Protocol Cy-Fox v1.0 (Sonic AU)
Posted: 2017-08-02 11:32am
Special Note
Protocol Cy-Fox itself is not meant to gain profits. It is a derivative work on the Sonic the Hedgehog series which is a combination of video games, television shows, comic books and music developed by several companies. Credit for the core foundation that Protocol Cy-Fox derives from is to be given primarily to SEGA and Archie Comics and those connected in development of that foundation.
Protocol Cy-Fox is meant to be freely readable and distributed with no expectation of payment. If you see it being offered for sale, it is likely without authorization. This may possibly change in the future, and announcements will be made accordingly by the author if this occurs.
Prologue
Mobian Space Navy Central Yard
Aeronautical Sector
Mobotropolis, Republic of Mobius
September 8, 2115
Mobotropolis (AP) – The Mobian Space Navy is hosting a special conference at its Central Yard later today to provide a public forum so that the previously classified events that occurred in the Battle of the ARK revolving around the development and deployment of the Republic’s first combat cyborg can be disclosed and discussed. This cyborg is of special interest because its identity is that of Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower, the son of Field Marshal Amadeus Prower who laid the framework for the creation of the Republic thirty years ago.
Lieutenant Commander Prower was thought to have been killed in action defending the Earth orbiting space station from the Soldiers of Acorn. In reality, he had survived near-mortal injuries with the daring decision of Dr. Maria Robotnik, a name that will soon join her famous grandfather Professor Geralt Robotnik as an authority in a scientific specialty. Lieutenant Commander Prower, Dr. Robotnik, Professor Robotnik as well as others are giving testimony before a board chaired by the Mobian Space Navy’s Chief of Naval Operations, Admiral Kyle W. Bolton. The Associated Press will be publishing live updates and more detailed articles while various news providers will also be covering the conference.
1500 Hours (3:00 PM) – Republic Eastern Coastal Time
“This hearing has multiple purposes,” Admiral K.W. Bolton said, his voice carrying to wall-mounted speakers as well as wireless earpieces worn by various attendees. The grey Mobian cat’s blue eyes slid on another Mobian who stood in front of a table before the committee’s raised bench. The standing Mobian was a gold and white furred fox-type, his stance straight and to guidelines. He wore the same charcoal grey jacket, black shirt and white tie that Bolton did, though the shoulder boards only featured two full white stripes, a single dashed stripe also of white and a single gold star.
On the fox’s chest was a nametag that simply said “Prower” on the left, small medal ribbons on the right. The Mobian National Service Medal, which all that joined the Republic’s armed services received on completion of enlisted or officer training, the Superintendent’s Ribbon for placing top in academy class, the Anti-Piracy Patrol Ribbon with tiny gold oaks for taking part on several successful patrols and finally the Earth Orbital Support Ribbon for serving aboard the ARK.
The fox flexed the fingers of both hands within his white gloves, the only sign of frustration with idleness that he showed while maintaining his stance. Even his two gold, white tipped tails were still and uncurled. Almost perfect control was present, its source likely undetectable if it wasn’t for his glowing deep blue eyes. He kept his eyes on Bolton as the cat spoke again.
“Firstly, this will be an unprecedented public debriefing of Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower currently of the Reserve Fleet. Lieutenant Commander Prower was formerly a division officer overseeing the Space Navy’s electronic warfare division aboard the Space Station ARK. This debriefing will assist the public and our allied organizations in understanding the events that led to then Lieutenant Prower’s transformation and the Battle of the ARK firsthand.” Bolton bowed his head and picked up the stylus to his tablet. “You may consider yourself at ease while speaking, Lieutenant Commander. You have the freedom to sit as well of course. This will take some time, spare your back.”
“Thank you Admiral,” Prower maintained his stance with a nod of acknowledgement before continuing. “and I appreciate your concern for my back but with my current condition I am able to maintain this stance for an indefinite amount of time.”
That earned Prower a twitch of the left ear from Admiral Bolton and a very quick smile of amusement. However, from the human woman sitting at the table behind the lieutenant, he had gotten a smoldering stare. She had medium length blonde hair, pale skin and touched up red lips, wearing a white labcoat over blue blouse and black slacks that was tight against her curvy figure.
“Sit down Miles.” The woman commanded quietly. The fox turned his head, then his body entirely to face her, blinking slowly. He circled around the front of the table and took the empty seat to her right. Once he had settled down, he was conscious of her right arm sliding under his left shoulder, hand closing around his own. They looked at each other before Bolton interrupted with a small chuckle.
