Resitance (Not Based On the RP)

[Hakuzo NightFox]

Well, I finally re-read and finished the first story Arc. Great job so far, I think I seen only one error on chapter 5 somewhere. Other than that, I hope to start on the next Arc here soon.

[Hakuzo NightFox]

“How very convenient,” he sat out load,

TYPO alert!

Also, I am part way through this part as of right now. Keep up the work and I expect to see more! I also have no advice I can share right now either... I hope I can keep up with the newer parts to catch possible typos.

[Hakuzo NightFox]

“The doctor told him he had to stay of his feet for a couple weeks. He’s not too happy about it, let me tell ya,” the violet-furred dog said, giving a quick wink.

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As expected from someone of her temper-especially one who had been overpowered by a Mobian chipmunk who was barely an adult-t he vulpine was absolutely furious about Shrapnel being at her desk.

Sorry for even a triple post but here's another set of two typos, Off in the first line and The being spaced out on the second one.

Well, I've read over all of this thus far, and I find it funny that the team is using the Klawzax unit's own doctors against them .

I do have a question though, I'm still trying to figure out how the Meteor hammer works, because from the descriptions in this part of the story, it doesn't sound like a Normal hammer but something a bit different.

[Agent Blaire Fields]

Glad you like my fic, Hakuzo. I never realized I had that many typos.

Actually, the O.R.D has it's own doctor-who will be revealed in coming arcs.

And you're right about Chester's Meteor Hammer working different then a regular hammer. Here's a pic of a meteor hammer for comparision:

[Hakuzo NightFox]

This weapon closely resembles a medieval thrown weapon, that I can't remember the name of... (its Late and I've been up to long... )

[DeborahHedgehog]

Sorry about my negligence here. I'm slowly beginning to catch up.

My thoughts on Infiltration Part 5.

Great continuation of this story. It's interesting to imagine why a Freedom Fighter group would ever consider fighting FOR Robotnik instead of against him. I like the details about appearances, surroundings, and the overall toughness of the FF groups in this fic.

I'm also interested in finding out more about the motives of the Klowzaxx group.


I'll continue commenting as I move along.

Looking pretty good!

[DeborahHedgehog]

Thoughts on Infiltration part 6.

Really great storytelling! You are good at describing fight scenes of which I don't know if I could pull off since I have never written one before.

I like how this story is coming along thus far. It's an interesting point of view, to be sure!

And of course, the glimpse of Sonic at the end is like icing on the cake!

I love my Blue Blur!

Great job!

[Agent Blaire Fields]

Thanks guys, glad you're all enjoying this.

And it's time for a new chapter! I had to rewrite this chapter, seeing as how things got a little......screwy. Though, some of the scenes and dialouge are left pretty much intact, but the ordering of things is a bit different. Anyway, enjoy!

VANTAGE POINT: ]Part One

This was the end…

It was supposed to be a simple mission, an in-and-out job for Agent Meryl Hefree. The coyote, a magenta-furred creature, had been assigned to retrieve an object a fellow agent had dropped-it was near the entrance of Robotropolis that the item had been lost. Nothing big. She would have been done in no time flat.

If only she didn’t have to walk right above the Klawzax Unit headquarters.

The first sign things were going to go wrong came in the form of a certain Red Fox. Lieutenant Scarlett Cyphon had stood on top of that mound, her face the very picture of someone bored out of their skull. And why not? After all, of all the things she hated, guard duty was certainly one of them-though that was rather low on that list.

The second sign Meryl received that things were not going to end well appeared as a pair of green eyes suddenly locked onto her. The coyote had let out a small gasp, backing up a single foot.

And then there was the third, and last sign. This came as the sensation of cold steel tearing through soft flesh, done without any reason or rhyme. The blade broke vital blood vessels, and sent white-hot pain coursing through the magenta-furred Mobian’s body.

Meryl no time to gasp again-in fact, she had no time to make any sound whatsoever, not even one of protest. It all happened so fast. And when it was all over, the coyote did not take the time to even glance at her wound. What she did instead, was to stare right at Scarlett, her face locked in a questioning form.

And the question she showed in her eyes was one that could be condensed into a single word: Why?

But the sight of Scarlett turning around-the coyote managed to get a glimpse of a satisfactory grin on that white muzzle-led Meryl to believe that she was not going to get the answer she so desired to that query. And as she sank to her knees, the world around her beginning to grow dark, the Mobian could only stare in silence.

“How….why……how did this happen…..?
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Most Mobians would have succumbed to death then and there. But not Meryl, oh no. She figured the least she could do was to save her fellow agents the trouble of mounting a search party to look for her-and save them from the same fate as her.

And as she made her way to the Oakland Resistance Division Headquarters, the canine knew in her heart that this was the end. Yet she wasn’t going to let death come so easily to her, at least not before she reached the O.R.D Headquarters.

Her breathing shallow, the coyote made her way to a rather large stone slab surrounded by a circle of oaks-the hidden entrance of the Division. Meryl made her way to a group of lianas hanging from the nearest tree. She wrapped a paw around one of them, and weakly pulled the vine in a westward diagonal motion.

Had things been acting on her strength alone, Meryl would most likely not have pulled that slab open. But thanks to the help of several pulleys, the coyote was able to unveil the entrance to the Oakland Resistance Division. Pausing only when a choking fit hit her, the magenta Mobian slowly made her way down the limestone stairway of the torch-lined cavity.

It was quite fortunate that the Director’s office was so close to the entrance-the infirmary too, was just down the hall west of the foyer, yet Meryl knew that going there would be hopeless. She knew well that her chances for survival were completely nill.

