Not your average badnik

Welcome to the Death Egg, crown jewel of Robotnic Industries. I am the protectorate and mayor of this high-tech facility. If you got any questions do not be afraid to ask.

[chaosworthyarchive]

I realized I never draw my boy singing, so I fixed that. 

Art and Arrow belong to me. Free to reblog. Do not repost. 

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[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[original-silver-sonic]

Silver Sonic MK II vs Shadow The Hedgehog

[original-silver-sonic]

Just an other day at the office (not)

Origin Zone, Death Egg Research Facility.

~TELEPORTATION COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY~ Informed a control panel after Silver Sonic vanished from one of the telepads. 

The Metallix badnik supervising the aforementioned control panels released a synthesized sigh of relief. So far these next-gen interdimensional teleporters have been meeting calculated expectations. 

Just the push they needed for…

“HmHmmHmmm” MX-50 was humming while searching through remaining coordinates of interests. One dimension returned particular beacon results… quaint robots and some kind of...human(?) interacting. This was a zone he had been wanting to research for some time. And since the facility was charged for the next teleportation, he might as well have a go at it.

“Parameters set, yadidaaa… there we goo.” After all required data was entered, a swirling breach presented itself on the pad. Crackling electricity emitting from the portal caused a smell similar to superheated ozone.

Finally at the pad, MX-50 couldn’t wait any longer and walked right into it. Perhaps a bit... too quickly.

Inside the portal between space and time, literally with unlimited magnification, sprawling trees with endless universes unfurled themselves. A sight that boggled the ecludian mind. And with exceptional acceleration, the blue Robian was hurle-

CRACKLE - A portal formed inside the specified zone, out of nowhere. CRASH - The poor robot was thrown on the floor, hard.

It appears this teleporting business could use some refinement, still. Greatly disoriented, the Metallix holds his head as faux eyes dart around their photoreceptors.

@thehouseofivo​

[a-bitter-resentment]

@original-silver-sonic

The forest was quiet tonight, albeit a bit too cold for Char’s tastes. He merely needed to find himself a shelter of sorts before he could start a fire, but in the thick of night, it was much harder to navigate the darkened foliage. He tugged his thin hoodie tighter about his chilled frame and grimaced. He couldn’t risk building a fire out in the open, it would draw too much unwarranted attention, and possibly, the attention of the people he was currently trying to avoid. At least it wasn’t cold enough for ice or snow, but it was far from comfortable. He might just end up losing yet another night of precious sleep. Rest that he direly needed if the bags under his eyes were any indication. 

He was worn ragged, barely able to keep himself as alert as needed for someone of his status. A wanted fugitive. But he had to keep moving, had to keep pushing forward. Even when it felt as if his every option had been stolen from him, he couldn’t afford to lose what little hope he had left. 

So, he continued on through the dense forest, tucking his hands down into his pockets in an attempt to warm them. It weren’t as if he hadn’t suffered this before. He would find a way. There was always a way. The cold wind whipped through the trees and tousled the branches and leaves, the gust strong enough to knock his hood back. Char squinted his eyes against the brisk wind and was quick to replace the hood over his ears, rubbing warmth back into the appendages with a quiet sigh. And it sounded like rain was on the way, the scent of ozone thick in the air.

Tonight just wasn’t his night.

[original-silver-sonic]

No matter how many times a portal was created, it was always a sight of intrigue. On the pad it appeared as some kind of elliptical water bubble, translucent and waves gently rippling outwards from its centre.

Entering one was something new entirely.

"-Connection to x200, y150 and z210 has been established. Camera's are running.-" A blue Metallix unit at the controls confirmed. "-Take it slow, alrite? Wouldn't want any misplaced particles. We haven't teleported something of this scale before.-"

"Affirmative... worry not, I can handle myself."

As Silver Sonic raised their claw towards the portal, a liquid seemed to flow outwards, as if reaching out for the appendage. "How curious, there is a slight... tingling sens-"

The large badnik was deprived of any sensory data, except visuals, as they were sucked in. This... non-space bore a strange visage, appearing to go on forever and never at the same time. Fractal trees spiralled from and to every conceivable direction. But none ever had an end or beginning, because in those parts there were always more branch-

A similar... bubble of water spiralled into existence above the forest. Breaking nature's night-time silence with a crackling sound akin to thunder.

Expelled from within was a large, silver robot. They 'landed' not-so-gracefully with a THUD onto the forest floor.

In fact, Silver Sonic had fallen flat against their face.

One for the history books.