“I will leave that to Dr. Robotnik to qualify your statement.” The cat tapped at his computer with his stylus. “To start, I will explain the lieutenant commander’s career to date. Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower joined the Mobian Space Navy at the age of 14 through the Space Navy’s Accelerated Midshipman Program. He graduated in the class of 2110 with the Superintendent’s Ribbon which bestowed the commissioning rank of sub-lieutenant grade instead of ensign. He was placed with the destroyer RMSS Flynn as its junior EW division officer. He became department head for electronic warfare with in 2112, served aboard the battleship RMSS Warspite with a promotion to lieutenant in 2114 and then finally Space Station ARK in December that same year.”
The fox’s ears raised as he felt collective stares of the spectators and heard quiet expressions of impressment. His nose and face began to flush hotly. You could take most of the original body of a Mobian away and replace it or couple it with bionics, but the core personality would remain. Even here after his experience, nearing his twenty-third birthday, Prower tried to stay in the background. Now he was at the center of attention. His fingers tensed again, audibly. The hand itself certainly looked like a normal Mobian fox hand down to the slowly darkening gold hue of the fur from solar exposure. But on the inside, it was mainly robotic. He had entered the service one hundred percent organic and was now sixty percent. He slowly swiveled his eyes from right to left, names coming up at each person he focused his attention on, imposed over them in neat little boxes.
“So the ARK is where we would likely begin.” Bolton said. Miles reached out and closed his fingers against the edge of the table and shook his head.
“Respectfully Admiral, if you wish to understand the whole story, I should start earlier.” Prower said, before looking over at the woman.
“Very well then. There are from what I understand personal entanglements that might be of interest. You may however omit anything you consider to be personally inappropriate or privileged.” Bolton said, setting the stylus down and folding his hands together. “Do you have any objections Dr. Robotnik?”
“I do not, as a matter of fact coordinating with the commander I might be able to fill in some gaps myself.” The woman replied with a tilt of her head before an adjustment of her thin, titanium framed glasses.
Prower gave her a final, soft squeeze of the hand before setting his elbows on the table, bridging his fingers much like Bolton before beginning to speak.
And so it began.
Protocol Cy-Fox itself is not meant to gain profits. It is a derivative work on the Sonic the Hedgehog series which is a combination of video games, television shows, comic books and music developed by several companies. Credit for the core foundation that Protocol Cy-Fox derives from is to be given primarily to SEGA and Archie Comics and those connected in development of that foundation.
Protocol Cy-Fox is meant to be freely readable and distributed with no expectation of payment. If you see it being offered for sale, it is likely without authorization. This may possibly change in the future, and announcements will be made accordingly by the author if this occurs.
Prologue
Mobian Space Navy Central Yard
Aeronautical Sector
Mobotropolis, Republic of Mobius
September 8, 2115
Mobotropolis (AP) – The Mobian Space Navy is hosting a special conference at its Central Yard later today to provide a public forum so that the previously classified events that occurred in the Battle of the ARK revolving around the development and deployment of the Republic’s first combat cyborg can be disclosed and discussed. This cyborg is of special interest because its identity is that of Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower, the son of Field Marshal Amadeus Prower who laid the framework for the creation of the Republic thirty years ago.
Lieutenant Commander Prower was thought to have been killed in action defending the Earth orbiting space station from the Soldiers of Acorn. In reality, he had survived near-mortal injuries with the daring decision of Dr. Maria Robotnik, a name that will soon join her famous grandfather Professor Geralt Robotnik as an authority in a scientific specialty. Lieutenant Commander Prower, Dr. Robotnik, Professor Robotnik as well as others are giving testimony before a board chaired by the Mobian Space Navy’s Chief of Naval Operations, Admiral Kyle W. Bolton. The Associated Press will be publishing live updates and more detailed articles while various news providers will also be covering the conference.
1500 Hours (3:00 PM) – Republic Eastern Coastal Time
“This hearing has multiple purposes,” Admiral K.W. Bolton said, his voice carrying to wall-mounted speakers as well as wireless earpieces worn by various attendees. The grey Mobian cat’s blue eyes slid on another Mobian who stood in front of a table before the committee’s raised bench. The standing Mobian was a gold and white furred fox-type, his stance straight and to guidelines. He wore the same charcoal grey jacket, black shirt and white tie that Bolton did, though the shoulder boards only featured two full white stripes, a single dashed stripe also of white and a single gold star.
