain shook his head, "Though one Lacoran mech had said he wanted to be one, I hope he did." The mostly white mech paused, not letting Sahara jump down from the foundation but grasped the girl around her sides and hips to lift the girl down to save her feet, he knew even with the accelerated healing they would still be tender.
"Thank you." The girl said with a happy sigh, smiling up at the taller Gundam.
The expression of hopeful trust Captain recognized in her features, had the mech humming softly back. It also made him determined to not let anything near his charge that would threaten her, or her innocents. He had lost so much before the emergency stasis, he realized things had seemed... dulled with only a few friends left. Now he had the start of a new family-
A crack and a yell just before someone tall, and made of living metal came crashing out of a tree ahead and to the left of them.
Reflexes kicked in as Captain summed an energy pistol out of subspace, lifting Sahara up and then pushing her behind him with his right hand. He was reacting as much to being startled as the girl's short scream, "Stay behind me Shute."
The blue and white mech pulled himself upright, wincing as he lifted a hand up. Pushing up the guard up and off from covering the upper half of his face. He winced, having a facemask in place but the strange style of his armor was a beacon to Captain. "Mana…that hurt..."
Teal eyes opened and looked up into darker sapphire, surprised to say the least. The Knight had not expected his mana to just... give out. Though in reality without proper rest for some time it would not be that surprising once Zero had some time to look back. He saw the utopian mech tense, not quiet a coil to attack but shifting to squarly keep himself between the blue mech and...and...
Zero blinked, the hand that had reflexively when to the large dagger at his side a moment before paused. His fingers going slack for a moment over hilt as he stared intently at the girl huddled behind the local mecha.
Captian paused, just as confused as the other two at this…strange situation. He, logically knew this was likely the Lacoran mech they were going to look for. Captian's systems informed him that it was likely the other mecha had been above the tree tops, it was the only way he could land that hard and leave that impression in to the ground. But why was his attention-
The Utopian mech turned partly, looking down at Sahara, his own blue optics widening.
Could Lacoran mechs even imprint?