...through the mysteries of The Void, King Acorn, a banished monarch of a faraway planet called Mobius, finds himself on Planet Earth. There he hires an earthling cyborg named Davey Crockett to go back to Mobius, through The Void, to deliver a message to King Acorn's daughter, Princess Sally, and assist the Freedom Fighters led by Sega of America's number one video game character....FoxFire Studios presents: Sonic The Hedgehog Blood and Metal Alpha By David Gonterman [dgonterman@aol.com] Issue Four; Revision Two and a Half Sonic the Hedgehog (c) Sega of America Davey Crockett and BAM Storyline (c) David Gonterman Cadmen Coon, Melanie Heubercat and Cleo Chameleon (c) Morgan Ingersoll Packbell (c) Brookshire Draftwood Lutherain and Sonia Hedgehog (c) Emily S. Smith Bear (a.k.a. The Hermit) (c) Daniel Davis Mighty Fox (c) Doug Loconti Ratings: [MA-17] Mature Audiences [NPC] Not Politically Correct --------Snapshot from Issue Three-------- Davey, Sonic, and Tails are at Minoc Grove for a supply run and to meet up with Antoine and two Freedom Fighters new to Davey: Melanie and Cleo. Sonic encountered some old sparring partners: Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts. Davey wanted to join in, but was jumped from behind by Packbell, an android loyal to Robotnik, er, make that Snivley for the moment, but has his own agenda. By the time that the Pause button needed to be used, (Am I a bad boy or what :-) Sorry about that, (((***Suni***))) Packbell has Davey in a sleeper hold. When he begin play, we'll fire up the Crockett-Cam [TM], so you'll have a look at what goes on in that built-in heads-up display in Davey's eyes.... /* Crockett-Cam [TM] is now active */ /* Pause is off--Play Resumes*/ Zone Four--Boss: ALERT---UNIT UNDER ATTACK BY: ANDROID DESIGNATE: PACKBELL METHOD OF ATTACK: SUBMISSION HOLD BLOOD FLOW TO CPU RESTRICTED TO 75% REINFORCING NECK REGION TO COMPENSATE... Davey's neck begins to expand under Packbell's arms. The android notices this: "What the Phrack?" BLOOD FLOW STABILIZING BODY BANK STATUS: FULLY CHARGED SUGGESTED PLAN: BREAK PACKBELL'S HOLD SUGGESTED ACTION: JACK HIS JAW PROCESSING... Davey grabbed Packbell's head with both hands, moved that head above his own, and dropped to his posterior. Davey's head got in the way of Packbell's jaw. "OW!" He let one arm go to nurse his chin. DAMAGE TO PACKBELL: 10% BODY BANK STATUS: RECHARGING AT 82% SUGGESTED ACTION: SHOULDER TOSS AMPLIFYING PULSE AND ... PROCESSING... Davey grabbed Packbell again and threw him over his robot shoulder, landing the droid three meters in front of the borg. DAMAGE TO PACKBELL: 15% BODY BANK STATUS: RECHARGING AT 75% SWITCHING TO POWER RIFLE: TARGETING MODE: PACKBELL TARGETED... Davey looked down Packbell through rifle sights, "Deliver me to Sonia in a pizza box, eh? I can't have that, can I? Maybe I should give her your head with that perfume?" He them turned to the other three bots. "I may be new to Mobius, but last time I checked, hazing is a felony." "H-H-How'd you know?" "About the hazing? Scratch, you're addressing someone with one arm in cyberspace, one eye in virtual reality! Anything going through Mobius' Information Superhighway I see and hear omnisciently! Snivley can't even sneeze without me noticing!! In fact, I knew where all four of you were the moment I stepped in here, but I didn't want to make a scene!" "Whoa." "If 'Information is Power'. . . " "Sacre Bleu Cheez! Hez an electronic onmipath!" "Must be awfully crowded in his head." "So you think you're a god, eh?" Packbell's right arm morphs into a gun. "Let's see you die and come back in three days!!" "Go lube yourself, Packie!" Davey opened fire, punching a hole in Packbell's right arm, which flowed back in one piece liquidly. "What the phrack are you?! The T-1000?!?" "Who's the T-1000, rookie?" WARNING--PACKBELL HAS TARGET LOCK SWITCHING POWER RIFLE TO PATRIOT MODE "Never mind. . ." Packbell opened with a barrage of laser fire at Davey, but his return volley took out all of Packbell's shots before they reached a meter. ". . . Private joke." Packbell was impressed. "Your reaction time is non-existent, Dave. Are