However, such a fact did not concern the coyote in the least. All she cared about right now was getting to the Director’s Office. And as she felt her life slipping away like water on the back of a duck…she did. A wooden door, the timber sanded into a smooth surface, brass knob polished to a fine luster, stared back at her.

“Please be in your office,” the dying coyote wished, raising a clenched fist. She rapped the door with her knuckles, hoping her mental request would be granted.

“Come in,” a voice beckoned her, the tone of which could only be Director Alan Retroden’s.

“Thank goodness,”

Trying to ignore the fact that her field of vision was steadily decreasing, Meryl forced the door open. Inside was the director, as she knew, and fellow agent Fern Stryfont. The Golden Retriever had been giving the Sea Otter the instructions of her mission that day, when they both noticed Meryl entering the room.

Fern was the first to notice the gaping wound in the coyote’s chest. Eyes wide in worry, the otter rushed over to her friend’s side. “Meryl! What happened?”

The magenta-furred coyote’s head swayed in a circular motion as she spoke, eyesight dimming. “Scarlett…got…me…didn’t even…. let me try to…defend myself….” she told them, choking in-between words.

“Fern,” Director Retroden said suddenly, standing up out of his chair. “Get someone from the infirmary right away!” The canine was quite concerned-Meryl was a great agent and too loose her would be a tragedy to the division.

But the coyote merely shook her head as it was cradled in Fern’s arms. “N-no…It’s...far…too…late… for…me….” she managed to say, as the mist of death slowly began to cloud those coffee brown eyes of the canine’s. But even in the midst of it all, Meryl could not help but crack a smile.

“It......it…was…a…pleasure…working…with…you…all…”

“Meryl…” Fern began, though she knew now her words would make no difference. “You can’t die. You have far too much to live for.”

Silence. Not a word, not a breath, not a sound slipped from Meryl’s mouth. Fern glanced down at the taciturn coyote, and noticed that her eyes were shut tight in death’s slumber, confirming the otter’s suspicions. With but a sigh of sorrow, the brown-furred Mobian turned to Director Retroden for guidance as she tried to fight the tears that threatened to seep out.

“Too lose such a skilled and loyal member…” Alan began with a mournful tone, walking up to the two Mobians. “This is truly a tragedy. I shall arrange to have her taken downstairs to the morgue as soon as possible. Fern…”

“Yes sir?”

“Find a couple of agents. Tell them they are to go to Robotropolis and retrieve an item one agent left behind-a portable GPS system, one of the few we have on hand. Also,” the director made sure to stress this last point to the best of his ability.

“Make sure to tell them to be extremely careful when passing the Klawzax Unit headquarters, and let them know what happened to Meryl. I want to prevent as many unnecessary deaths between my agents as possible.”

“Right away director,” the Sea Otter replied, as she gently set Meryl’s body down.

“For some reason, I’m getting a bad omen all of a sudden.”

And in truth, the teal-furred otter was feeling a bit worrisome, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was making her so anxious all of a sudden. Could it have something to do have Meryl’s death, she wondered. Quite possibly, though she had no way of knowing for sure…

[Hakuzo NightFox]

Great to see more now, I was wondering when you where going to put up more .

[Agent Blaire Fields]

VANTAGE POINT: Part Two

It was just Blaire and Chester in their team room that day. With Aurora on a solo mission in a faraway town, and Drake still on bed rest, that left half the quartet to just sit and wait for an order to be given to them.

In the meanwhile, Chester decided to start a conversation, in hopes that chatting with Blaire would help to pass the time. “Do you remember my older sister?” the Alpine Chipmunk asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blaire tilted her head to one side and asked. “You mean Macy? Yes, I remember her. She left Oakland shortly after you became an O.R.D. agent. ”

“Well, I just got a letter from her this morning. She wrote that she had a new fiancé.”

At that statement, a large smile made her way across the Siberian Husky’s lavender muzzle-it warmed her heart to now that even in these tough times, Mobians still tried to lead semi-normal lives. “Why that’s great! She deserves some congratulations, I’d say.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought. That’s why I was a bit late-trying to write a letter congratulating her. She even asked me if I wanted to come to the wedding. I wrote that I’d be only too happy to.”


“And when is the wedding being held?” the violet-furred canine inquired, to which Chester simply shrugged.

“They haven’t set a date yet. Though, they are considering-“

All at once, the tell-tale sound of someone knocking on wood could be heard from outside. Knowing someone was at the door, Blaire-in the middle of pulling out the container containing her chocolate mints-practically leapt from her seat and ran towards the entrance of the room. A few seconds later, a gloved paw wrapped around the bronze knob, the door opening as the knob was twisted.

“Fern!” the violet furred dog cried out, a bright smile lining her lavender muzzle. “What brings you here?”

Instead of returning the grin however, the teal-furred Sea Otter simply looked towards the husky with a rather disconsolate look.

“Fern?” Blaire muttered, a slight look of confusion on her face.

“Meryl’s dead.”

“Meryl Hefree?” Chester inquired, taking a step forward, one arm outstretched slightly. He stood in that pose for a moment, his mouth agape in shock. With a twist of his head, almost as if there was some sort of switch located in his neck, the program it was attached to partially controlling his movements, he soon snapped out of his alarm, however, and continued to head over to Fern.

“How, what happened?” the mint green Mobian asked, his words the exact ones Blaire-who at moment was standing there with a mournful look on her violet-furred countenance-had floating around in the pool of her mind.

Fern was quick to reply. “She was killed thanks to a chest wound inflicted by Scarlett. However, she actually did survive long enough to get back here.”

