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Chaos Rising	By : TerminusEst Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2: Coming of Chaos
Gravity was a bitch. Adrian had been weightless or in partial gravity for four months, and the 11 meters per second squared of force of artificial gravity pulling down on him made breathing, let alone moving, laborious. He had sat up with the help of a brace while being questioned by that naval officer, but now he lay in bed, feeling helpless and pathetic. The buzzer on the bedside table only reinforced this. The readjustment to gravity was always terrible, but it was part of being a spacer.
He had two pieces of gauze in his mouth where the station's dentist extracted two of his teeth that had decayed beyond help during the long voyage. The dentist had gone on about how this line of work was bad for his teeth because there was hardly any water for hygiene on a freighter, and that if he kept at it he would lose all his teeth a few at a time. He didn't really care. If he lost his teeth, he could get implants that would probably function better than the originals. A raw, hammering pain filled his upper jaw, the nerves in the tooth beds flooding his nervous system with pain signals after the teeth were wrenched out.
He picked up the phone next to his bed. Perhaps he could convince Nadia that there was still a future between them. It was definitely a long shot. He couldn't get rid of his love for her, but he knew that their ideas of a good life were completely different.
He dialed the number and waited for her to respond. After a few seconds, he heard her voice on the other end. "Hello?" she said.
"Hi, Nadia. This is Adrian. I'm on Orbital Station 12. My ship had a problem and we docked here instead of on Mobius."
"Oh, then yours must be the ship that was mysteriously attacked by Earth fighters."
"How did you know that?"
"How could I not? It's all over the news. And judging from the tone of your voice, I would presume that you got my letter. This is exactly why I decided to break up with you. Your life is nothing but trouble, running around the galaxy sending packages to Planet Bumfuck. And when those big shipping corporations put their big noses in the wrong business, things like this happen. You should be glad you're still alive."
"This is the only time in history that the Earth Republic has ever attacked civilian shipping from Mobius."
"Yeah? When's the second time going to be? The third? The fourth? Why don't you settle down and get a real job?"
"This is a 'real job'. Interstellar trade is an important element of our economy, and this line of work pays a lot of money, money that can be spent for our children's future."
"Which means jack when your future is suddenly cut off. 'Mommy, what happened to Daddy?' 'Nothing, he just got himself blown up!'"
"This is not a high-risk business. The incident earlier was likely a misunderstanding that will be resolved diplomatically."
"Bullshit! You're stuck in a hunk of metal flying through a vacuum. If that hunk of metal gets a hole in it, you're deader than dead. Not a high-risk business my tail. And as for those children you mentioned, don't forget that for a third of the time, you won't be around to help raise them. Do you really think that's healthy?"
"Career military officers seem to raise families just fine."
Nadia laughed. "Yeah, and pigs have wings. Now there's an even better way for Daddy to get blown up. Those fighter jocks who escorted you back to the station? What's going to happen to them in twenty years?"
"We haven't had a war in almost a century."
"Wars are a matter of when, not if. Look, why don't you just settle down and find an eight-hour job for a decent company on Mobius where you won't have to lie in bed hardly able to breathe. I bet you're probably feeling pretty bad right now, just like every time you come back to an environment with gravity."
"It will pass in a few days."
"A few days in which you become an invalid. If I wanted to live with an invalid, I'd work at a nursing home."
"That's a really mean-spirited sentiment."
"Is it? Is it any meaner than putting me through this? We're through, Adrian. You can plead all you want, but I'm not going to come back for you. Good-bye." Adrian heard the click as she hung up.
He dropped the receiver to the floor. It was now obvious she wanted nothing more to do with him. He had to move on. Damn her again.
He pulled the covers up over his bare chest, feeling even more lonely and helpless than before. If only the buzzer would summon a shrink instead of a medical technician.
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Rex looked over at the doorway as Riptos came into the command bunkroom. The room was reserved for a squadron leader and his wingman, doubling as an office and command center for the squadron as well as living quarters. The other members of the squadron slept in one large room down the hallway from the command room.