On the fox’s chest was a nametag that simply said “Prower” on the left, small medal ribbons on the right. The Mobian National Service Medal, which all that joined the Republic’s armed services received on completion of enlisted or officer training, the Superintendent’s Ribbon for placing top in academy class, the Anti-Piracy Patrol Ribbon with tiny gold oaks for taking part on several successful patrols and finally the Earth Orbital Support Ribbon for serving aboard the ARK.
The fox flexed the fingers of both hands within his white gloves, the only sign of frustration with idleness that he showed while maintaining his stance. Even his two gold, white tipped tails were still and uncurled. Almost perfect control was present, its source likely undetectable if it wasn’t for his glowing deep blue eyes. He kept his eyes on Bolton as the cat spoke again.
“Firstly, this will be an unprecedented public debriefing of Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower currently of the Reserve Fleet. Lieutenant Commander Prower was formerly a division officer overseeing the Space Navy’s electronic warfare division aboard the Space Station ARK. This debriefing will assist the public and our allied organizations in understanding the events that led to then Lieutenant Prower’s transformation and the Battle of the ARK firsthand.” Bolton bowed his head and picked up the stylus to his tablet. “You may consider yourself at ease while speaking, Lieutenant Commander. You have the freedom to sit as well of course. This will take some time, spare your back.”
“Thank you Admiral,” Prower maintained his stance with a nod of acknowledgement before continuing. “and I appreciate your concern for my back but with my current condition I am able to maintain this stance for an indefinite amount of time.”
That earned Prower a twitch of the left ear from Admiral Bolton and a very quick smile of amusement. However, from the human woman sitting at the table behind the lieutenant, he had gotten a smoldering stare. She had medium length blonde hair, pale skin and touched up red lips, wearing a white labcoat over blue blouse and black slacks that was tight against her curvy figure.
“Sit down Miles.” The woman commanded quietly. The fox turned his head, then his body entirely to face her, blinking slowly. He circled around the front of the table and took the empty seat to her right. Once he had settled down, he was conscious of her right arm sliding under his left shoulder, hand closing around his own. They looked at each other before Bolton interrupted with a small chuckle.
“I will leave that to Dr. Robotnik to qualify your statement.” The cat tapped at his computer with his stylus. “To start, I will explain the lieutenant commander’s career to date. Lieutenant Commander Miles Prower joined the Mobian Space Navy at the age of 14 through the Space Navy’s Accelerated Midshipman Program. He graduated in the class of 2110 with the Superintendent’s Ribbon which bestowed the commissioning rank of sub-lieutenant grade instead of ensign. He was placed with the destroyer RMSS Flynn as its junior EW division officer. He became department head for electronic warfare with in 2112, served aboard the battleship RMSS Warspite with a promotion to lieutenant in 2114 and then finally Space Station ARK in December that same year.”
The fox’s ears raised as he felt collective stares of the spectators and heard quiet expressions of impressment. His nose and face began to flush hotly. You could take most of the original body of a Mobian away and replace it or couple it with bionics, but the core personality would remain. Even here after his experience, nearing his twenty-third birthday, Prower tried to stay in the background. Now he was at the center of attention. His fingers tensed again, audibly. The hand itself certainly looked like a normal Mobian fox hand down to the slowly darkening gold hue of the fur from solar exposure. But on the inside, it was mainly robotic. He had entered the service one hundred percent organic and was now sixty percent. He slowly swiveled his eyes from right to left, names coming up at each person he focused his attention on, imposed over them in neat little boxes.
“So the ARK is where we would likely begin.” Bolton said. Miles reached out and closed his fingers against the edge of the table and shook his head.
“Respectfully Admiral, if you wish to understand the whole story, I should start earlier.” Prower said, before looking over at the woman.
“Very well then. There are from what I understand personal entanglements that might be of interest. You may however omit anything you consider to be personally inappropriate or privileged.” Bolton said, setting the stylus down and folding his hands together. “Do you have any objections Dr. Robotnik?”
“I do not, as a matter of fact coordinating with the commander I might be able to fill in some gaps myself.” The woman replied with a tilt of her head before an adjustment of her thin, titanium framed glasses.
Prower gave her a final, soft squeeze of the hand before setting his elbows on the table, bridging his fingers much like Bolton before beginning to speak.
And so it began.