you perhaps an android like myself?" "Only that anyone even partially robotic are, Packbell." Davey set the rifle on a magnetic strap on his holster belt. "But if you think that I was created artificially, you are dead wrong." Borg and droid charged each other. "My heart is flesh." Davey throws a punch into Packbell's guts. "My spirit, human." An uppercut snaps back the head. "And my mind. . . " Davey lifts Packbell up high above his head. "Beyond comprehension!" He throws his victim into Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts. CURRENT POWER LEVELS INSUFFICIENT IN NEUTRALIZING THREAT: MORE POWER REQUIRED. NEAREST SOURCE: SONIC'S POWER RING "Sonic," Davey shouts with a headlock on Packbell, "pass the ring!" Sonic reaches for the ring and fades back and forth, trying to find a good throwing position. "No good, dude, I'm blocked." "Try for a bank shot . . ." ". . . Off the fountain, behind Antoine, between Scratch and Grounder, nothing but net!" Sonic throws. Packbell frees himself from Davey's hold. Off the Fountain. Sonic gets sacked by Scratch. Davey gives Packbell a good hard kick in the crouch. Every male in the scene holds their own in pain. Behind Antoine. "Yiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!" "I got it!" "No, I got it!" Davey re-grabs his Power Rifle. Between Grounder . . . He reaches for the ring. . . BLAM! . . . Grounder's arm is shot off. . . . and Coconuts. He reaches for the ring. . . BLAM! . . . Coconuts' arm is shot off. Davey scrambles to receive the ring. Packbell tries to block. Davey's left arm gets in Packbell's face as the right arm reaches out for the magical golden hoop . . . ". . . and the catch is . . . . . " "GOOD!!! ALRIGHT, BIG DADDY!! GO RAMS!! GO RAMS!!!" Nova. Packbell gets thrown back. The sound of a tornado. The fur a fiery gold. The eyes a blinding white. NECESSARY POWER LEVEL ACHIEVED TARGETING PACKBELL..... A chant of 'FINISH HIM!' can be heard from the chanting crowd. "SEE YOU IN HELL, PACKIE!" "oh, sh--" Davey pulls the trigger. /* Crockett-Cam [TM] de-activated */ ____________ Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts went to pieces in a lightning bolt half a meter wide coming from that rifle. A burst of oil splattered the air in a 5-meter cubic area. The crowd goes wild! "Crockett Wins!!!! FATALITY!!!" "Crockett!!! Crockett!!! Crockett!!!--" "HOLD IT!!!" The crowd goes silent. "I missed one." Davey points upward. "Whiffer!" Packbell managed to leap to safety at the last nano-second. "Man," Davey says through gritted teeth. "This one's good." "As you are, Crockett!" Packbell fans his smoking rear end. "I finally found a rebel worthy of my talent. We will meet again. . . . . . Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Cyber Frontier. . . " Packbell disappears from sight as Lutherain lands on Davey's shoulder. *The one thing about that one, his ruthlessness knows no bounds. Don't worry, you'll get another chance* *I'm counting on it, Luth.* Davey acknowledges the crowd. "Da Winner, and New Champeen--Davey 'The Cyberfox' Crockett!!!" Sonic gives him a high-five. __________________ Special Stage: Snivley saw the whole battle from his unbelievably large chair in the Robotroplis control room, including the onrushing lightning bolt that was the last thing Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts saw. The monitors they used to occupy are just white noise now. "Good Riddance," Snively said, shutting them off. Then he turns to a panel with a variety of levers and buttons labeled "Roboticizer Override." He strums his fingers on it for a while. "What am I going to do with you, Mr. Crockett?" ________ Packbell took out whatever was the garbage man--I think it was a bear--with a head shot and rummaged through the trash collectibles, throwing out oil-soaked limbs of metal until he got to three CPU cards, one for each of the three bots destroyed by Davey's super power shot. The three chips were barely functional, with a red LCD light flashing on and off showing that it still has a glimmer of life back in it. "What am I going to do with you, Mr. Crockett?" ___________ Zone