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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 Four: A Match in the Powder Keg
"Your doom is nigh

Though you see it not!

Our forces ride

And your hope will rot!
Lying under all (you believe)

Is a darkness to you all (but unseen)

Skies will be torn and rain

On the siege of Aina!

Terror comes!"

--Aina - The Siege of Aina
"All right, wake up, wake up!"
Lieutenant Daniel "Deathwish" Wishmaster was wrenched from sleep by the sound of Rex's voice booming within the junior officers' bunkroom. Rex's uniform was immaculately pressed and perfectly straight, as usual, but his posture and the look in his eyes betrayed the fact that the lieutenant commander had not slept well.
"The government just declared a state of high alert, so we're going to be working longer shifts, starting today. Right now it's 0600. I want you washed up, dressed, and ready to go by 0700. Move it, soldiers!"
Deathwish climbed down from his bunk and walked towards the locker room, following the other nine junior members of the 53rd Crusaders.
"You should've seen the news last night, D," said Lieutenant Jeffrey "Pinky" Nilman, who was walking alongside him. He was a tall, massively built gray hedgehog with exceptionally ruddy skin, and was so large he could barely fit into the cockpit of his fighter.
"Have you been sneaking portable TVs so you can watch the news after lights-out time?"
"Maybe." Pinky winked at him. "Anyway, The Earth Republic has accused us of sending several squadrons of fighters to destroy one of their border outposts."
Deathwish's muzzle turned pale. "What? Are you serious?"
"Yes. They're talking about possibly going to war with us."
Deathwish gulped. There would be no way the Mobian Federation could survive a war with the Earth Republic. The Earthers had superior numbers, resources, and technology. If things came to war, at best he would lose his career when the Earthers disbanded the Mobian military, and, of course, there was the possibility of death in combat. Now he knew why Rex looked like he hadn't had enough sleep.
He bristled as he felt Pinky run a hand down his back. "Don't do that!" he said. How many times have I told you that I'm not gay?"
"I'm just messing with you!"
"Mess with someone else." Deathwish sat down on the stool next to his locker and began to undress. "And don't gawk at me in the shower either."
Pinky flashed him a sly grin and began to remove his own clothes. Deathwish ignored him as he stashed his dirty clothes in the bottom drawer of his locker and entered the shower. He stood under one of the shower heads and turned it on, letting the hot water run over him.
"High alert, huh?" said Lieutenant Junior Grade Skitz Anderson. "Did Rex lose his Japanese cartoon collection?"
"Pinky apparently snuck a portable TV out of the common area so he could watch the news when he was supposed to be asleep. He says the Earthers think we blew up one of their space stations?"
"Whoa! Say what?"
"Yeah, and they're considering war."
"Oh, man. I hope this is just another one of his little jokes."
Deathwish sighed. "I hope so too." He flicked his eyes over to make sure Pinky wasn't gawking at anyone and returned to washing himself. He hoped what Pinky had said wouldn't true, but his gut feeling told him that it was.
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Adrian gripped the handles of his walker so tightly that his knuckles were white. His legs, weakened by months of low gravity, could not support him without the aid of the steel walker. He carefully put one foot forward as a nurse put her arm around him in case he fell. His entire body shuddered as his bare foot touched the cold tiles. He couldn't fathom why they made the rooms so cold in a place where the inhabitants wore tiny little hospital gowns, if anything at all.
"I don't think I can do this," said Adrian.
"Just keep going. You're doing fine," said the nurse as she tightened her grip around Adrian's midsection. Adrian took another step, his legs aching as the atrophied muscles strained against gravity, and then another. After several agonizing minutes, he had managed to walk across his room and back. "I think that will be enough for right now," said the nurse as she scooped Adrian up and put him back on his bed.
"I think just about every part of my body is aching right now," said Adrian.
"Would you like me to give you a massage?"
"Yes please." He grimaced as a spasm in a back shot waves of pain through his body. "I feel like I'm going to die."
"Oh, you'll be fine. You're actually getting better faster than most people. You'll probably be able to go home in a few days."
"Could you turn up the thermostat? I feel really cold."
"Sure," the nurse said, turning the dial on the thermostat. "Is 80 degrees enough?"
"That's fine."