At that statement, a hard scowl appeared on Blaire features. “Oh, is that what happened, is it? The Klawzax Unit is quite the bunch of hypocrites. They say that we all should follow Dr. Robotnik’s rule to prevent the lives of Mobians from being destroyed. Yet, they kill those who do not follow their ideals. And to kill someone like Meryl, who was not only a great agent, but a friend to all...” turning around, the canine paused for a moment, as she tried to calm herself down.

“And that’s not all,” the wolf suddenly said.

“What do you mean?” Chester inquired.

“I mean,” the Sea Otter began. “Is that there was another reason I’m here at your door. You see, the boss asked me to find a couple of agents to give a mission to-the very same one Meryl was assigned to.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Blaire asked, now adopting a business air about her.

“It’s quite simple, really. You see, an agent brought along one of the few portable GPS Systems we had on a mission. However, the guy kind of lost the item near the entrance of Robotropolis.”

“And we have to retrieve it, I take it?” the violet-furred Mobian inquired.

“Precisely.”

“In that case,” Blaire turned to the mint green chipmunk standing next to her. “Come on Chester. We have a job to do.”

“Righto Blaire,” the young Mobian said, giving a quick salute. But as the two began to leave, Fern grabbed Blaire’s shoulder with surprising quickness.


The purple Siberian Husky looked at the otter with extreme puzzlement showing on her visage. “Fern…what?”

“I’m coming with you,” the teal-furred Mobian stated, a smirk on her grey-furred muzzle.

“Now Fern, you don’t need to-“ Blaire began, before she was cut off by the Sea Otter.

“Now, now, Blaire. I understand where you’re coming from. But with Aurora on a mission in another town and Drake still out of commission, I think an extra set of paws would help a lot.”

“You have a point there Fern,” the canine stated. “And even though my team can still be successful without a couple members-heck, we’ve even had plenty of solo missions in our time! But, a bit of help from a member of another team isn’t something I’m going to shun. Think you’re up for it?”

The Sea Otter shrugged her shoulders. “Eh, it’s supposed to be a rather simple job-provided we stay as far away from the Klawzax Unit headquarters as possible.”

“That’s going to be a bit difficult to do,” Chester pointed out. “We’ve tried to go around many a time. Sometimes it works, usually it doesn’t.”

“Either way, let’s hope all goes well on this assignment. I suggest we all watch our backs on this mission.” Blaire stated, sighing deeply.
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“You…you just killed her right off? You didn’t even give her a chance to defend herself?”

“Were you not listening to a word I said? That was only half right. Yes, I didn’t give her a chance to defend herself. However, she somehow managed to survive my attack.”

Agent Rusty Lamogren sat opposite of Scarlett Cyphon at the latter’s desk, the two discussing recent events that had transpired that morning. But this surprisingly friendly conversation between them didn’t start out with an equally friendly wave and ‘hello’. No, things began very differently indeed.

It had all started when Commander Raxton had asked Rusty to relieve Scarlett from her guard duty. However, the rabbit soon found out that the Red Fox had abandoned her post, as would be expected of her. Rusty, quite nervous in the presence of the Lieutenant, approached her with a feeling of foreboding.

“Lieutenant,” he began, barely remembering what good it would do to call Scarlett by her title. Upon hearing his voice, the red-furred canine turned around to look at Rusty. The lagomorph crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that whatever Scarlett did to him would not be too merciless.

He was most certainly not prepared for what came next.

The rabbit had expected Scarlett to come at him, sword flashing, eyes burning with baleful hatred. And if not that, then there was always the chance of her giving him a murderous glare. However, the Red Fox did neither of the two. Instead, she turned her head, one eyebrow raised. And, not one hint of malicious intent shone in those emerald green eyes.

For a while, all was quiet between the two Mobians as they stared each other down. It was Scarlett who broke the silence, her voice full not of anger, but it was one that could have very easily been used by someone who was quite proud of someone.

“That brain of yours finally decided to do its job, huh Rusty?”

“Huh?” the lagomorph asked, quite offended by that remark-of course, for the benefit of his health, he decided not to say anything about that.

“I can’t remember the last time you actually referred to me by my title,” Scarlett explained.

“Actually, that was only a week ago, I believe. You probably don’t remember because you couldn’t hear me over your talk of how I never call you ‘Lieutenant.’ This talk happened to happen after I mistakenly forgot to refer to you by your title, as I have a tendency to do,” Rusty thought to himself, inwardly rolling his eyes.

“So, what is it you wish to ask of me?” the fox had inquired, eventually leading into the conversation the two were now having. And in this present moment, Rusty continued their talk;

“So, why exactly did you kill that coyote anyway?”

“I was given a direct order by Raxton himself to slaughter any and all O.R.D Agents that come by here. That, and I was bored. I hate guard duty,” Scarlett said with a sigh, resting her chin on her paw. As she thought about this, however, the red-furred Mobian was suddenly struck with a delightfully evil idea.

“Say Agent Rusty,” Scarlett began, rising up out of her chair. “How would you like to take over the job of Base Guard?”

At that request, the brown rabbit took a step back. “Um, thanks for the offer, Scar-I mean Lieutenant, but I don’t think I’d be any good at it.”

“Nonsense!” Scarlett cried, gently pushing the lagomorph out of the room. “I’m sure you’ll be just grand at it!”

“But I…”

However, Scarlett did not hear the rest of Rusty’s protest, for at that moment, she shoved him out of the room. As she slammed the door behind her, the fox then proceeded to turn on her heels and leaned against the wall, letting a deep, prolonged sigh escape her.

