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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 Five: Avenging Angels
"Today we ride!

Today all wrath abides!

We ride to win

We won't give in

We'll define the meaning of victory!"

--Aina - Oriana's Wrath
"I'm sure you've been wondering why we've dragged you out of bed so early," said Riptos as he stood on the speaker's platform in the 53rd Avengers' briefing room. Twenty-nine other hedgehogs watched him anxiously. "Here it goes: We are on the brink of an interstellar war with the Earth Republic. The Earthers have accused us of destroying one of their starbases with several squadrons of fighters."
The room instantly erupted in commotion. Riptos raised his hand to quiet the members of his squadron. "They have video evidence, although we are still analyzing it to see if it is genuine. The Mobian Federation has declared a state of maximum alert. Forces are being mobilized throughout the Mobian Republic in preparation for an all-out offensive by the Earthers. We could be at war tomorrow--or never. Starting now, we will have patrols around Orbital Station Twelve 24/7. Our squadron will be responsible for the 0600-1400 shift. That's eight hours instead of the usual four for those of you who can't count. Your ships have been fitted with extra fuel and supplies for our longer sorties. We will be on call from 0500 to 2000 hours. During those fifteen hours, we will be ready to get to our ships and fly on a moment's notice. We can't afford to slack off most of the time like we normally do. Doing so could have worse consequences than just being mocked by the Marines." Several people in the room laughed before being silenced by glares from Riptos.
"It's a terrible truth that, if we do go to war, we will probably lose. The Earthers have more ships, more men, and more resources. But we aren't going to lie down and surrender, either. We're the 53rd fucking Avengers, cream of the Navy fighter corps crop, and we're going to make them pay for every inch of space. I expect each and every one of you to fight hard. We're not going to start this fight, but damned if we don't see it through to the finish!" Riptos was met with a rousing cheer from his subordinates.
"Now, everyone to your planes. Our patrol starts now. Come on, you sons of bitches, you wanna live forever?" The squadron members instantly stood up and followed Riptos out of the room.
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"First war in a generation, huh?" said Rex over the comm as he followed Riptos' fighter, training his guns in various directions from which an enemy fighter could take a shot at his squadron leader. There were no enemy fighters out, but he had to be in that combat state of mind.
"If it comes, I hope it's the last," said Skitz.
"I think it will be, but not because we win it. How many ships did intel say they had? I think it was something like twelve thousand," said Pinky.
"I fail to see what good could possibly come from that line of thought right now," said Riptos. "We have a job to do out here, and we'll do it, even if they have a million ships."
"You excited, Commander?" said Deathwish.
"Yes, but also uneasy. I think there's some serious funny business going on. Neither we nor the Earthers normally do things like send fighters out to destroy a freighter or space station for no apparent reason."
"Yeah, that is pretty fucked up. Were any bodies found in the fighters we shot up?"
"Negative. Not a trace of organic matter was found. It's almost like the ships never even had pilots."
"That's just creepy beyond words."
"I know. And I bet it's just going to get stranger."
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Admiral Felicia Townswell stood in the observation dome of the TSS Arizona, watching out the window with her arms behind her back. The ships of her fleet dotted the huge vista of space, massive gray slabs of metal studded with turrets and engines. Over a hundred warships were under her command, a strike force capable of devastating whole worlds. It was an awesome sight, the knuckles of mankind's armored fist.
After the Mobians' attack on outpost P-42, war seemed inevitable. The Mobians had recently started pounding their own war drums and accused Earth of attacking one of their civilian freighters. The tension between the two empires could only be resolved through violence.
The Mobian Federation was a young, bold, expansionist empire, established a mere two hundred years ago. The Mobians had originally been created by humans using human and animal genetic material as a sort of "racial parenting" experiment. Unfortunately, the experiment didn't work the way it was supposed to and the Mobians soon organized and demanded independence, breaking away from the Earth Republic. The two empires had had stable, though decidedly arm's-length relations ever since. Now recent events would bring bloodshed to the parent and child races once again. And like all parents, the Earth Republic had the advantage. They had five times as many ships and ten times the population of the Mobian Federation. Even if their ships were the same quality as those of the Mobians (and they were actually considerably superior), they would be able to crush the Mobian navy in weeks. As it stood, the war promised to be a cakewalk.
But in a way, it would be harder than the last few wars the Earth Republic had fought. Earth's previous enemies had been aliens with bizarre languages, incomprehensible thought patterns, and grotesque, inhuman appearances. Mobians spoke English, were mentally almost identical to humans, and looked humanoid, although they also bore a distinct resemblance to whatever animal each of the thirty Mobian species had genes spliced from. They lived their lives much like humans did. A few Mobians even served on the Arizona, and it was amazing indeed that they hadn't resigned when the Earth-Mobius feud started. Mobians were ballsy little creatures, that was for sure. They were also suprisingly strong for creatures only a meter tall, and were the physical equal of humans except for their short reach. An angry, snarling Mobian was a difficult opponent, especialy on their own ships--boarding actions against Mobian ships would likely be suicide due to the fact that human boarders literally wouldn't fit in the ships' interiors.
Her eyes flicked over to the doorway of the dome as Captain Ndele came in. "Admiral, ma'am, we have just received authorization from the President to begin hostile action against the Mobian Republic. As of right now, we are at war."
"Then we have no time to waste," she said, heading for the door. They both walked out of the dome, heading towards the bridge. The Terran-Mobian war had begun.
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Adrian couldn't believe his eyes as he hurled the newspaper to the ground. All of his worst nightmares seemed to be coming true. Not only had the Mobians gone to war with Earth, but they had also lost an entire star system, two hundred ships, and 600,000 military personnel in a matter of hours. It was the worst defeat in the short history of the Mobian Federation. The Earthers had broken through the Mobian fleet like a sledgehammer through drywall.
Was there any possibility of the Mobians not losing? Probably not. In all likelihood this catastrophe would repeat itself again and again until the Earth ships encircled Mobius itself. Being stuck on a military station during a war was not a pleasant situation to say the least. He had to get to the planet surface as soon as possible. Perhaps he could apply for refugee status and move back in with his parents when the Mobian Federation inevitably collapsed. If the worst happened, he could end up in a relief shelter as a ward of the human occupation forces. But at least on the planet he wouldn't die.
He had earlier tried to call his parents again, but the phone links had already been cut off. He suddenly felt isolated and alone in a way he had never felt before. On Orbital Station Twelve, he had no family, no friends, and no power over his own destiny. He was a captive on a station that was surely marked for destruction. There was only one choice: he had to get the hell off this station.
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