Five--Act One: When Davey gave Sonia the gift package of perfume, the girl hedgehog thought that it was the nicest thing that ever happened to her. But then she got close and smelled android stench. She growled in rage, "What am I going to do with you, Mr. Crockett?" "Yes, Honey," Davey said with a fake whine. "I had to fight with that son of a bot, but I won, I'll tell you." "Dammit!" She pounds on Davey's roboticized part of his breast. "Dammit-Dammit-Dammit!!! Why, you psycho fox?! He could have killed you!! Why?!?" "He didn't kill me, Suni, as you can see. Packbell must've burned you badly, didn't he?" "You don't know the half of it," Sonia collapses in tears into that chest. "That bastard's already killed every one of my loves, except you. I don't want him to take you away too, Daviiie." As Sonia sobs, Davey's mind flashes to a file he has in his RAM on her. It concerns a deceased squirrel named Brent Packbell. He was as close to Suni as Davey is now, and the two were scheduled to be engaged when they were journeying to Knothole to join Princess Sally's Freedom Fighters. Yet, sadly, that same android Davey just stared down attacked the couple en route, and Brent was killed in the battle. Suni just seemed to wilt afterward. She was very anti-social during that time. Even Lutherain had trouble reaching her, and he's a telepath. It was not before this cyborg human that followed Sally home, who was destined to become the tall orange fox who is Davey Crockett, when Boometia Sonia Madilyn Hedgehog allowed her heart to trust anyone again. "I don't know what you did to her but I can greatly appreciate it, David," Princess Sally once said on the subject. "There seems to be a weight that lifts when she's around you." Davey held his temperamental girlfriend tenderly and whispered into her ear. "I was almost killed by somebody worse than Packbell in my world, and I lived to tell about it. What makes you think that any bot, borg, or droid with a gun and an attitude can finish me off?" "D-David, I must know, d-do you like me?" "Of, course I like you, Sonia." "No, not like that. I m-m-mean . . . do you really . . . like me?" "Oh," Davey pondered. His mind goes back to the times that he tried to get a girlfriend, but due to his crappy social status on Earth, no one of the fairer sex wanted to be near him. All the good ones were taken by the handsome, the strong, the lucky. All that was left for him was the wallflowers and the weirdos. Like the one who wanted him for sex and sex alone; when he said that sex before marriage was just not his thing, she dumped him and cried 'rape' on him. He's sell his soul to the devil for a girl to say what Suni just said, honestly and without manipulation. Fortunately for him, he had a discount in the offer; his soul didn't need to be on the bargaining table--just his left arm, and the dealer was a royal fox. "Sonia, my dear. I have never had a girlfriend in seven years. Trust me on this: It's love. I might be a little too quick on this--" Suni looked into his eyes and began to sparkle--all over her body. The stardust began to surround him too. A 'poof,' and then, Sonia was dressed up as a medieval princess, cone hat and all. Davey's clothes were changed too, into something that resembled what King Acorn wore. "Oh, my prince," she said as the two replaced. "You won my heart." The two lips got close again and this time, they touched. Despite the fact that Sally entered the scene to ask for Davey again. She had the manners to wait for the lovebirds to pry themselves off each other this time. Besides, Davey flashed "Can it wait, Sal?" on his holographic monitor. _________ Zone Five--Act Two: Davey was somewhat disappointed when he saw that his hut appeared to be near completion. He really wanted to help in the construction. "Hey, my friend," Cadmen Coon said from the roof. "It's no problem for us. You've been doin' more with your built-in 24-hour Internet Access than anything we can hack out by hand." "Yeah," Bear added, who just leapt down from above, landing behind Davey. "Even with help." "YIIIIIIIII!!!!" Davey jumped straight up ten feet. "My oh