“Now why on Mobius didn’t I think of doing that before? Rusty’s the perfect victim for this kind of ‘torture’-weak, extremely obedient, fearful. It makes perfect sense! And now, I can relax while I try and think of a way to take down a certain Siberian Husky. And maybe…”

The fox allowed a sinister smirk to cross her white snout. “Maybe even the entire Division.”
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[Agent Blaire Fields]

VANTAGE POINT: Part Three

A few trees were scattered around the area, most evergreen pines. Most were no taller than seven feet. But there was one…It was a grand twenty-footer. The needles were a deep and healthy shade of green, owing to its long life. The branches were thick and sturdy, with not one sliver of bark peeling from them. It was an imposing object, one that few Mobians would have the courage to try and scale it.

And Chester was one of those few.

The chipmunk was a superb climber, having been scale objects ever since he was a toddler who had managed to climb out of his play pen. He could scale brick walls with little difficulty and without the use of climbing equipment. Like Blaire with her Cyrokinesis, Aurora with her speed, and Drake with his strength, climbing came naturally to him.

As of this very moment, Chester had halfway ascended up that pine. Blaire had asked him to serve as a lookout, a job which the Alpine Chipmunk was more than happy to do upon sighting the pine tree. As he climbed, Chester accidently disturbed a nest-one full of the feral versions of his own species. The small chipmunks scattered over to the furthest branches, shocked at the sight of this giant version of them.

“Heh, you’d think they’d never seen the Mobian form of themselves before,” Chester thought with a chuckle.

A short while later, the green-furred chipmunk had reached the very top of the pine tree. The tip of the evergreen swayed beneath Chester’s weight. Had he not had a tight grip on a branch, he would have most certainly plummeted to the ground, resulting in an unfortunate end for the young Mobian.


“Okay…that was way too close for my tastes…”

Chester took a moment to catch his breath. That done, he then carefully leaned forward, making sure to keep a tight grip on a sturdy branch. It was then that the sight of a brown-furred rabbit garbed in black vest, white arm bands, and blue shoes. In other words, Rusty Lamogren.

“We’re in luck guys!” Chester called out to the pair of Mobians below. “The only one guarding the entrance is Rusty!”

Both Blaire and Fern let out a collective sigh. Compared to some of the other Unit Agents-Scarlett and Shrapnel immediately came to mind-Rusty was child’s play. The O.R.D agents would have no problem dealing with that rabbit, no problem at all.

“Chester!” the Siberian Husky called to the Alpine Chipmunk in the tree. “Try and see if you meet us at Robotropolis!”

“That shouldn’t be too much trouble,” Chester thought, beginning his descent from the pine.
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Rusty paced back and forth in front of the base headquarters, beads of nervous sweat pouring down his face. He remembered now the reason why he dreaded guard duty. The first, and last, time he was ordered to take the post, there was quite a fair bit of trouble, resulting in the loss of a few agents, all of them members of the Klawzax Unit.

Before that day, Rusty had been a completely different Mobian; full of pride and ambition. But after that moment? The site of Scarlett slowly approaching him with that sword still brought a shiver down his spine. It was only thanks to Shrapnel interfering that the rabbit was still alive. He never figured out exactly why the weasel had stopped the fox from killing him, but he was grateful for that. He never had the same fear for Shrapnel as he had for Scarlett.

“Ahem.”

Hearing that, Rusty looked to his left. And there, his brown eyes met the green ones of Fern Stryfont.

“Why hello there,” the Sea Otter said with a smile and a wave. “How’s it going? Listen, do you mind stepping out of the way? My friend and I-“


The teal-furred Mobian felt a sharp object nick the area of skin just below her neck. Rusty had pointed a rapier at Fern, a rare look of semi-bravery on his brown-furred visage.

“Take one step closer…I promise you you’re death will be far more painful than it would be if you had just stayed where you are!” the rabbit challenged.

A smirk crossed Blaire’s muzzle. She leaned on her Sapphire Blade. “I think he’s testing us, don’t you Fern?”

“Ah yes, I believe he is Blaire.”

“Only one way to find out,” the husky responded. Prepared to use her saber to block any attacks Rusty might make, she took a single step forward. Surprisingly, the lagomorph did not retaliate.

“Actually,” he began. “I was talking to the otter over there when I mentioned what would happen if she took one more step. Things are going to work out a little different for you, Blaire?”

The canine raised an eyebrow, paws planted on her hips. “Oh? How so?”

“Well, as you know, Scarlett has taken special interest in you. Calls you, I believe, a ‘menace to the Unit’s goal. And, she wants to personally terminate you.” From inside his vest, Rusty produced a rope of good length.

“So, I’d figure I’d help her out. I’ll tie you up, drag you to Scarlett’s personal lair, and allow her to eliminate you in whatever way she deems fit. “

“Plus, it may get me on her good side.”

“What do you say about that?” the rabbit asked, a proud grin on his face.

Blaire was quick to answer. “It’s a nice plan, but you forgot one important detail.”

Rusty was about to ask what the violet-furred Mobian meant by that, when something slammed in-between his ears. The rabbit swayed back in forth for a moment, his tongue slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth. Finally, the Klawzax Agent crashed into the bushes, rustling the leaves and branches within.

Chester stood over the cataleptic figure, a grin on his muzzle as he spun one of the heads of his Scorched Meteor around in a circle.

“I guess the rumors of that lagomorph having a soft head were right,” the chipmunk remarked.