"I'll wait a few minutes so you can get warm before I begin." She handed Adrian a towel. "You can put that on to cover your modesty if you want."
"I'm too tired to care," Adrian said, staring up at the ceiling. He found the idea of trying to get privacy in a hospital futile. The doctors and nurses would always invade it on some pretext or another. He'd been in plenty of hospitals in his lifetime, and knew this one wasn't any different. "I'm sure you have plenty of experience around people with no clothes. It's not like you're the girl next door or anything."
The nurse laughed and scratched him behind the ears. "Are you feeling a little more comfortable now?"
"Yeah, I'm not cold anymore. You can start now."
The nurse removed Adrian's hospital gown and put some oil on her hands. The oil contained a topical painkiller that would help relieve Adrian's muscle aches. She started at his ankles, feet, and lower legs, kneading the sore muscles and rubbing the medicated oil into his skin. Adrian relaxed and closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his lower legs melt away. He purred softly as she moved up to his knees. "Uh, hey, nurse?" he said.
"Yes?"
"Have you heard about the attack on that Earth space station?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"I really hope there's not a war. The thought has been clawing at my mind ever since I heard about it."
"Don't worry so much. You should concern yourself with getting better instead of worrying about something that's going on light years away. It's not good for you to stress yourself out like this."
"Maybe," said Adrian. "But I just can't help it sometimes. People say that I'm a natural worrywart. I have a hard time taking my mind off something that distresses me."
"You're a civilian. Even if there was a war, they wouldn't do anything to you. Just rest and think about something else. Everything's going to be fine." She had by now moved to his chest and belly, and was tracing circles with her hands the patch of bare skin there. Adrian relaxed anymore, trying to dispel the thoughts swirling around his head. He could worry later.
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"Shit, shit, shit! Go faster, damn you, faster!" raged Natasha Engleton at the controls of her shuttle as it struggled to keep away from her pursuers. She had been hunted for days by the terrorist group Black fist. She had proof of their complicity on the recent attacks on Mobian and Earth targets and their political intrigues within both of those star empires. It was a classic play-both-sides-against-the-middle ploy, designed to spark violence between Earth and Mobius. She would expose it. She had to, for the sake of all humans and Mobians.
The shuttle had been placed under such intense demands that its engines had suffered damage when she had tried to squeeze too much acceleration from them. Now the ship was little more than half as fast as it used to be, but she had not seen Black Fist ships in days, so she might have finally lost them. But she wasn't the one to let her guard down.
She had heard the outraged reactions and militaristic talk on both sides, horrified at the idea of a war between mankind and its creations. Humanity had created the Mobians to be friends and companions, not mortal enemies. She couldn't let a war happen. She had decided to go to Mobius as the Black Fist had much less of a presence there. On the other hand, the Mobians would have a harder time stopping the war. But going to Earth was far too risky--the Black Fist were firmly entrenched on Earth, and if she was caught she would surely die.
She had a detailed map of some recently-discovered jump points that could get her to Mobius without following major space traffic routes. The farther she stayed away from them, the better. She had purchased it from an employee of a space-surverying company. It was a much longer route--seven jumps to Mobius from the edge of the Earth Republic instead of the two required to reach Mobius via the main routes--but she had to take it.
Her copilot, Arthur Brady, was asleep in the passenger compartment of the shuttle. They took turns flying the shuttle, each taking a twelve-hour shift. Or, at least, that's what she thought. She didn't see the glimmer of metal behind her or hear the faint hum of a particle pistol charging up. She was completely absorbed in flying the shuttle--a fatal mistake.
"Goodbye, Tash, said Arthur as he walked into the cockpit and calmly shot her in the back of her head. He was a Black Fist member who had tricked her into renting his ship. Now she was dead, and the hopes of the hideous Mobian beast-race died with her. He threw her smoking corpse out of the seat and entered the self-destruct code. There was not enough fuel to turn around and return to Regulus. But no matter. His mission was finished.
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