"Princess, I'm really glad to learn that your Father finally made it back to Mobius." David "Davey Crockett" Kintobor said as he busily sift through a dozen Zip Disks. "I'm glad to have a part of the effort, knowing that My cyborg part was transmitting a homing signal for the dimensional warm to home into. You really should be happy right now." "I'm glad you say so, David, but that's the reason I'm here. You see . . . he . . ." "Yes?" "He knows, David, who your Father is." David stopped what he was doing and looked straight in Princess Sally's eyes. One second, and he knew what was wrong. "I'll tell him." As David went out of his hut and toward a silently sobbing King Acorn at the cemetery, his mind recalled the countless times Robotnik took a loved relative, turned him or her into a cold-hearted mind- numbed robot, and sicced that Bot on those same relatives that loved him. The resulting heartbreak was predicted, sometimes irreparable, always tragic, and something nobody on Mobius would do themselves for all the money on the planet. That's exactly what King Acorn did to David Kintobor. "You looked kinda sorry about me being Ro-butt-nik's son, Boss. I know you feel ashamed about what you did to me, and that you think that you've stopped to Robotnik's level. But did you notice something?" King Acorn turned toward who's talking to, straight into the red eyes of David Kintobor. "Did you ever consider what would happen if you did nothing? Did you know what would happen if you didn't save my life, didn't give me this fabulous robot left arm, didn't send me off to this planet with it's Salvation in my hard drive? Did you consider that?" "I . . ." The royally garbed fox struggled to find the words. "I just felt so . . . unable to do anything . . . to help my daughter . . . I needed to do something, anything, to save my people, David. [Points to David's left arm] But this--" "Sir. I believe that any idea, no matter how hair-brained, stupid, crazy, or downright assasine, is better at that point, than doing absolutely nothing to your problems. You needed someone who would rise to the occasion you presented and free your world from [Motions his arm out toward Robotroplis] that reign of Evil and Tyranny. [Points to himself] I am that man, Your Majesty, and I am honored to be that man. And I finally have information in my procession that will finish Robotnik's hold on Planet Mobius once and for all." "I have no doubts that you will, Son, but . . . there is . . . something you don't know." "What? That Robotnik had finally crawled out of whatever rock he was hiding in all this time. Sir, I knew where he was at all the time. I just didn't want people to go into hysterics. Or maybe I didn't want the populace to grab their pitchforks and torches and scorch their own planet trying to take out someone I have first dibs to. And that is something I have already done." "You mean, he *knows* . . ." David showed his King his trademark all-teeth Robotnik smile. "three . . . two . . . one . . ." _________________________ His eyes were almost out of their sockets. His jaw was almost on the floor revealing a very dry mouth. His chubby fingers were reaching out to the monitors, trying to touch that *thing* that has become of his son. His silence seemed to last forever as Doctor Robotnik turned toward a very solemn Snively and Packbell, who said, "*That* is the one who is destroying your dreams more in a year than that Hedgehog did in his entire life." As his red-on-black eyes were apparent to his assistants, Snivley and Packbell will note that this moment is the first time they actually saw Robotnik cry, something nobody on either side thought they could make him do. He returned to the monitors, and toward David Kintobor's face. "acorn" His fists drew themselves tight. "This has your name written all over it" Both hands began to tremble. "I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU" He brought his arms straight up in the air. W W H H EEEEE N N IIIII H H AAA DDDD W W H H E NN N I H H A A D D W W W HHHHH EEEEE H H H I HHHHH AAAAA D D W W W H H E N NN I H H A A D D WWWWW H H EEEEE N N IIIII H H A A DDDD TTTTT H H EEEEE CCC H H AAA N N CCC EEEEE ! ! T H H E C H H A A NN N C E ! ! T HHHHH EEEEE C HHHHH AAAAA N N N C EEEEE ! ! T H H E C H H A A N NN C E T H H EEEEE CCC H H A A N N CCC EEEEE ! ! He began to smash everything in the Control Room . . . _____________________________ The FoxFire Studios Present [http://users.aol.com/dgonterman] A Sonic the Hedgehog FanFict By David Gonterman [dgonterman@aol.com] BLOOD AND METAL RESTART Sonic the Hedgehog and all related media by Sega of America Storyline and David "Davey Crockett" Kintobor by David Gonterman _________________________________ His son was the first thing Robotnik saw over the horizon. The first thing that ever registered in his mind during the blinded-by-rage flight of the bumblebee gathering up whatever Robots, Weaponry, Shredders, Doomsday Pods, what-so-phracking-*ever* to shave the Great Forest off the face of Mobius, destroy Knothole and the Freedom Fighters, and take back the young