CrimsonDarkwolfe

Planet Mobius is a diverse and varied planet, with areas ranging from blistering desert heat to freezing arctic wastelands. No area on Mobius is stranger however then the Special Zone, an infinite expanse of psychedelic psuedo-reality with an almost arbitrary landscape populated by thousands of different life forms from the mundane to the abstract. One life form, not a resident of the Special Zone, but a mere visitor, could be seen surveying the landscape from a near spherical transport craft. The exceedingly rotund humanoid in the transporter stoked his long orange moustache and leaned closer to the front of his craft to gain a better vantag

Carmen Alabaster snapped open her eyes and looked toward the still dark sky above her bunk through the hole in the roof of her hut. "Best part of the day," she sighed quietly to herself. "Solitude, peace and darkness. Shame it doesn't last…" She mused, her pink eyes seemingly glowing. "3…2…1…" "04:00 hours. Slave units, arise!" Droned a tinny voice from outside the hut. Carmen groaned and rose with the rest of the slaves in the hut, smoothing down her albino fur and her long white hair. Heading toward the door with the long file of other "voluntarily impaired workers." She knew the penalty for tardiness, as did all the other workers. "04:0

"04:00 hours. Condemned units, arise!" Blared the voice of the guard outside their hut. The guard looked exactly the same as the overseers, excepting that its head section was painted black, and it had an array of weapons adorning its right arm. Carmen and Derek stood up and were frog-marched out of the hut to the Nutrition Distribution Center, where their cuffs were magnetically activated, securing them to the wall by their wrists. As the slaves were escorted into the room and seated, Derek started to blubber like a baby. Carmen glanced over in disgust at his lack of dignity and rolled her eyes. "Condemned Units Alabaster and Tristram, you

The Mystic Cave Zone is an expansive place. It is also very easy to get lost in. It comprises of miles upon miles of winding interlaced caverns, all almost completely covered in a mysterious ivy-like plant that even decades of pollution have failed to remove. The ivy just made navigation even more difficult, as it shrouded entrances to tunnels and pitfalls all across the zone. All in all it made the perfect hiding place for the Cohort, even though Robotnik had his slave camps and guard stations near the outside, he had no hope of penetrating the depths of the caves. Carmen, Vicktor, Crimson, Arabella and Killian had been walking for hours, t

Carmen Alabaster sighed wistfully, raising her pink eyes to the stars. It had been six weeks now since the Cohort had rescued her, and although they had all been very kind, she did not yet feel they had fully accepted her. Folding her long body in half, Carmen sat down with her back against the ivy-covered wall that disguised the entrance to the Cohort's HQ, and rested the nozzle of the sub-machine gun that she had been issued with against the floor, confident that she would know if anyone was approaching. At least the Cohort gave her the privacy that she enjoyed, her previous accommodation and profession had not exactly held the same benefit

Two months have passed now, since the "chocolate" incident, and Carmen had learnt enough skills to make a valid contribution to any mission, and had been practicing a few skills of her own. "Wanna up the stakes?" Vicktor asked, his furry face deadpan, tossing a nutshell onto the pile in the center of the table. Black whistled, and folded. Dekker smiled and did the same. Carmen looked at Vicktor, and tossed one of her own nutshells onto the pile. Arabella was sitting on the edge of the table, not paying attention and fiddling with a small detonator. Gizmo was eating his nutshells absent-mindedly. "Are you two playing or not?" Vicktor asked,