WARNING:  This file will be almost twice as big as what I usually
give out.  That's because I have so much stuff going on in a pace
faster than what I did with BAM Alpha; and I'm having three
people to help out.  I do hope you're reading this from a larger
TXT viewer than the Notepad, because it's time to finish off BAM
R with a bang!!

FoxFire Studios present

A Sonic the Hedgehog FanFict

Blood and Metal Restart

Installment 4

By David Gonterman [dgonterman@aol.com]
[http://users.aol.com/dgonterman]

STH by Sega of America 
BAM by David Gonterman 
David Jim Kintobor by David Gonterman 
Kickaha, Walks With Stars and some dialogue 
by Edward Becerra 
Sonia Hedgehog and some dialogue by Emily Smith 
MechTail and some dialogue by Paul Lapansee
___________________________________
   
   "Don't ask me how we got the ROCC out of the lab and over here,
Kickaha."
   
   "Where's David, sire?"
   
   Don't ask me how we got *him* over here too. The ROCC did
something fierce to the poor soul. He couldn't even ride his
hoverbike, he was so bad, and when he finally arrived in Knothole,
he went straight to his hut and locked himself in. My daughter
told me that he was just like this when he found out he's
Robotnik's son. I think he saw a picture of himself he didn't want
to see; becoming another Robotnik."
   
   "That's exactly what he saw," Sonia added, "and the thought of
it happening for real has scared him senseless."
   
   "Make a note, Raymond: Don't let David Kintobor or any Kintobor
*touch* that ROCC again." King Acorn sighs. "Destiny, I wouldn't
wish his life on the devil. We've got to get to this guy before he
does something stupid like giving into the evil of his father. .
."
   
   "Or worse . . ." Sonia's picking up some morbid vibes from her
soulmate. Kickaha stood up. "Sire, when I came to Knothole, I
spoke to David about this. I think I can reach him. Sonia can,
too."
   
   "Make it so, then. Looks like, with this trip to your homeland
imminent, he'll be needing your help as much as you do his."
_________________________________
   
   "I HEARD WHAT YOU DID TO DAVEY, MECHTAIL!! WHAT THE PHRACK
WHERE YOU THINKING LOCKING HIM IN THE ROCC ROOM?!?" Sally said
yelling at MechTail right in his face. She was so pissed that she
would just roboticize Mech right on the spot. Feedback or no
feedback.
   
   "I'll make no excuses for my actions Sally. He is becoming just
like his father. I not totally heartless. I know how every one
feels about him, and what he's done. I am worried... I don't want
another Robotnik." The squirrel said.
   
   Sally sighed. "I know but I don't want you to take any action
against him. This is an order MechTail. I'll make the decision on
Davey not you."
   
   MechTail stood up. "Yes ma'am. But understand if things get out
of hand I will do something about it." He walked out.
______________________________
   
   Being raised in a Christian background in Midwestern America on
Earth, Suicide is not an honorable way of dying for David
Kintobor. But now something is added to this culture prohibition:
His cyborg half, which is designed to preserve his bodily
functioning at all costs, even in spite of the sometimes depressed
or--like now--scared crapless human half. These two factors gives
him the knowledge that any attempts to kill himself to keep him
from the possibility of becoming like his father will be as futile
as defying the Borg Collective.
   
   So his thoughts turn to the rather morbid fantasy that someone
will barge into his hut like his long-dead Joan Crawford wanna-be
mother and put this poor dog to sleep before the aforementioned
dreaded possibility occurs? Who would, he asks himself? MechTail
would. He clamped the trap door shut and piled the remains of the
gross statue on top just to keep him locked in there in case *it*
happened right there. Who else? That Opossum, Greg, certainly.
Pogo he is *not*. Kinda reminds him of those disgruntled militia
men he bumps into every now and then on Earth.
   
   Kickaha? *Kickaha?* No way! Dave wouldn't think of *him*
blowing his brains out with his shotgun. Turn his hoverbike into
an impromptu Electromagnetic Pulse bomb to take out Packbell,
maybe. . . How did the Kicker get in this internal conversation
anyway? Oh yeah . . .
   
   Kickaha somehow opened the door, went inside, silently crept to
the side of David's bed and lifted the cover over his shaking head
. . .
   
   *Boy, you need to get off that train of thought before it turns
you into roadkill,* thought Kickaha. *I _must_ do something about
this. The boy saved my life. Twice. And brought my woman back to
me. I won't left him do this to himself. And I know just the
person to help. Walks With Stars.*
________________________________________
   
   ". . . what do you mean? It was *rigged*?" Davey yelled out.
   