man who was once his own boy. David stood ramrod straight, his hair, tail and Old Acorn Trenchcoat--which was once his fathers--flapping in the wind. His eyes glowed bright red; a visible storm of Intensity. Before Robotnik knew what he was doing, he sent his troops rushing head-on toward the Cyborg Fox. He looked straight out to him again, who was motioning the troupes toward him, like King Arthur's bastard son calling his father for one more final embrace. "That's right, Pop. Come. Come to me, you son of a bitch." At that moment, he was the only one standing, defying the tide of onrushing machines. But when the metallic wave was halfway between him and Robotnik, he drew a remote from a coat pocket, held it up high, and detonated the twenty fertilizer bombs buried underneath the majority of Robotnik's forces. Any *one* of those bombs was similar to the one set off at Oklahoma City back on Earth. Twenty of them had just barely enough firepower to match what happened to Hiroshima. It took a good five minutes for the dust to settle, revealing a crater big enough for the Floating Island to fit in, and several metric tons of unidentifiable metal parts strewn across infinity. Robotnik's forces were cut down to the tenth lucky enough to be outside the blast. David Kintobor didn't even budge, except for a lightsaber igniting from his flesh arm, summoning every available Freedom Fighter--and about 2000 Swatbots, which was reported missing the night before, apparently reprogrammed to fight with the Freedom Fighters. "Greetings, Doctor Ivo Robotnik." David bellowed from a very loud set of lungs. "I am David Kintobor from the Clan Kintobor, from the House of Acorn. I have come for your head. There shall be only one." 'that's wonderful, connor mccloud. play highlander with his butt.' 'cool it mech.' 'look at ol'blubber-butt. he's absolutely speechless.' 'he's probably hasn't been to the john since he learned what became of his son.' "He *should've expected this," King Acorn said out loud, expecting Robotnik to hear. "If *he* has a Sonic, then *WE* should have a Robotnik!" If nothing else tipped Dr. Robotnik over the edge, *that* did! He whipped out his sword, an electrically-heated broadsword, and charged into the pit, his army following in tight pursuit. David likewise jumped into the fray, but flying in his jetpack. *His* army, equipped with State-Of-The-Art-PLUS weaponry and armor--stuff Robotnik wouldn't even *think* of creating--rushing by his flanks. The two freight trains of destruction ran head-on in a collision course with each other, accelerating with each meter. . . WHO . . . closer and closer . . . WANTS . . . too fast to stop . . . TO LIVE . . . could see themselves in their enemies' eyes . . . FOREVER . . . just one last split-second burned into ROM before . . . . . . impact . . . . . . zipflash . . . . . . metal on metal . . . . . . too fast to even keep track . . . . . . blood mixing with oil . . . . . . heads arms and legs flying . . . . . . none will probably want to remember this . . . "AAAAAUUUUUUUGH!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!! You Bastaaaaaard!!" "That's for fathering a child and leaving the nest, you--" . . . Two Titans on Golgotha . . . . . . Gladiators in a duel to the Death . . . . . . Blades sparkling as they strike each other . . . . . . Hacking and slashing for soft flesh, thirsty for red life energy . . . The eyes can now catch up with the spirit now. Revealing a valley that could have come from Hell. What was once a peaceful savanna at the edge of the Great Forest has become a killing field. Dead corpses of man--er, what *counts* as man on Mobius--and machine lied everywhere. That was inevitable, even though it *is* a tragic situation--it *should* be. War gets that way. But it was a war that was won, one battle at a time. The remainder of Robotnik's army has been completely slain. The scorch-the-earth-and-render-it-morbid push toward Knothole has been halted. All who have been died did so as heros, and will be honored as such. Even at this point, their names will be gathered to be etched into stone at the David Kintobor Memorial that will be put up with the New Acorn Castle in Knothole. David's a Commander now. And appointed War Minister as well. King Acorn said to that, after being heard of David's plans. He's also standing triumphant over a fallen Robotnik, both were slashed at some places, the majority of the wounds being healed by their robotic healing factors. As it is, the nanites were running an uphill battle, taking more time than usual stitching up all those wounds. They were also conducting a lot of heat as they worked; both of them felt feverish. But for Commander Kintobor it was worth it, seeing the monstrosity that was once his father on his knees before him. The right arm had been cut off. Same for an ear here, a fingertip there. And you could forget about him ever using a tree to relieve himself again. It was hard for him to think at that point. David could just taste Robotnik's blood in his mouth; it was similar to what he felt in those hunts he was in while spirit walking. He has tracked down his prey, and now for the finisher--those two words--FINISH HIM!