Fern clapped the mint green-furred Mobian on the shoulder. “Nicely done Chester. Excellent work.”

“Why thank you Fern,” the Alpine Chipmunk said, giving a little bow.

“Yes, good job pal,” Blaire said with a smile. “Now, shall we head to Robotropolis?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” the Sea Otter replied, giving a little wink. “Let’s go!”
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[Hakuzo NightFox]

yeah, haven't gotten a chance to look over the last part yet... but I will hopefully soon.

[Agent Blaire Fields]

VANTAGE POINT: Part Four

Scarlett Cyphon ascended the steps of the base, a wide smile plastered on her white muzzle-a rather malicious one at that. The fox was in rather high spirits today. After all, she had started the day off by killing a member of the Oakland Resistance Division. Not only that, but she had ‘talked’ Rusty into taking over the post for guard duty.

And speaking of the rabbit, Scarlett had decided that now would be as good a time as any to relieve him. She had let him stay there for a good half hour longer then was necessary-in her mind she felt that it would be a good character building experience.

“I wonder how well he did on this assignment. Perhaps he’s taken down one of those pesky O.R.D agents?” She shook her head. “Nah. I seriously doubt that. I just hope he didn’t mess up too much.”

The light of the outside world greeted her as she stepped out of the base. A light breeze blew past, ruffling her fur. However, the vulpine paid it no mind. For there was something else that had caught her attention-the sight of Rusty lying unconscious in the grass.

“Oh no. He didn’t…”

Seething with anger, Scarlett approached the rabbit’s still form, and kicked him in the side, hard. That punt jolted Rusty awake, surprising him greatly and causing him to cry out in pain. With a wide-eyed look, the brown-furred Mobian scampered around this way and that, trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

Black boots entered his field of vision, something Rusy would rather not have seen. Stealing his nerves, the rabbit looked up to see Scarlett staring at him. A rather displeased look was present on her face.

“Ah, Lieutenant, how nice to see you again. And so soon too! So, who is going to be-not the ears, not the ears, yow!”

Not paying any mind to his cries of pain, Scarlett grasped those long ears of Rusty’s and pulled the rabbit up so that his eyes met hers. The fox could see the look of sheer terror in his eyes. It was this that gave her some semblance of satisfaction about the whole thing.

“Agent Rusty, what the heck happened? Answer me clearly and don’t spend too much time thinking of an excuse. Because that sometimes mean one is lying.”

“Or frightened like there’s no tomorrow.’ the rabbit thought.


Scarlett asked again. Well? What happened?”


“It was all that husky’s fault! She and this otter just walked right up to the entrance, neither of them paying any mind to my warnings. Then, something hit me in the back of the head. I blacked out after that.”

The fox wasn’t pleased in the least as she sharply pulled Rusty closer to her face. “The husky?! Do you mean to tell me that Blaire was here? And that you failed to capture her?!”

The lagomorph meekly nodded, desperately wishing Scarlett would let go of his ears. His mental wish was granted, as the vixen loosened her grip, sending the rabbit to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” Scarlett asked, pointing a gloved finger at him.

“I don’t know exactly,” Rusty stuttered, fiddling with his vest collar. “But if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say…” he paused and shrugged his shoulders.

“…Robotropolis?”

Scarlett didn’t stay a moment longer-in a flash, she was off, the soles of her ivory boots pounding against the dirt and grass. She felt that this time, she’d put that Siberian Husky out, permanently.
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Smoke billowed from the stacks atop the factories, painting the sky a sinister, unwelcoming black. In fact, the entire area looked like something out of an apocalyptic movie. Buildings lay in ruins, the bricks and glass that once made them up broken and scattered about. Those edifices that were still standing were but a dull blue or black.

SWATbots patrolled the streets, and Surveillance Orbs the sky. Roboticized Mobians walked along, totally against their will. They knew they had not much control over their actions-whatever Robotnik ordered they had to go along with. Whether they agreed with it or not.

Blaire, Chester, and Fern were situated near the southern entrance of the city. It was here were that the portable GPS system had been dropped.

“Now, how close was the agent to the entrance when he dropped the device?” Blaire inquired of Fern.

“Ah. Well, I don’t really have much of a clue, I’m sorry to say,” the Sea Otter admitted. “But I do have a clue as to what we could be doing right now.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” asked Chester, wondering just what the teal-furred Mobian had in mind.

“I suggest we split up and each check different areas of this side of Robotropolis. The device will be three times as easier to find then.”

Blaire nodded in approval. “Sounds good to me. And if either us come across either the GPS System, or any trouble, we can use our comlinks to help keep in touch.”

The Alpine Chipmunk spoke up. “Ah yes, a very nice idea. Let’s just hope we don’t run into any danger. I’d hate for either one of us to end up like Meryl.”
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Owning to species natural swiftness, it did not take all too long for Scarlett to arrive in Robotropolis. Upon reaching the dismal city, the first thing that Red Fox saw was Fern. The Sea Otter had decided to inspect the mid-section of that south entrance. As of that moment, the teal Mobian was lifting a few chunks of sheet metal up, scanning the ground underneath each piece.

“Now what could she be doing? Ah no matter. It’s Blaire I came for. I can get this otter after I take care of that husky.” the vulpine thought, slowly making her way towards the south-east portion of the conurbation.

It was there that she spotted Chester. The Alpine Chipmunk was busy looking in between the walls of what had formally been the houses of a neighborhood. Such a sight prompted raised eyebrows from Scarlett.

“Him too? What is up with those Division Agents scampering through metallic junk like that? What, are they having a scavenger hunt or something? I mean, come on!” the fox wondered, resting a gloved paw on her forehead.