   Uncle Chuck looked at him. "It was. Robotnik must have realized
when he left the ROCC that one day someone might try to use it
again. So it was rewired. I looked over Julian's records and there
was definitely some changes made since it was last used."
   
   Davey stood up so pissed that he would just roboticize somebody
on the spot, and the poor victim of his holy rage would be none
other than David Jim Kintobor himself. "How could I be so
[5-second EXPLETIVE DELETED] stupid! We have to FIX IT!"
   
   "It will take time Davey so just relax."
   
   "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO RELAX!! I WANT IT FIXED *NOW!*" He
shattered the table he was pounding on.
   
   Sonia tried to calm down Davey. "Davey please calm down I don't
want to lose you to it. Not like your father."
   
   There was a moment of intensity in Davey's face, then he
started to breathe slow and steady. "Ok.. I'll try to keep calm.
Maybe I need some soul searching with Old man Coyote that may
help. I'll go and talk to Kickaha."
   
   Unfortunately, he ran into MechTail on his way out, who took
one look at the remains of the table Davey pounded on and grabbed
him by the collar.
   
   "TELL ME DAVID WHEN YOU LOOK IN A MIRROR WHO DO YOU
SEE--ROBOTNIK OR DAVID KINTOBOR?" David's retort was just as loud.
"Listen, squirrel, if you want to take me out because of that . .
. *monster* . . . my father became, step in line with the rest of
Mobius!!" He turns away.
   
   "But what about *YOU* becoming a monster, David?"
   
   MechTail could only hear David mutter that it would've been
bound to happen in time, if it eventually does.
   
   With a sigh, MechTail resigns himself to pick up the mess on
the floor. Even Rotor couldn't find any thing workable. But
MechTail on the other hand by luck usually got about half of it to
work again but not this time. He was frustrated and nothing was
working for him. Where did things go wrong? Davey was his friend
and now MechTail didn't know what to think.
   
   "He just smashed the table to bits with one blow of his fist,"
Rotor muttered, still in surprise over David's current temper.
   
   MechTail was angry not at Davey but himself, he remember the
battle when Robotnik returned. Seeing Davey treat his lost father
like a slab of beef, reminded him of the how much Davey really
hated Robotnik. Is it really possible to justify his actions,
after all he never knew his father only Robotnik. MechTail then
looked at Foxglove's tree and instantly remembered Redneck. He
looked at his fist which killed Redneck.
   
   "Oh man..."
   
   That fist of his went through Redneck's chest. MechTail looked
at himself. "I'm no better then anyone else. We all need healing."
If the ROCC works one day could Davey forgive him. Could MechTail
forgive Davey.
   
   He then remember something about *The Gray Chaos Emerald*.
   
   One word flew into Mech's mind: "Knuckles."
   
   Yes he just might know where it is. It may be Davey's only
hope. "It's time I made amends."
   
   MechTail went looking for Davey, but he was already gone for
the Plains.
___________________________
   
   He couldn't eat much while he was with the Wild Pack. It wasn't
like there was no food there, it was plentiful for a species who
hunt for their meals. He just couldn't. He didn't feel like it.
How can you eat when the demons in your past are rushing up to
feast on you?
   
   The sheer weight of the events in his past life were catching
up to him. The revelation that he's Robotnik's son is a constant,
but now; the spin-dash on his chest, the skeletons in his
mansion-sized closet, the Chaos Rising fiasco where a demon almost
took his soul but settled for taking what little was left of a
faith that belief in a man who died for his sins will keep his
soul safe, and now, he learns that the roboticized Gila Monster
was programmed not to hurt him but to try to bring him to his
father. And the vision he got from the ROCC. The vision of him
becoming another Robotnik. It appeared so inevitable for him. As
if he can do nothing to stop it from happening. A Dark Destiny.
All around. Closing in. With nowhere to go to escape. No chance
for a better life than what lies staring in his face.
   
   He saw another David Kintobor approach him as he sobbed
heavily. His usual tough exterior has been crushed into powder at
his feet. The look at his face is like a man damned for hell. He
pleads for this other David with tear-fulled eyes to take his life
and get his eternal punishment over with, because he thinks he
can't stand to live with himself.
   
   At first, the other David *does* aim his Power Rifle at him,
then pauses, showing off his father's trademark smile. "You're not
even worth the bullet," he hisses. Throwing the gun to him, the
other David turns his back. "If you want to die, do it yourself.
And be quick about it because my time's at a premium. Yours
however, hmmmm?"
   