my, David. You're kinda jumpy today. I've never expected you to have 'outsider moods' this soon." Davey paused for breath. "Sorry, Bear. I'm just not used to working with a team. I must confess to being a loner of sorts." "'Team?' Why Davey, the way these people welcome folks, you'll end up thinking they're family in a month. Where's Bunnie?" "Good news, Bear," Mighty said. "The test on her was successful. She was at Rotor's when I went by . . ." "Successful? You mean?" "Come with me, son." _______ As Davey and Bear walked to Rotor's hut, they talked at length about Davey's social life on Earth. Or rather, the lack of one. "It seemed that I have been but on that mudball to piss of as many people as possible. Sooner or later, I'll say something or do something that will offend somebody. I'm sure hat I'll get some of you Mobians mad at me eventually." "Well, piss off the right people; the bad guys." "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, here. However, on my home world, I keep trying to keep myself from losing what few friends I had. Unfortunately, that means keeping to myself, like those bears you've named after." "True. But in my years, and believe me, they are plenty, I found out that even bears need other people every now and then, otherwise they just go nuts. These are good people, these Freedom Fighters, and you are a much better person than you give yourself credit for. They will become your family, David, if you would open up and let them. I think you know that already, by what you're doing to Sonia." "Hmm. I suppose." Bear put his paw on Davey's shoulder. "If you ever need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to see me, okay?" The two stopped by Rotor's hut. "Thanks, Bear." _________ From a distance, Bunnie Buns, a.k.a. Bunnie Rabbot, looked as if she was never been roboticized, but as you looked real close, you will see the hinges and pivot rings that are the tell-tale signs of roboticization, only a lot more subtle. She was frozen in a position where she was taking her pulse in her roboticized arm. Her copiously crying eyes just stare blankly. "She just found her pulse and froze like that," Rotor tried to explain while shaking her. "I can't seem to wake her up." Bear and Davey glanced at each other. "She must be in shock." "Yeah, or by what I call it, 'Systems Lock-Up.'" "You say that as if we can just re-boot her and she'll be fine." "Sure thing, Bear. Here's how:" Davey grabbed an empty bucket, filled it up with water, and threw it at Bunnie. Splash! "Aaachk! Sppputtt! H-Hey! What the hoo-hah!?! Oooooh, Ah'm all wet! How'd ah . . . " "Bunnie, you're back." "What do ya mean, Ro--" She pointed with her left arm. "Oh, ah must've found mah pulse on this arm and . . . ah must've drifted a mile away, Sugar." "I take it you couldn't find your pulse in that arm for quite a while, didn't you, Bunnie?" "Why sho', Davey Dear. It's been three years since Ah got chuck int' th' Roboticizer. Sonic shut that durn thang off mid-way. Oh mah stars, if not for these small grooves, Ah'd think ah was cured!" "Why don't ya just say that you are cured, Bunnie? That bio-genetic limbs you've got now is identical in nature to the body you were born with." "Are you thinking what Ah'm thinking, Davey Dear?" "We show your new bod to th' public next time we fight the Badniks." "And when Snivley looks at littl' ol' me and finds out about all this." She struck a pose. "The Quicktime Video of that pusbag crapping his pants will be as priceless as the Simpson murder cartoon!" "Ooooooo, Davey Dear, you can be a devil at times!" Davey smiles mischievously with a chuckle that will strike fear in that ersatz despot mentioned. ___________ Zone Five--Act Three: In another time, on another planet, a console lights up with activity. A long-haired mouse dressed in black studies it, then smiles. "King Acorn, I have something." The squirrel who sent Davey Crockett to Mobius went up to the young mouse. "What is it, Jonathan?" "Satellites has picked up a transmission from outer space. The source is unknown. I'm piping it in now." The message contained four words: For a Free Mobius. "It's