“Why do I have a feeling that, when I find Blaire, this whole thing is going to be repeated with her?”
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The leader of Team K-87 was situated on the south-west section of the border between Robotropolis, and the outside world. Like her fellow agents before her, she too was searching. Blaire checked the dusty asphalt road, her eyes locked down.

“Ah-ha, there she is. And just like a thought-she’s doing the same thing as that otter and the chipmunk. Well, she isn’t exactly looking through anything. But the principle is the same, I can tell that much. And now…” Silently, Scarlett pulled her sword out of its scabbard.

“…Is the time to strike.”

Slowly, the Red Fox made her way towards the Siberian Husky. Her bushy tail twitched in anticipation of the deed she was about to do. Before the sun had set today, the blood of Blaire Fields would stain the streets of Robotropolis.

“So long Blaire. It was nice knowing you. Heh, yeah right.”

The sound of footfalls gently tapped on the eardrums of the dog. She wondered just who that was, glancing behind her out of the corner of her eyes. A quick flash of sharp steel caught her attention. In a jiffy, she ducked and weaved out of the way, as the blade of a sword threatened to cut off her head.

“SWATbots don’t have bladed weapons. That means there can only be one explanation,” Blaire said, turning to face her assailant. Just as she figured-the one she was looking at just so happened to be a red-furred fox.

“Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett,” the purple-furred Mobian stated, her voice dripping with collectiveness. She certainly wasn’t fazed by her rival’s attempt to kill her-the vixen had tried that so many times, it no longer surprised the husky.

“When are you ever going to learn that your attempts to kill me just won’t work?”

“Can it, husky. If you weren’t blessed with lightning fast reflexes, I’d have gotten you a long time ago,” Scarlett responded, anger present in her eyes.

“That’s not all I was blessed with,” Blaire reminded her, referring to her Cryokinesis.


“Yes, I know. You can use ice powers. However,” that fox raised a finger in the air. “You can only use said powers when it’s thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit out. And right now, I would estimate the current temperature somewhere in the mid-sixties. No way would you be able to use Cryokinesis right now.”

The dog raised an eyebrow. “Don’t rub it in. Besides, there is another form of battle techniques that I can do regardless of how hot or cold it is around me.”

“Of course, extremely hot temperature tends to weaken me considerably, but I shall ignore that fact right now.”

“You talking about sword-fighting?” Scarlett asked, one paw planted on her hip.

Blaire leaned against her own saber, a smug grin on her visage. “Precisely.”

Clang!

Steel met steel as the vixen moved to slice open Blaire’s chest. However, the husky had been anticipating such an action-or at least a similar one. With that, she quickly countered Scarlett’s sword with her own. Next, the husky, ducked underneath the fox’s longsword, and started spinning around in a tight circle.

Scarlett stepped away, but not before receiving a couple cuts along her left leg and one right above her waist. “The old Slicing Twister routine? How very nice. But while she’s spinning like that…”

Slash!

The sword tip severed through fur and flesh, not to mention blood vessels. Blaire let out what could be described as a cross between a yelp and a gasp. She stopped spinning almost immediately. Looking down, the canine could see the wound that stretched down her left arm. It was a deep gash at that, as evidenced by the showing of muscles in key areas.

“…She won’t be able to see my own attacks coming at her.” Scarlett mused, finishing her previous thought.

Through her blue eyes, Blaire glared at the Red Fox in front of her. “Better be more careful should I decide to use the Slicing Twister maneuver again. Now the Uppercut Slash, she allowed herself a small chuckle.

“That’s a move where I won’t have a problem.”

Swiftly, the Siberian Husky ducked-just as fast, she shot back up again, her Sapphire Blade cutting a long gash along Scarlett’s left side. However, Blaire didn’t get off as easily as she thought she would. For before the tip of that saber cut through her shoulders, the red-furred vulpine attempted to thrust her own sword into the husky’s chest.

For the most part, Blaire managed to avoid the attack. However, while the sword didn’t cut through skin, it did slice through cloth. The canine felt her trench coat snag on something as she tried to sidestep out of harm’s way.

“Well, better my clothes then my body itself,” the dog thought, rolling her eyes at the sight of steel sticking out of cloth. With a twist of her body, she tore herself out of this little trap Scarlett had ‘unintentionally’ set for her.

“Heh, I doubt you meant to do that exactly the way you did it,” Blaire stated, a smirk on her lavender-furred muzzle.

“You could say that.”

[Hakuzo NightFox]

Yeah, more story! I have no idea when I'll get a chance to read this as my Mp4 player is dead now also.... But It's great to see you back!

[Agent Blaire Fields]

New section!

VANTAGE POINT: Part Five

A flash of green caught the eyes of one Fern Stryfont. Fingers crossed in hopefulness, the teal-furred sea otter ducked into an open window of a decrepit stone building. Inside, she could see chipped bricks, broken glass, and what must have once been a couch.

And there, caught under a plate of glass, lay the GPS System.

“Yes!” Fern said, bringing a clenched fist down in victory.

“Well, what do you know? That was a pretty easy mission. Now to radio the others so we can head home,” the otter told herself, reaching for her comlink. She switched it on, ignoring the static that came through.

“Blaire? You there? It’s Fern. Come in.”

At first, the static was the only thing she could hear. However, several seconds later, the otter heard steel clanking together. After taking just another moment to listen closer, Fern spoke up again;

“Blaire? You okay? Where are you?”