   He took the gun, sucked on the barrel, and after a long whine,
slowly pulled the trigger.
   
   CLICK.
   
   CLICK.
   
   CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK . . .
   
   By now he could hear this David trying to hold back a wicked
chuckle.
   
   "YOU BASTARD!!" He throws the Power Rifle back full force,
bouncing it off his alter ego's metal arm. "WHAT KIND OF A MONSTER
*ARE* YOU?!"
   
   At that the other David turned around: "A monster who is not
allowed to die to his wishes after what he did, his father did, or
his ancestors did. And I'll be damned myself if I allow anyone
else that luxury."
   
   Those red glowing eyes, wide toothy smile, that gravely voice
with a touch of techno; it cut though his's pity party like a hot
knife through butter. 'Damn, he's just like Robotnik at
times--Robotnik oh,sh--'
   
   The other David reaches over his back and pulls out Bad Karma;
his personal Roboticizer. A gleaming rifle model personally
handcrafted with the words "From Daddy with Love" scratched on the
side. When he saw that his mind was clear of all his self-shame;
every ounce of his being was centered on what could be the
Dirtiest Freedom Fighter of them all. A persona that he himself
have created. A persona that has fallen off himself and
rematerialized to turn on the creator.
   
   "That Indian coyote wanted me to drag your sorry white
half-roboticized tail back home, so you can pick up the pieces of
your permanently phracked-up life and go on living, and trust me
on this you *will* go on from here, I assure you. But, whatever
you go on as a carbon-based life-form or as a robot is entirely up
to you."
   
   The other David aims, moving closer until the barrel is at his
throat and the blast shield--with "Have a Nice Day" on it--was
right up against his nose. "You see, I have witnessed too many
heartache to keep my heart from becoming cold and callous like my
Father's. There were some people who spit in my face regretting
that I've ever freed them. I made this Roboticizer for the next
time that happens so I can oblige them. Would you like to be the
first? Your decision."
   
   After a time when all time stood still, frozen in this pose,
David Kintobor, the original David Kintobor, the David Kintobor
who was actually alone in all this, could just take no longer. As
if a dam had just burst, he starts to bawl like a baby; tears
streaming down his face like twin rivers. His anguished cries can
be heard all over Mobius. All the creatures stopped to notice. His
collapsed, and slumped over at the ground limp as a rag doll.
________________________________

   Walks With Stars and Kickaha turned their heads to a distant
cry, as if they themselves were the only ones who heard it in the
noisy meeting hall. They looked at each other, and with a nod,
Walks With Stars headed outside, knowing where he was needed and
why. When Sally asked him where he was going, he could only say
this:
   
   "This boy needs help with his burdens. Some things cannot be
borne alone"
   
   Walks With Stars found the sobbing David outside of the evening
campsite. He was facing the dark horizon with his arms folded and
his eyes shut.
   
   "Kickaha told us that you would be here."
   
   "And you got the short stick to check up on me." His voice had
a tinge of anger. "I'm all right, for being me, that is."
   
   " . . . I understand he and Nightsky have found each other at 
last."
   
   Dave gave Walks a backward glance and nodded.
   
   Walks sighed. "And what of you, boy?"
   
   "What about me? . . . Come on, sir. Out with it."
   
   "Out with what, David. I don't understand. You're angry about
something, aren't you? Feeling that you somehow don't belong
anywhere in this world. Probably because your fathers is the Fat
One who rapes the earth, enslaves the people, destroys the . . ."
Walks paused and raised an eyebrow. "I take it you've heard all
this before."
   
   "Pardon my French, but . . ."
   
   David turns around.
   
   "NO SHIT! You see this cyborg arm, Walks With Stars? It
replaces my real one which was shot off because of somebody who
did exactly what Robotnik did *centuries* before he was even born,
for Pete's Sake! I came to this planet to *get away* from all
that, but what am I being called *here?* The Son of Robotnik! THE
SON OF ROBOTNIK!! THE GOD-DAMNED SON OF FUCKING ROBOTNIK!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!"
   
   He grabbed something from behind his back and threw it full
force at Walks With Stars' feet. The coyote was surprised that the
lightsaber thrown wasn't disintegrated by the impact.
   
   David's face was a loud mix of rage and shame, his cheeks and
his eyes competing to see who can turn the most red. "What do you
and your Wild Pack pals want to rip off of me *here?* huh?! A leg?
My tail? The head? Oh, I apologize. I forgot you're natives; you
go for *scalps!* You've got my blade, Walks With Stars. Do it and
get it over with. This *waiting* to die's killing me . . ."
   