After taking a moment to recollect, no critical systems appear to show critical damage. They wait until the portal calms down and silence befalls the forest once more. Silver Sonic finally looks up, deep red 'eyes' PIERCING the natural environment with stark contrast.

-Scanning...scanning...scanning-

[original-silver-sonic]

Do robots dream of squares?

[original-silver-sonic]

Act 1: A New Era, Part 2

Previously.

Teleportation Laboratory, Death Egg Research Facility.

Decades of research and a virtually unlimited budget have resulted in this orbiting science workshop. Sporting the most sensitive and complex instruments ever conceived, this was the place were strong proof of multiple universes was discovered.

The next step was obvious.... retrofit the station to accommodate an interdimensional teleportation device. The first experimental versions were small and couldn't teleport more than a few atoms. But with the entire station's worth of power and research capacity the teleporters rapidly grew in capacity.

The gross mass and complexity of objects that could be transmitted skyrocketed. A huge step forward was the ability to teleport electronic devices and eventually biological specimens.

A deep, droning hum enveloped the station as the largest and newest telepad was being charged. Large generators pumping through enormous amounts of wattage to meet its hunger.

"-50%...60%...70%...-" A Metallix unit was dully annotating the control panels.

“Thank you MX-50″ Silver Sonic complimented , arms crossed behind its back and standing in front of the telepad.

 “So far the startup sequence is progressing nominally. I have already chosen several coordinates from tests that returned data previously. Which one shall we visit first?”

MX-50 looks through various options and picks the most intriguing ones.

“-These actually showed sentient beings interact with the beacons. They looked very much like normal Mobians. We ought to take a closer look at them.-”

“Aye, make it so.”

100%....

F-L-A-S-H

On the telepad appeared a transulcant, elliptical form, outstretched from bottom to top of the pad. It had a wavy pattern to it, an out-of-this-world form.

But once something went through... it didn’t come out on the other side.

[pistolbitten-deactivated2022101]

froginvader​:

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[original-silver-sonic]

Pilotpriest - Trans - Entrance

[classicpals]

"Have you ever been exposed to the vacuum of space? It really TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY."

[💎] “Ha-ha, very funny. Where’d you learn that one? Some old joke book?”

[original-silver-sonic]

…..

“Hey Sonic…”

“FFFFFUCK YOUR BAD VIBES Bro!!!”

[original-silver-sonic]

Act 1: A New Era

Death Egg Research Facility, Mobian orbit.

A blue metallix was running through the station, carrying with him top-secret research documents. All scientific data from the latest dimensional teleportation experiments have finally been analysed. The papers were ready for review, and who could do a better job than the main scientist himself?

“-S-Silver Sonic-” One could have sworn the pseudo-Robian was tired. “-The documents you requested- they’re here.-”

A much larger, silver machine looked over as the metallic robot rushed into the laboratory.

“Excellent,” Silver Sonic complimenten while taking the PDA and looking through its contents. “Any dimensions that really stand out?”

“-N-not really to be honest.-” He replied shortly after recomposing himself.

”From data analysis we’ve concluded a surprising amount of alien dimensions are normal.” 

The silver hedgehog looked over at the smaller robot. “Define normal.”

Metallix crossed its arms and rolled its eyes before going off on the following tirade: “-Hm... breathable atmosphere with gas composition and atmospheric pressure like our own. Gravity of approximate 9 meters per second... per second. No large-scale weather data yet but from what we’ve got, temperatures are roughly the same. A smaller, heavenly body orbiting the planet.-”

Silver Sonic began pacing around the room and continued to listen intently. “What about the inhabitants, the natural fauna. Were there any sentient responders?”

“-Many bear a resemblance to Mobians here-.” Metallix answered while putting several inter-dimensional photos on screen. “-Some look very much like well-known Mobians here. There was even a cybernetically agumented human. And they all appear to speak the same language.-”

[original-silver-sonic]

Does your GPU support RTX raytracing?

“RTX Raytracing whatnow? I use a Quantum3D Heavy Metal Mercury brick in 4-way SLI for visual processing.” 

[two-evil-tails]

"Two sells for the price of just one curse!" "What?!"

“Whatcha said!” Tails Doll laughed. “I didn’t know ya had enough guts to deal with me. Heh, I guess they are all hidden behind those cogs inside ya belly!”

// Thank you for reading the rules~~

[original-silver-sonic]

What a... fascinating creature. If all zones held surprises like this Silver Sonic should really learn to keep an open mind.