Silence. And then…

“Fern? Yes, sorry about that, but I can’t-whoa! Talk right now-yikes. I’m in a bit of a-ouch! Predicament right now,” came the voice at the other end of the line.

Though she wasn’t sure if it was the greatest of ideas at the moment, the otter still felt she had to ask a few things.

“First of all, you haven’t told me where you are. Second, what is this ‘predicament’ you are referring to?”

“I’m on the south-western section of the border, fighting Scar-ack!”

Static. Nothing but pure static. Wide-eyed with worry, Fern resumed talking.

“Blaire, you still there? Blaire? Come in, will you? Oh man…this sure isn’t a good omen…”
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If the thought of Blaire being dead crossed Fern’s mind, well it was understandable, but very much incorrect. For at Siberian Husky was still very much alive. As she was talking to Fern, the canine noticed Scarlett’s sword coming at her. This time, the blade was aimed at her face. Through some quick maneuvering, the dog managed to dodge the attack.

However, Scarlett’s sword managed to hit Blaire’s comlink, knocking it loose. The communications device fell, clattering on the asphalt road.

“Drat,” the husky muttered, glancing down at where the comlink lay. “Well, at least it didn’t break in half when it hit the ground.” she mused. “Now, back to the match at paw.”

“Well, what a stroke of luck,” Scarlett began, a rather pleased look on her red-furred visage. “Now you can’t call those friends of yours for help.”

“While that maybe so, I did manage to tell Fern where I am,” Blaire reminded the fox, who just smirked.

“That doesn’t matter. You’ll be dead long before she gets here.” The Klawzax officer raised her sword, aiming to slice through Blaire’s head. However, before Scarlett could bring the weapon down, a fluorescent blue light came towards it at blinding speed. It hit the silver blade with full force, the reflective property of the blade causing the ray to bounce right off.

Mere seconds later saw Blaire and Scarlett staring at a smoking hole in the wall of a decaying building. It was shortly after that when a digital, monotone voice reached their ears:

Intruder Alert! Detain by order of Robotnik!

Turning their heads in surprise, the two canines found themselves staring right at the hulking mass of a SWATbot. The humanoid machine had a laser-laden wrist pointed right at the Red Fox. Scarlett was quick to notice this, and was desperately considering shoving Blaire in the path of the laser that was inevitably coming. In fact, she would have done so, had it not been for the fact that said husky had leapt out of the way-just as a laser came towards them. Scarlett ducked down, pressing her body as flat against the asphalt road as she could manage.

The beam passed over her, barely missing her ear tips. As the fox rose from her position like a disembodied spirit rising from the grave, she chanced to look behind her. It was there that she saw Blaire fleeing from the scene.

But Scarlett herself was not about to run like some confirmed coward. No. No, she would stand her ground, and get to the bottom of this!

A glare of anger in her emerald eyes, the red-furred vulpine addressed the SWATbot. “Look here pal. I believe your programming is seriously messed up. Back there? You pointed that laser at me when you should have been pointing it at Blaire! You know, the husky? Violet fur, trench coat, stuff like that?”

Intruder Alert! Detain by order of Robotnik!

The fox threw her hands up in the well-known, ‘who me?’ position. “Now hold on a second! I’m on your side! Well, actually Robotnik’s side, but you are one of his creations. You can’t shoot me.”

Intruder Alert! Detain by order of Robotnik!

With a sigh, Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. By this time, she was getting rather annoyed. “Is that all you can say?”

You are under arrest. Surrender now.

“Ah, glad to know that you in fact are capable of saying other things,” the vulpine stated. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Siberian Husky to stab.”

All at once, sparks began flying, several landing less than an inch besides Scarlett. She screamed once in surprise, turning on her heels in the process. “What on Mobius?” There was a distinctive clanging sound, as if something metal had hit the streets. A dome-shaped object rolled past her like a wheel, a strip of red glass in the center.

And there, standing behind that disembodied SWATbot, was Oakland Resistance Division Agent Blaire Fields.

She had her Sapphire Blade held out besides her, and a smug grin on her visage. “Ah yes, how clever of me to get behind that SWATbot and attack it from there. Heh, I’ll bet Scarlett thought I was a coward and ran off. Yeah right.”

“This is going to be rewarding. I can feel it.”
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Fern sprinted through the streets of Robotropolis, the soles of her boots pounding against the asphalt making up the road. The Sea Otter had one goal, and one goal only-making sure Blaire and Chester were alright. She had called the latter moments ago-he was fine, hiding out in a building to avoid detection from the SWATbot patrol that had arrived.

That just left Blaire.

“She didn’t answer me when I tried to reach her on her comlink the second time. I hope she’s alright. The last time I talked to her, she was in the middle of saying something, a single word, it was. But what was it?” Not slowing down, Fern racked her mind for the answer to her query;

What had Blaire been trying to say?

A pair of SWATbots loomed up ahead, their wrists pointed right at the young Mobian.

Surrender now, by the order of Doctor Robotnik!

“If it’s all the same to you…” Fern reached inside the inner pocket of her vest and produced a Colt .56. Half her body facing the robots, and the other half facing forward, the teal-furred Mobian aimed the handgun at the SWATbots. Still running, she pulled the trigger, sending a now discharged bullet at the leftmost metallic menace.

Lead tore through metal and circuitry, much as a baseball would a glass window. Only with far more sparks involved. Several of which sprang like jumping beans onto the SWATbot’s companion. And when that happened…

Fern had to turn her head and shield her eyes as a wave of blinding like came at her. “Wow, talk about killing two SWATbots with one bullet!” she called out to herself, a small chuckle escaping her mouth.