   David turns back around to hide his tears and a muffled sob. It
was taking his all to keep from breaking down right where he
stood.
   
   Walks rolled all this through his head, as did every other
critter within a mile radius who heard David's tantrums. Here is a
person who was the target for revenge that rightfull should have
been aimed at people who are long dead and dust. According to what
Sally and Kickaha told him about Earthling history, these bad
apples were in a group of white-skinned humans who traveled to a
'New World' to achieve the peaceful and better life than the one
they have in this 'England' place. This guy's people were
continuously dragged through the dirt because of this; never
allowing a moment to live it down, as if they have to. 'No wonder
your father turned out the way he did.' the coyote thought. 'He
was never allowed to be anything else. You probably sees yourself
traveling the same path, and from what I heard from Kickaha,
that's exactly what he saw last week . . ."
   
   "If only . . ." David softly sobs, "I was . . . one of you. I
don't mean Wild Pack . . . Just an ordinary Mobian . . ."
   
   Walks slowly went up to him and placed a gentle hand on his fur
shoulder. It took him almost an eternity to get David's tight eyes
to open, to get his head out of his arms, to look into the
shaman's almost timeless eyes.
   
   Walks put a paw on David's shoulder. "I want you to come with
me for a while, boy."
   
   Dave went with him silently. He was still in the middle of an
emotional breakdown due to the ROCC and MechTail's accusations.
   
   As they left the coyote village, Walks pointed to the sky with
his staff. "Tell me what you see, David."
   
   David looked confused. "The sky?"
   
   The old coyote snorted. "Boy, when you look into the sky,
you're looking into yourself. You are a part of the world around
you and it is a part of you. You need to learn that."
   
   As they walked, the scenery around them began to slowly change.
David finally noticed. "Where are we?"
   
   "In the Dreamtime, boy. There are some things you need to see,
and this is the only place you can see them. You should have
listened to young Edward. He isn't the best Dreamwalker around,
but what he told you was true. Here, there are no lies, no
untruths. You can't lie to me here. But, more importantly, you
can't lie to _yourself_."
   
   "But I've been listening to Old Coyote..."
   
   "That's good, as far as it goes, but he's a trickster. First,
last, and always. Sometimes he forgets, and hurts the ones he
loves. He doesn't mean to, but it happens anyway."
   
   He pointed with his staff. "Here's the first thing you need to
see." The mists around them began to gather together, forming a
misty grey mirror. "Look, David. And see _a_ truth. It may not be
_the_ truth, but true it remains."
   
   In the circle of mist, David could see Robotnik. The tyrant was
carefully adjusting the chips inside his pet robot bird. When
Packbell entered and tried to interrupt with an important report,
Robotnik angrily threw him across the room. Then he returned to
lovingly repairing his pet.
   
   "Even the most evil of us need to love and be loved, David.
Without love, something inside of us dies. And we die with it. Oh,
it may take years, and in the case of the ever-living, like
Coyote, entire eternities, but it happens."
   
   The picture changed. It now showed Robotnik conducting a safety
inspection in one of his factories. When he discovered a
violation, one that he'd ordered Snivley to redress a week before,
he struck the smaller man across the face with his metal arm.
   
   "Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in
mind, David; it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not,
you can kill him without hate -- and quickly."
   
   "I don't understand."
   
   "Robotnik was disturbed by a safety violation. Why _that_ in
particular, boy?"
   
   David puzzled over that for a while. "Maybe -- because of what
happened to him? I mean, first losing his arm in the war, and then
the accident with the ROCC?"
   
   "Good! Full points. He was hurt, deeply. Now, everything he
does is shaped by that. His fear and pain guide him. He seeks a
world where nothing can cause him such again. In his own mind,
what he is doing to Mobius is right. He wants to create a world
where there is peace and safety."
   
   A deeply thoughtful look crossed David's face. "Instead of a
world of war, that cost him his arm, and a world that isn't safe,
which took his humanity."
   
   "Now you're beginning to understand, boy. As I said, he's
allowing his fear and pain to control him. You were beginning to
do the same. And that was your problem. Somewhere deep inside, you
knew that all along. Hence the conflict deep in your soul."
   
   David looked down in shame. But before he could say anything,
the old coyote grabbed him by the muzzle.
   