-- was the only thought in his head. He could just barely resist the urge to pounce on him and sink his fangs on that neck of his. Only the fact that Egg Man here could give him a heart attack from all that cholesterol and the fact that he prefers his meat cooked--"And make it well done too, to get rid of those nasty viruses that's running amuck lately. Nowadays, we can't be too careful"--kept him from giving in to his carnivorous fox nature. Nevertheless, the utter thrill he's having as he raises his lightsaber high over his head, to bring it down into his defeated opponents neck, was very visibly relished. He could only hear the beating of his own heart in his ears, drowning out any of the remaining Freedom Fighters protests. Eyes were glowing so brightly out of bloodlust, that it hid the eyeballs above the nose. Below that nose were growling fangs--the only thing he can force out of his throat at this time--dripping with saliva. "Finish it, Kintobor. . ." He would just have to send the sword crashing into that neck, and it would all be over. "Let us die . . ." Yet, no matter how much he wants to . . . "Take my place in this world . . ." 'He's not going to do it. At least not today.' 'subject designate:David Kintobor is delaying in killing doctor robotnik.' "I'll see you in Hell, my son." 'now is my chance to save my master and take out his son.' Robotnik reaches into his armor for something. "Oh-Oh, Robotnik's up to something. I've gotta stop him." Both Sonics rushed into the two Kintobors, knocking them down: Sonic on Robotnik and Mecha Sonic on David Kintobor. *THAT RODENT STOPPED ME FROM TAKING HIM OUT* *THAT RODENT STOPPED ME FROM TAKING HIM OUT* Both Kintobors thought in unison with each other, as do their voices, when it was finally found: ***I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG!!!*** ***I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG!!!*** Not even the wind dare utter for fifteen seconds afterward. 'whoa, robotniks in stereo . . .' _________________________ As Robotnik dragged himself back into his hovercraft, lucky to be alive, he took one last glance toward his son, who was about to kill him, but he hesitated. 'It appears that the Freedom Fighters just upped the ante to the extreme, damn then. He might just do it one day, but I'll won't be going down alone. Come to me again, my son. I've got plenty for you to last all eternity." As Kintobor dragged himself back into his hovercycle, passing a sorrowed glance to the wounded and the dead, he kicked himself mentally for chocking at the fatality. It felt so much like second nature when playing video games. He's the type who'll crank the violence level to 11 on Doom-like shooters. But it's not that simple in real life now, isn't there? As he turned to King Acorn, he saw a fox who was proud of him regardless of the hesitant. "You did good kid; you hold nothing back. So you didn't finished him off today; with what I've been told about you, I'm as surprised as you are. Don't worry, as long as we're alive, you'll get another chance." "We have casualties, Boss." "I know. It's regrettable. That's why I allowed the mass-production of those Swats; they can be replaced, unlike [glances at the body count] living souls. But they died fighting for what they believed in. Their deaths will not be in vain." "I'll see to it, Boss. Personally, if I have to." "You needn't worry about it, David. I've got top people on it even as we speak." "Thank you, Sir. . . And Robotnik?" David felt his king's hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, son. You'll get another chance." "Will do, and with the endgame I've been cooking up, I'll probably will. After all, I am fiddling about with the very thing that made him what he is today . . ." ____________________________ What is he talking about. A good greeping in the rat.org site could get you the answer. Another clue is in the revised Comic Book Submission in my own site. The rest of you? You just have to wait. BAM Restart continues with it's next installment. What am I cooking in my hard drive right now? I'm starting my next Installment of SMAK, actually, Part 6 of Sailor Moon: American Kitsune will be split into two parallel plotlines. Edward is in The Calypso, heading off to Japan to pick up the scouts, while Serena and David--with the just-arriving Luna--figure out where all those putties came from. Plus, not only the return of Jason, Trini, and Zack, but the second part of Mr. Crockett's "Orange Ranger Trilogy!" Hey, people are clamoring for it!! Haunted Fantasies will wind down with Installment Seven. People are wondering if Davey's too G-D powerful; like he could just waltz into Armageddon and not even get a scratch. Well, after HF closes, you'll have the opportunity to find out David's Achilles' Heel. A hint: It's not physical, it lies deeper, in the core of his being. You saw, and well see parts of it in SADF (Suni's finally working on Part 4.) 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