It was then that a familiar flash of green caught her eyes. The Sea Otter gave a shrill whistle, surprising the young Alpine Chipmunk. Fur ruffled as if he had received an electric shock, Chester turned around.

“That better not be a-” He visibly relaxed when he saw the teal-furred Mobian running towards him.

“Oh Fern,” he began, placing a hand to his chest and blowing out a breath of relief. “I thought you were some kind of robot.”

The Otter never broke her stride. “No time for that Chester. Right now we have to help Blaire. I have a feeling she’s in danger.”
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Blaire was beginning to wish that she had just ran off when that one SWATbot appeared. For shortly after dispatching that one robot, several more had appeared. By the canine’s calculation, there were at least a dozen of the humanoid robots that constantly caused dilemmas for Freedom Fighters everywhere.

And through the cacophony of laser fire, Blaire stood her ground, hacking and slashing through dark grey metal. Sparks flew everywhere, some getting on the canine’s fur, which she quickly pawed out.

Scarlett too, was fighting. However, it wasn’t just the SWATbots she was after. “Come on Blaire, just a little closer,” the red-furred vixen mentally encouraged, waiting for just the right moment to strike.

However, Blaire never gave the Lieutenant the chance she wanted. For one thing, the Siberian Husky was always just out of reach of Scarlett’s sword. For another, there was still those SWATbots to contend with. After all, it’s hard to concentrate on trying to kill another Mobian when one is surrounded by laser fire.

“Okay then, first I’ll get rid of these robots. Then I’ll be free to take down Blaire.” Scarlett thought, ducking to avoid being charred by an oncoming laser.

Surrender intruder! By order of Robotnik!

“I don’t think so,” Blaire replied, a smirk crossing her muzzle as she pulled out her SIG Sauer. With one pull of the trigger, she dispatched the very SWATbot that had made that comment. It was this move that effectively brought the robot count down to half of what it was before.

A flash of white hot pain suddenly radiated from Blaire’s left shoulder. Teeth gritted to keep from crying out, the Siberian Husky roughly turned her head. Behind her, she could see the reason behind her recent wound; yet another SWATbot.

“Oh, now you’re going to get it,” the canine warned, a smirk on her muzzle-despite the pain she felt, the violet-furred dog still remained calm, cool, and collected. Quite the opposite of the red-furred fox not too far away from her;

Scarlett crept closer to Blaire, not a sound escaping from her. The vixen’s shoulders were tense, and her tail kept as still as wood. All at once, a SWATbot opened fire on her. The fox ducked to avoid the first round, the laser harmlessly sailing over her like a mere insect.

“Puh, too easy,” she whispered, brushing back her ears.

Those could have been considered famous last words, because they almost were her last words. A fluorescent blue beam came after her like the ray of the morning sun. Only instead of soothing warmth rushing through her body, aggravating pain coursed through the fox’s system after hitting her in the side. Flesh tore apart as the laser went through like a baseball does a window.

Scarlett allowed herself a single cry of pain, before clamping a paw over her mouth. Clutching at her wound with the other paw, the Lieutenant sank to her knees, her breath coming in short bursts.

“That robot is going to pay for that,” Oh it’s going to pay dearly!”

Teeth bared in an irate snarl and blood-red tint seeping through her eyes, the vixen located the SWATbot responsible for the burning pain she now felt.

“Oh yes, is that thing going to pay, oh yes.”

Meanwhile, Blaire approached the SWATbot who’s laser had caused her injury. That composed look was still visible as she spoke. “Excuse me, but I do believe…,” she pointed to the gash on her left shoulder.

“…That you are responsible for this.”

Surrender intruder. You are under arrest by the order of Doctor Robotnik!

“Oh I am, am I? Well let me ask you this simple question; how are you going to arrest me if you’re in pieces?”

Surrender, was all the humanoid robot said, as it readied its laser.

The Siberian Husky leaned over, interlinking her fingers. “Aw, you didn’t answer my question,” she spoke, her voice full of innocence, a wide smile on her muzzle.

Slash!

One swing of her saber was all it took. One swing and the SWATbot’s left leg was disconnected from its body. Without that limb keeping it balanced, the robot was free to fall to the ground, landing with a resounding clank.

On Blaire’s visage was the very picture of calm satisfaction. In fact, her entire being held an aura of unruffled composure. The muscles in her body were as unperturbed as the sea on a fair weather day. Her eyes reflected the clearness of the sky on a cloudless day. Her fur lay flat on her body. Her ears were erect, though not at all stiff with alert.

If there was an epitome of calmness, its spirit must have gotten mixed with the very soul of the Siberian Husky.

“Ah yes, I do love the taste of victory. Tastes rather sweet today.”

Things were a little different with Scarlett.

Like Blaire, she too had won her battle with a SWATbot. As the robot began to fire a laser at the fox, she ran behind it. With a grunt, Scarlett thrust her sword into the back of the robot. Showers of sparks exploded from the SWATbot, as it fell to the asphalt below.

And yet…and yet the Red Fox wasn’t satisfied.

While Blaire’s face had shown complete composure and satisfaction, Scarlett’s countenance showed…nothing. Not an ounce of emotion was present in her face-her emerald eyes were about as dull as untarnished silver. There was no joy, there was no sorrow, there was no anger, there was nothing.

“It’s just a SWATbot. Hardly worth a fuss over. I want the real prize.”

Scarlett looked back at Blaire. The dog was busy fending off the remaining SWATbots, never giving a single inch to her foes.

“Yes. Soon, it will be my chance to get rid of that blasted husky once and for all! And when I do, the Division will be next!”