Power in Robotropolis

[DB]

The mechanical chair creaked a bit as it's occupant shifted. The screens in front were replaying scenes from the last freedom fighter raid and...

Well, to say that Robotnik was not happy was an understatement- he wore a look of resentment and, if you listened, you could probably hear him growling.

What was it, exactly, that allowed them to always be so successful?

The lights suddenly began to flicker, before plunging the room into nearly complete darkness. Only Robotnik's and Clucks red eyes glowed. A sound of someone drumming their fingers rather irritably against metal began to clank out in the dark.

"... Sniiiiv-layyy..."

[Sipp]

DOCTOR ROBOTNIK'S THEME PLAYS.



The short human nervously approached his uncle, gulping slightly.

"Yes sir, Doctor Robotnik?"

[DB]

There was a fluttering of mechanical wings. But otherwise, the room was still pitch black. "Pik!"

"Would you care to tell me why the power keeps shutting off?"

[Sipp]

"Well, sir," Snively squeaked, beginning to tremble and sweat, "Th-that would be because of the hedgehog..."

[DB]

"Is that SO, Sniv-lay?" Even in the dark it was easy to tell his patience was running short. "And what would we be doing to fix this, Sniv-lay?"


More metallic shuffling. "Pik! Pik!"

[Sipp]

"Well sir," he was getting more and more nervous, "A squadron of SWATbots are af-after him... and.. another squadron working on the power..." he squealed a little bit.

[DB]

"OH, well..." an expression of relief, though it was sarcasm. "It's good to hear we're doing SOMETHING about our little problem. But Sniv-lay, what are we going to do in the long run?


And there was a rooster crow. AND THE FLUTTERING OF WINGS.

[Sipp]

"W-we must..." he gulped, "Find a way to e-eliminate the hedgehog, sir... and the Freedom Fighters..."

[DB]

"Pik!"

"Goodness, why didn't we think of that earlier." More sarcasm. He was still drumming his fingers. The lights slowly flickered back to life.


And now able to see as it wasn't so dark... Cluck attacked Snively's head. "PIK!"

[Sipp]

"Sir... may I suggest... a-a S-sonic robot?" he squealed again as he was attacked by Cluck, swatting at the bird and trying to get him away.

[DB]

WHEN ROBOT CHICKENS ATTACK, TONIGHT AT SEVEN.

Apparently, either Robotnik didn't notice his pet chicken attacking Snively, or he didn't care. It was probably the latter. Though Snively's suggestion was worth consideration. "A Sonic robot...?" He let the thought trail. What would be better to destroy Sonic but a robotic doppleganger? The thought was very worthy of consideration, yes indeed. "Hmm..."

[Sipp]

Snively continued to try to fend off Cluck, "A-and, sir, there have been r-reports of a strange powersource n-nearby..."

He squealed again.

[DB]

CLUCK PLUCKED... A HAIR... then returned to his perch.

Robotnik pressed his fingertips together. Perhaps things would begin to look up now. "How fortunate. What else, Sniv-lay?"

[Sipp]

Snively looked like he might cry at the loss of one of his hairs.

"W-well s-sir... your d-dinner should be ready w-within a-a few minutes..."

[DB]

Eye twitch. "I meant WHAT ELSE about the reports, SNIVLAY." His attention turned to the chicken. "Take that out of your mouth, you don't know where it's been."

Cluck dropped it's prize.

[Sipp]

He gulped. "Th-the power s-source seems t-to be on a large l-landmass... s-sir..."

He made a mental note to make Cluck's eye pop later.

[DB]

Snively's lack of concise information was getting on Robotnik's nerves. "...and which landmass would that be, Snivlay?"

[Sipp]

"Un-unknown sir... but it appears to be... a little planet..."

Sweating profusely, he skittered over to the computer and typed in a few words, scans of the little planet from afar came up.

[DB]

An eyebrow slowly raised. "Very interesting... and what are the nature of the energy scans? Are they anything... usable?"

[Sipp]

"Like nothing we've ever s-seen, s-sir... it appears to b-be extremely powerful... a-and u-usable, yes..."

And then, very quietly, under his breath:

"...Not that you could use it well with your idiocy..."

[DB]

A dangerous glint lit up in Robotnik's mechanical eyes at the comment. "What was that, Snivaly?"

[Sipp]

Snively was glad that Robotnik couldn't see his eyes widen.

"I said, s-sir..." he squeaked, "Any g-guardians of this p-power w-s-should be given a-a taste of o-our 'diplomacy'..."

[DB]

Robotnik's eyes narrowed. Often times Snively mumbled things under his breath, things that didn't match up to what he repeated later- and yet, he always gave him the benefit of the doubt, simply because he was never *sure* of what he had heard the first time was really what was said or if he was only imagining things. Regardless, he had suspicions. "Hm. Yes, I suppose they should, be there any guardians. Send out a few scout units to the area, I want more information on this 'little planet' as you've called it..."


Cluck shuffled on it's roost and gave Snively an angry glare. "PIK PIK"

[Sipp]

"Y-yes sir, D-doctor R-robotnik..."

Snively skittered off to do just that.