   "Look at me, boy. You did things you're not proud of. We all
do. But hanging your head in shame doesn't get you anywhere. Take
_action_, don't mope. Grow a spine, for Fortuna's sake." He let
David go, and waved his staff at the surrounding mists, which
began to fade away.
   
   "Remember, David. Do what is necessary. But do it without hate,
or malice. IF it proves needful to kill Robotnik, then do so. But
do it as an act of kindness. For him, as well as Mobius. My
student told you this before. But you need to listen to it again.
When you do things out of hate, it destroys your soul. Don't
listen to your pain. Don't let your fear rule. Then, when all is
said and done, you will find peace."
   
   Walks stretched, and David could hear old joints pop and creak.
   
   "Now let's get back to the village, boy. You've much to do and
little time. There's more than a lifetime of work ahead of you."
   
   "What do you mean, `more than a lifetime'?"
   
   "You'll find out, David. In due time. The rest is for you to
discover on your own."
____________________________________
   
   "David!!!!"
   
   Sonia screeched Sonic-style in front of Walks With Stars and a
bedraggled boyfriend. She bent down over him. "Walks With Stars!
What happened? I heard him screaming a mile away!" She held his
head in her arms. "So much in so few days. Davoy? Are you there?
Davoy ..."
   
   "Star Fire Child...you did come. I am glad. You can help your
mate make a choice "
   
   Sonia looked up into Walk's face, "I'm not his mate, only Vavoy
and Sosoy call me that, and what choice, wise one?"
   
   Walks rested on his knees and placed a small pouch in her hand
"Here, Star Fire Child..." Sonia tried not to roll her eyes in
disrespect, "This has a message for you later. He has a long
journey ahead of him. Peace with you, child." He got up and left.
   
   "...Suni..?"
   
   Sonia Hedgehog looked into David Kintobor's red-on-red eyes.
"Yeah, s'me..." He hugged her tightly, holding on to the only
thing he thought in the world that gave a damn. She rocked him
back an forth, comforting his every sob "Sshhushh...it's
okay...all you need is a little rest..."
   
   David smiled for the first time in a while. He got up on his
knees, like Sonia, and looked down at her. He cupped her face in
his hands and kissed her hungrily for a long time...it felt so
good to have another pressed against him...holding him, trusting
him, loving him...
   
   Sonia broke off and laughed. She pushed him down, giggling and
raising. David found the 'fun' side of him...and roared in play
and lunged at Sonia. She hiked Up her jeans and ran. He leapt on
her, knocking her over, both in a fit of laughter. They tumbled
down a hill like the week after he found out who his father was.
She rolled over him at the bottom and planted a kiss on his nose.
"Hey, Fox, you feel better?"
   
   He embraced her tightly, biting back a few stray tears, "A
little. A whole lot better with you around." He kissed her cheek.
   
   'You're a bad aim, Kintobor!" Sonia giggled, kissing him on his
lips and ruffling his hair. She then laid back on David's chest,
face burrowed into his fur. He filed his fingers through her hair,
smelling her mane, and falling slowly to a blissful and dream
filled sleep...
   
   . . . a dream of him returning to a tiring day in the office.
An intergalaxial treaty is being signed with Starfleet, and some
of the races were not only against it, but were willing to go to
war over it. Davey stopped all that in frightening speed when he
grabbed the Rifle Roboticizer that was supposed to be deactivated
forever and nearly made his own worker-bot right there. "I did not
come to this planet and freed it from my father just to have you
screw it up with your tiny minds and petty disagreements!! Now, I
want all you kids to sit down and talk this crap out before I
regret chucking Robotnik up the Void!!" He wonders if that was a
touch extreme, and it was, but his intentions were driven home
with stark clarity: He wanted a *free* Mobius to live in peace,
not to go into the same strife that caused This Great War to start
anew. Not if David Kintobor, Prime Minister of Mobius, can help
it.
   
   "Daddy's home!!" "Daddy Daddy!!"
   
   A peaceful and free Mobius, for himself, and his kids.
Especially the twin hedgehogs with foxtails that are his kids. The
two little 'spikers' who came out of nowhere to jump on their
father, who seemed to brighten back up when he saw him.
   
   "James, Maddie. How ya doin? Had as rough a day at school as I
had at work?"
   
   "No bleep, Daddy," Madilyn *tries* not to cuss, but it was
apparent that every family, no matter how good, has at least one
dysfunction, and a lack of vocabulary is the Kintobors. "I had a
tough test in Art History. I studied like heck all night, but I
think I bleeped it up."
   