Crockett!!" King Acorn exclaimed. "He's made it safely to Knothole! This is good news, my friend. Now the archives will come. His robot part is programed to gather news, intelligence and an occasional letter from Sally--I hope--to here. We can trace those transmissions to its source--the planet Mobius--and when we do . . . " "We can program the stargate to that destination and send you back home!" "Exactly. Do you have the trace program running." "Way ahead of you, sir. It's sniffing out our man even as we speak. It's might take a while, tho'" "I guess. Good thing these programs can work by themselves." "Yeah." The mouse named Jonathan Brisby leaves the console. "The program'll beep us when we find him. There's no need to constantly keep an eye on it. I was going out on the town in a few minutes, when we caught Davey's transmission. Feel like shooting the breeze with me, Sire? I wanted to show you the sights of Saint Louis anyway." "So you did, son, you did. I heard the rumors about your nights Jonathan Brisby. They could get kinda wild at times." "W-well . . . heh-heh . . . " JB gave a nervous grin. "Oh well, somebody's gotta keep an eye on you." "Alright!!" JB stood up and threw up some smoke. He changed into a black magician's tuxedo--complete with top hat and cape--right before King Acorn's eyes. "And now, something for you, your majesty." He drew a wand from his sleeve. "Something royal . . ." He waved it before the squirrel, who was changed into a white and purple tux of his own. King Acorn smiles in approval. "Your magic really comes in handy, JB. I sure have a use for you back home." "Think nothing of it, sir. It ain't every day someone entertains royalty. Maybe I'll hook you up with somebody. . . " "I'd love to, son, but I'm married." "Oh, well, more girls for me, then. I haven't found my Minnie yet." The mouse magician sighs. "Don't be upset, Jonathan," King Acorn said as he closed the door behind him, just before the console flashed something on a deceased Queen Acorn. "You'll find your true love. Someday." __________ Jonathan Brisby was my first cartoon character. A cross between Mickey Mouse and Fievel Mousekewitz, who was my invisible friend for over a decade, until I did a strip on him for a college newsletter. If you want to see it, feel free to E-Mail me. I'm planning to do a Web page on him someday. Oh, by the way, for Don Bluth detail sticklers. I know that this JB is named after a character in Mr. Bluth's first movie, 'The Secret of NIMH,' and for a good reason: This JB is that JB's great-grandson, right down to the amulet! And as you will see, JB's heritage that dates back to the National Institute of Mental Health does have an effect on this present generation. Stay on-line to find out how? By the way, by the time you're reading this, the Blood and Metal World Wide Web Page is up and running!!!!!! Continuously updated and added as new stories are added, this is the official place to be up to date on BAM and the other related stories, even before AOL approves these stories for the archives. You will also find data sheets and FAQ files on original characters like Davey Crockett, and coming soon, Jonathan Brisby--I did tell you that this page will be continuously updated, did I? Here's the URL address for the BAM-WWW page: [http://users.aol.com/dgonterman/home.htm] Okay, for Issue Five . . . I may have to slow down a bit to find out a good plot at this point. I'm glad to have whoever's playing our main hedgehog writing out a di--check that--journal (Hey, Sonic, use 'Log.' It's that much cooler. Gives it the Star Trek look) with me in it. I can use it as a plot device. There Bunnie will make Snivley take a dump (and without a roll of toilet paper in sight. Phew!), Mr. Crockett shows Uncle Chuck why he made the Roboticizer in the first place, and Robotnik makes his BAM debut. . . sorta. . . read Sonic's journal and find out. As always, feel free to E-Mail me and tell me what you think. Flames will be ignored. Here's my address: [dgonterman@aol.com], unless you're really going to flame me after all, in that case, my address is [jackmeoff@goto.hell].