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Red on Black eyes stare at countless monitors.

A chubby finger points at a fox figure climbing debris.

"Snivley, is this the one you've been telling me about?"

"Yes, Doctor, he's Davey Crockett, the newest Freedom Fighter who's causing such a ruckus as of late."

"Hmmm, Interesting. I've read his file. . .his cunning and resourcefulness matches my own.

Davey steps into a spotlight.

"Stop the presses! His arm! And those eyes! And this record of his! . . . He the mirror image of myself, in a way. I like him already! Hahahahaha!"

As Robotnik laughed, silvery liquid seeped from his left roboticized arm. Packbell quickly placed a pan underneath the drip.

Robotnik leaned forward. "So, Davey Crockett, Mr. King of the Cyber Frontier--heh-heh.
What have you been doing lately?"

"HE'S BEEN DOIN' THIS, ROBUTTNIK!!"

"Gazooks!!!!" "It's Bunnie!" "Her arm!!!"

All three gasped as Bunnie Buns jumped into the camera as she pumped her formerly roboticized left arm over her right in an two-armed obscene gesture. Five seconds later, the monitor flashed blue, then cut to white noise. The "'Hedgehog--Priority One' when lit" lamp flashed loudly.

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"PREPARE TO BE ASSIMILATED! RESISTANCE WILL BE FUTILE!" Davey shouted his battle cry as he leapt into the fray, with a blazing rifle in each arm.

"Wow-whee, Big Daddy!" Bunnie cheered as her limbs morphed from skin to metal. "Show me that there mean streak of yars, sugah!!"

Sonic bounded in and out of the scene, careening on every Swat he sees. "Let's dance rustbuckets, and I don't mean polka!"

"In fact," Sally sprang up to slingshot a paint pellet into a bot's eye, "I believe that Davey here has some appropriate music for this ball. A little of that metal band you've told me about, please?"

"A very fine choice, My Princess." Davey pushed some keys.

The rhythm guitar of the Earth band Metallica blared from some of the Monitor Orbs that happened to be floating by. Sally heard of that band when Davey joined in a bonfire, and mistook a Mobian folk song for "Nothing Else Matters," one of this bands ballads. The lyrics sung--So close, but ever so far/Never guess just how from the start/Forever trust in who we are/And nothing else matters--were quite haunting. This song being played now was about war's effect on the environment and was entitled, "Blackened." She would've liked that song despite the guitars sounding like a swarm of killer bees and vocals that can melt tofu. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear the words over the sound of robot heads exploding.

"Okay, Sonic. I've just got info-dumped that we've got Robotnik's attention. Go to Act Two."

Sonic broke away, Tails follows. The other four paired up: Sally with Bunnie and Davey with Antoine.

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An extendable robotic arm darts in and out, knocking out badniks one by one. It grabs hold of the last one.

"Git ovah heah!!"

Bunnie yanks that last bot in close, right into a bionic dropkick.

"Something Ah picked up from Davey, Sally Girl." She looks at the robot head she's still holding, which has been removed from the body and dripping oil. "Ewww, gross, Ah didn't wanna pick up the 'oil effects.' Hey, check this out, Princess. This heah's a new model."

"You're right, Bunnie. I was wondering what Snivley's been doing lately. He was designing new badniks."

As if to prove her point, another Swat appeared; this one with heat laser for one arm. A paint pellet caused that laser to overload, setting the bot on fire. The two ladies has to get 25 meters between themselves from this robot torch before the fuel systems ignite, exploding the bot in a fireball.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed above them. They looked up. And gasped.

"Oh mah stars, Sally. You weren't kidding."

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Dave zigged when he should've zagged, and that ran him right into an alley of--

"Worker Bots!! Crud!"

Over a hundred robot cats, dogs, foxes, rabbits, and other fauna said in unison, "SURRENDER FREEDOM FIGHTER ON ORDER FROM ROBOTNIK," and advanced like zombies.

Antoine yelped in fright. "You cannot deztroy theez, Misu Crockett!"

Davey backed his partner back into the street. "Maybe I don't have to, Ant. Time to break out the EMP mode." Davey switched rifles to phasers, setting each to Electromagnetic Pulse. Antoine did the same with his one phaser. "This is a great opportunity to beta test Rotor's idea." The two returned to the mecha undead and opened fire. Within moments half of the crowd fell down stunned, the rest took cover behind the fallen ones. "It works, mon ami. Zey are down, but zey are not out!"

Knowing that this wave of bots is kept at bay, the two decided to turn and run to their rondeaux point, Uncle Chuck's hidden lab in Robotroplis, where Sonic and Tails ran off to. They rounded the corner.

And called out to their respective gods.

Now, if it were a perfect world, Antoine and Davey would ask each other about who's name they have just used as a part prayer, part cuss word, since they have never heard of the person the other one shouted out loud: "Destiny? Who the phrack's Destiny?" "I am wondering just who ees zis Jesus Christ person, yes?" Unfortunately, discussions on religion will have to wait, because Davey Crockett and Antoine DeCollette were staring up a giant robotic gargoyle, twenty feet tall with a thirty feet wingspan. And impervious to Electromagnetic Pulse shots.

"Damn. Where's Xanatos when you need him?" Davey ad-libbed as he grabbed a petrified Antoine and booked.

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The hedgehog, with two-tailed fox in tow, made a beeline for Uncle Chuck's hidden base, blowing past any bot unfortunate enough to be in between them and their destination.

Sonic did a bird call, which was answered.

A ramp opened up from a pile of refuse.

Sonic spoke into an intercom, "I made it to Uncle Chuck's. Go to Act Three," and sped inside.

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The ladies got Sonic's message as they were surrounded by Swats, they locked their weapons and prepared to fire.

"Time for a Bunnie Hop, Sally Girl." Bunnie picked up the Princess as her 'robot' legs expand.

One hop and hydraulic jacks propelled the two a quarter mile straight up and several city blocks ahead.

The Swats opened fire on empty air, taking themselves out instead.

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"CROCKETT MOVING ON HOVERBIKE AT 450 KM/HOUR HEADING. . .OH, NO. . .HE'S TAKING DETONATION BOULEVARD!"

Detonation Boulevard was originaly just an ordinary street on Mobotroplis before the coup. Robotnik riddled the place with traps, mines, and enough automated weaponry to turn it into a death trap for living Mobians. It would have been advoided if Davey knew any better and is he hasn't been called in by Sonic at that time.

"I LOVE THIS GAME!!!" Davey shouted as he gunned his bike past Mobius' answer to Purgatory at 625 km/hour with hellfire and brimstone nipping at the afterburner. Antoine screamed in terror. Davey screamed in delight. Just as the billowing flame was about to envelop the two, Davey turned at a right angle into a relatively safer street as the rest of Detonation Boulevard went the way of the Waco Branch Davidian Inferno. "YEEEEE HAAAAAA! WHAT A RUSH!!!" Davey held his arms in victory as Bunnie and Sally landed on the nose section.

"I can't believe you did that, Crockett! Not even Sonic will go near that Street of Death!"

"Nor can anyone else or a while." Davey looked back past a fainted Antoine at 20 blocks of burning city.

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