   "Don't let it get you down, Madilyn. It's Art . . . History.
*I* would have problems with Art History. We're talking about Leo,
Mike, Don, Ralph, and several hundred more artists that *weren't*
blessed with having a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle named after
them."
   
   James laughs. "Too many dead artists, not enough turtles;
*that's* why you flunked that test, sis?!"
   
   "Like heck I flunked it, bro!! I scored one point more than
Serena Usagi!!"
   
   "At least you're weren't last," David went in his house to the
smell of Sonia's cooking. "Honey, I'm home!"
   
   Sonia pries herself from dinner long enough to hug her husband.
"You look tired, Dave? Rough day at the office?"
   
   "Yeah, Suni, but it's nothing to worry about now. It's a
peaceful night and the family's together. There's nothing to worry
about, darling. . ."
 _________________________________
   
   "Davoy? wake up!"
   
   "..hummhha...wuzzat..nympnymp..." Davey stretched out sleepily,
then took a good look at his left.
   
   "Hello, Fox!" Sonia grinned.
   
   "Aah!" He was very relived to find that all clothes were
intact. They had gotten pretty rough this time...
   
   "It's all what Sosoy's been teachin' me!"
   
   'Sosoy? Oh, Nightsky?! Uhoh..."
   
   Sonia snickered and patted his chest. "let's move it, Fox. We
have to get to Wild Pack territory soon.
   
   "Alright." David got up and helped her up as well. "Let's
move." 
________________________________________
   
   As Kickaha passed the mantle of Chieftain of the Wild Pack to
John Quick Kills, Walks With Stars presented David with his own set
of 'Native Mobian' spirituality artifacts; a ceremonial pipe with
some tobacco, a incense stick for 'purification' purposes, a box
filled with various brick-a-brack for pouches, a placemat that can
roll everything in, and some other things he might need, including
some actual writings about their customs and how to perform them.
   
   "These will help you get started along a new path, David
Kintobor," Walks said in giving them. "May they help you find
peace in your soul as they did to so many others."

   David thanked him for his kindness as he leaves for home.
_________________________________________
   
   
   MechTail finally found David as he was returning to Knothole, a
few pounds lighter in body, but near weightless in spirit.
   
   "Hey, Dave," MechTail said half-sullenly. "I know we've been
arguing too much with each other as of late, and I was wondering .
. . well, . . .I'm sorry, Davey. Can you ever forgive me?"
   
   Mech looked at David's eyes to find some gold in the usual red
irises. "As you yourself said once, We are the cause of our
unhappiness not anyone else. If you let yourself get upset and
anger at someone it's your fault, not theirs. We are also the cure
to our unhappiness. I have run smack dab into my evil self back
there, but it's time to end this David Robotnik once and for all."
________________________________
   
   Robotnik looked at the fox and squirrel through his monitors.
He showed a wickeder smile than usual when Davey said those last
words, for who would answer the fox with a "You wish." than a
human David Kintobor in Robotnik's uniform, red-on-black eyes, and
a heart as black as his own fathers.
   
   "The bug I put in the ROCC worked well, my son," Robotnik said
with glee at his younger counterpart. "Like I said so long ago. We
*will* be together again, someday. It just took a good push--or
should I say *pull*--in the right direction."
   
   "I always believe we would be reunited too, Father," David
Robotnik rubbed his father's dome, then turned to the monitors as
David Kintobor left the view. "To think that I could have been
this . . . this psycho!!" David turned to Robotnik in outrage. "To
imagine what he did to your d--"
   
   Robotnik waved him off. "You needn't worry about what he did to
my . . . manhood. I've got it replaced, good as new. But we still
have a that Freedom Fighter bastard to deal with. To think he
could have been my *son!!*"
   
   David Robotnik returned to the monitor with a look-alike
grimace of his father. "We'll erase that little mistake soon
enough.....Cue the maniacal laughter, pop."
   
   . . . . And the two done so in unison . . .
   
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   Holy Bat-$#!*, David Gonterman. What in the name of Captain Jim
Kirk did you do now?!?!?
   
   Hahahahahahahahahaha . . . wouldn't *you* like to know . . . .
Learned readers who can read between the lines would know by now
*how* there came about with *two* David's now; one good, the other
evil. But imagine what would happen when the two eventually meet.
   
   I do hope that Duncan Packbell's teaching Davey how to fight
with a sword, because the Highlanders will have *nothing* on this
particular match-up . . . .
   
   Coming soon, on Blood and Metal: Dark Destiny Denied.
   
   David Robotnik: "There can be only one:"
   
   David Kintobor: "You got that right
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