This... doll? has a vague resemblance to an animal of the Vulpes genus. It also has a peculiar crystal attached to its head via some kind of string. Whatever this robot doll(?) was, it appeared intelligent enough. Maybe somebody made it for entertainment, or to educate about foxes?

“Hmm...” It murmured while craning its head down for a better look, photomultiplier tubes focusing on their target. “There are no available records of something like you at my zone. I would not know when or how to best ‘deal’ with you...” Was the tiny creature suggesting combat?

“Pray tell, what exactly are you?”

[original-silver-sonic]

can you play any instruments?

“Indeed! I play mostly keyboard-instruments. Organ, piano, synthesizer and the likes. I got a wide range of musical devices at my disposal.”

[thegoldentelepath-deactivated20]

"How have you been doing?"

“ I’m adjusting? It’s not been an easy transition but i’ll manage “ 

[original-silver-sonic]

The attempt to start a conversation was a success. Asking how a person was doing has proven itself, clearly.

It appears something drastic has happened in her life. Was she really alright?

“Nobody has a perfect life… and if they did, it would be rather boring, wouldn’t you say? people build a strong character through hard and desperate times… it gives them perspective and strife. If everything always went according to plan, you have nothing to look forward to; - A better time.”

It tried to sound as nice as possible with its limited voice synthesiser. It came out a bit harsh but its the thought that counts.

“I recently met an individual with markings similar to yours, do you mind if I ask a few more questions about their origin and purpose? I am simply curious…”

[absoludreams]

@original-silver-sonic ; ( cont. )

“They remind me of high-tech prison equipment, that is all.”It dully stated without emotion. Used at our own facilities.

“But the mind IS a chaotic place, it can make connections where there are none. Has my question startled you?”

It had never taken a good look at the hedgehog before. (Previous encounter contained too much plants) Those strange markings… they look like the inverse of an other curious creature it spoke with some time ago. His eyes were a golden yellow. Not much a fan of the hairstyle.

“Do they have any purpose aside from aesthetics?”

Silver opens his mouth to respond, but ends up shaking his head first.

“ I… guess your question did startle me a little. But there’s no purpose for the way they look. ”

His brow furrows, trying to figure out the best way to word what he wants to say.

“ Mm… I’m pretty sure I can understand why you made that assumption, though, hahah… They kinda do look like shackles if you look at them in a very specific way. ”

[original-silver-sonic]

“So they are purely for cosmic reasons? interesting.”

The robot kneeled down in front of the hedgehog in order to take a closer look. It was especially interested in the glowing circles on Silver’s palms.

“Those peculiar blue symbols on your hands, I have seen something similar before on a woman. Hers were golden though. What are they for? Are they some kind of tattoo or tribe identification?”

[metallumdash]

"Sup cousin?"

| ᖴIᖇST Oᖴ ᗩᒪᒪ, YOᑌ ᗩᖇᕮ IᑎᖴᕮᖇIOᖇ TO ᗰᕮ. ᒪᕮT’S GᕮT TᕼᗩT OᑌT Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᗯᗩY ᑎOᗯ. |

| SᕮᑕOᑎᗪ Oᖴ ᗩᒪᒪ, ᑎᕮᐯᕮᖇ ᑕᗩᒪᒪ ᗰᕮ ‘ᑕOᑌSIᑎ.’ ᗯᕮ ᗩᖇᕮ ᑎOT ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᖇᕮᒪᗩTᕮᗪ. ᗯᕮ SIᗰᑭᒪY ᕼᗩᐯᕮ Tᕼᕮ Sᗩᗰᕮ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTOᖇ. TᕼᗩT’S TᕼᗩT. |

[original-silver-sonic]

This metal sonic individual has a most peculiar accent. The contents of its phrases mattered more than the harmonics though. The large robot stood firm in spite of the smaller bot’s attitude. Inferior? perhaps... technically, but there was no need to be rude about it. And everybody has specific uses they excel at.

Annoying, but the Silver Series unit kept using a kindred tone.

“I was merely using light slang to ask a kind-hearted question in a relaxed spirit. Perhaps this mannerism, which is unusual for me, has annoyed you?”

“A society can only work when all required jobs are accounted for. Each unit has their own place in the gearbox that IS society. Somebody was needed to build, run and maintain the Death Egg mark III, that be me. You excel at speed, stealth and scout missions.”

“The definition of cousin is that that two individuals share the same grandfather. This is technically correct because our grandfather is Gerald Robotnik, father of our creator.”

Silver Sonic didn’t come from the same zone though... but that was not a concern as long as nobody knew. It was still trying out and refining its inter-zone teleportation technology. it assumed everything was the same between zones, for now.