"Hey, Rip, found any information on the incident with the Earth fighters?"
"Not really. We questioned a few guys we brought off the ship but they denied knowledge of why they were attacked."
"This is seriously fucked up. A civilian freighter, whose crews don't seem like they were up to anything, suddenly pops up in the 61 Virginis system chased by a bunch of Earth fighters. How did those fighters get so far into Mobian space? The nearest Earth system would take 20 days to reach from here. It doesn't make sense."
"I agree that this is a strange sequence of events, but a freighter did indeed pop up near Mobius being chased by Earth fighters. So unless you're willing to deny an event with multiple eyewitnesses that include yourself, we have to work from the information that we have."
"You know, I was once thinking of retiring from the navy and taking a job on a freighter because of the pay, but now that I've seen the condition of those guys who came out, I wouldn't even consider it anymore."
Riptos laughed and patted Rex on the back. "Well now you know why they make so much money--no one would do it for less."
"Some people will do anything for money."
Riptos yawned. "Damn, this has been a long day," he said.
"A crazy one too." The two of them laughed together.
Riptos stretched, removed his shoes and pulled off his shirt. Rex stood up as the older hedgehog began to climb up the ladder to his bunk. "Going to sleep already?" said Rex. "It's barely past 2000 hours."
"Yeah. Going to make some use of all the extra free time we fighter pilots get."
"Suit yourself, but I'm leaving the light on."
"Then I'll just pull the blanket over my head."
"You can be a lazy bastard sometimes, you know that?"
"So sue me." Riptos snickered and pulled the covers over himself, waiting for the embrace of sleep to take him.
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"What's the point of this so-called observation post when there ain't no goddamn thing to observe?" said Petty Officer Christian Boyd as he lit up a cigarette. Today was just another day on Earth Republic observation post P-42, another long, slow, boring, soul-crushing day. Getting assigned to a backwater like this was practically the kiss of death for an Earth navy man's career. P-42 sat at the border of Earth and Mobian space, a border that had lain undisturbed for decades.
"Who knows, who cares?" said Ensign Jaime Gutierrez. "Just think about it this way: There's no way in hell you gonna die out here unless something seriously fucked up happens. Border observation posts--the safest places in the fuckin' universe."
"The most boring ones, too. I've seen infomercials that are more exciting than this place."
"That's 'cuz you're boring. Play video games. Read the newspaper. Get laid. You never do anything."
"I tried the getting laid part but I couldn't find anyone to get laid by."
"Maybe if you bribe Commander Kwan, you can shoot asteroids with one of the gun turrets."
"Perhaps after loading her into the barrel first."
"Now that's a good idea if I ever heard one." Gutierrez made a "psssshhht" sound to indicate a gun firing.
Petty Officer Boyd suddenly noticed flashing blue blips on the radar desplay? "The hell? I've got a shitload of new blips on the radar."
"Say what? Let me see."
The radar was peppered with dozens of blue dots indicating hyperspace jump signatures.
"That's a lot of ships," said Boyd.
"A whole lot of ships."
"They're dropping into realspace now. Sensors have a positive match for Mobian starfighters, eighty of them. They're headed straight for us."
"What in the fuck?"
A klaxon sounded as the station went to full alert. "Alert, alert," came a deadpan computer voice. "Armed ships approaching station on attack vector. All hands to battle stations immediately."
"There's your fucking excitement," said Gutierrez.
The two spacers broke into a run just as explosions rocked the whole length of the station.
"Holy shit!" said Boyd. "They're firing at us!"
The station's own guns fired back, but it was too little, too late. Eighty Mobian fighters dashed around the station, pouring fire into its hull. The station had been taken completely by surprise and was now helpless against the onslaught. A salvo of nuclear missiles punched through the hull and gutted the station from end to end. Boyd and Gutierrez barely had time to scream before they were incinerated.
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