Miles the Cy-Fox
September 20th, 2007, 06:04 AM
Chapter 1 - Nuked Again
He was a cop. A good cop. His name had been Prower once, Miles Prower, back when he had been a fox. But time and circumstances had changed all that. Now he was something more than a fox, and something less, as well. The "Fourth Generation of Law Enforcement for the 21st century," he was called. A being part Mobius fox, part machine that had been programmed to serve the populace. His world could be summed up quite succinctly, thanks to the expertise of the cybernetics technicians who’d pulled his bullet riddled body back from the brink of death and housed it in a powerful metal shell.
Directive 1: Serve the Public Trust
Directive 2: Protect the Innocent
Directive 3: Uphold the Law
The lights of Station Square twinkled across Cy-Fox’s face visor as he guided his TurboCruiser down one of the countless pockmarked, half-deserted streets. Crumbling shells of buildings were nestled next to stores and tenements still struggling to survive, their neon lights buzzing spastically, their doorways hanging from their hinges. Large metal gates were everywhere, put up by tenants and shop owners to keep out the lowlifes. A futile effort, thought Cy-Fox. The tide of miscreants was surging. The city was being consumed by a virtual tidal wave of crime. He pulled his cruiser to a halt and climbed outside. He gazed up at the full moon peeking through the soot and smog that caressed the city from above. The moon glowed a sickly, green hue.
"It’s made of green cheese, Daddy," he heard a little fox kit’s voice call from the back of his mind. The being that was half-Prower and half-robotics fought back a pang of hurt. He had a son, once. A wife, a home. He’d lost all that when he became the fourth cyborg law-enforcement officer. He was still trying to get the inner workings of his new self and his old self to jibe, to mesh. There were times when the loneliness he experienced made him wince.
He was the only cyborg fox of his kind.
What was more, he knew it.
Cy-Fox marched up to a nearly empty bar and peeked inside. A bartender dozed under a blaring television screen. Cy-Fox paused in the doorway impervious to the smell of liquor and urine that arose from the gin mill. He gazed at the TV. On the screen sat a parked car. A car thief resembling a weasel sidled up to the deserted vehicle and deftly slid a metal rod between the window and the door. Click. The lock gave way and the thief scrambled into the car and took his place behind the wheel, a satisfied grin on his sweaty face. Without warning, the car’s safety belt slammed across the thug’s chest like an angry tentacle. The thief continued to smile. What would they think of next? he seemed to chuckle. Then other tentacles appeared. Snap. Snap. Snap. They whipped across his chest and legs, binding him tightly to the front seat. The thief thrashed about helplessly, his eyes wide with terror. Cy-Fox snorted as electrical flashes cascaded along the car’s windows and down the extended straps. The thief uttered a muffled scream and passed out, his nervous system twitching violently from the high-voltage surge.
A cheerful pitchman, dressed like a used-care salesman, only worse, stepped up to the car and flung out the front door. The pan-fried body of the thief tumbled out onto the ground as the tentacles went back into hiding.
"Magnavolt II." The spokesman beamed. "The final word in auto security. No embarrassing alarm noise to upset the neighbors. No need to trouble the police.." He stepped over the smoking body and slid behind the wheel of the car, turning on the ignition. "It won’t even run down your battery. And now with the Felon Elimination Act of 2026 passing, it's 100% legal, and you can't get a civil suit." Cy-Fox watched as the commercial came to an end, the car and salesman driving off, majestically, down the well-lit street.
"On Earth news, the Amazon Nuclear Power Facility has blown its stack, irradiating the world's largest rain forest, yet again. The radiation levels rival those of the 2001 incident in the same area." Cameron Wong, a slim eccentric Asian-American says, sitting behind an anchor desk on MediaBreak Mobius. "Environmentalists call it a disaster." He turns to his co-anchor. "Don't they always?" Julie Perkins, a sharp dressed newly dyed brunette human. A superimposed cuecard appears beside her, showing a pair of handcuffs and the words "LAW ENFORCEMENT" "In Station Square, the Omni Consumer Products ED-209-E combat unit has been approved for deployment, despite widespread complaints of malfunction." she says.
"The Surgeon General of Mobius is dead, gunned down 20 minutes ago by a militant addict of the deadly designer drug Nuke-2." Wong says, and the screen cuts to the video footage. The Surgeon General is an old gray fox in a U.S Navy dress uniform with admiral shoulderboards. He is holding a case of Nuke-2 ampules, standing at a podium.
"The greatest health threat facing our planets.." he opened the case. "Nuke-2.." Another fox walks past him, wearing a sharp tuxedo and stops. "The most addictive narcotic in history, more than it's first incarnation...a plague!" Gunfire breaks out from the second fox's concealed Uzi and the Surgeon General's abdomen bursts out small pinpricks of blood. He falls forward gasping and groaning and people scream. Private security officers jump on top of the blue fox, who was snarling, trying to get up.
Julie Perkins looks up. "This station has just received the following transmission from Shadow, convicted murderer and leader of the Nuke-2 cult." Another video replaces her image, showing a black hedgehog clothed in a black T-shirt, standing in the shadows of a building in ruins. Shadow grins evilly, looking out at his camera. "The people want paradise.." he says hollowly. "They will have it."
"The assassination is the latest act of terrorism by Shadow, following the firebombing of a drug treatment clinic that left five dead last week." Perkins says, shaking her head. Wong took the spotlight over again. This time a new cuecard appears with the OCP logo imposed on a police badge.
"Following the latest breakdowns in negotiations, Station Square's police returned to the picket lines.." the cuecard cut to live video of marching cops handling signs.
"demanding better terms from Omni Consumer Products, OCP, the corporation contracted by the city to run the Station Square police department." The cuecard expanded full screen to a cop, a red hedgehog.
"OCP cut our salaries 40 percent, and canceled our pensions and now they refuse to even talk to us.." another cop walks up to the first cop holding up a yellow sign that yelled the message "OCP CANCELLED OUR PENSIONS". "God knows why they want this threat.."
The same exact TV in another part of the city, cut to static, finally failing after its long tour of duty leaned against a newspaper rack in the slums of Station Square. A Nuke-2 junkie presses a red ampule to his neck and a young hedgehog girl rocks her baby, feeding it the drug in its bottle, both of them addicted for life. A skinhead paints a gray swatiska on the TV and an elderly human woman pushes a shopping cart full of pop cans, ready for recycling, into the crosswalk. A car comes out of nowhere and she looks in the headlights. She steps back and the cart is pummeled to the floor, the cans spilling everywhere. A blue hedgehog runs up to her and kneels to seemingly comfort the woman.
"What happened?" he says, as she speaks incoherently. He then kicked her in the face and snatched her beat up purse. The hedgehog started walking on a sidewalk and took out a nice necklace. He laughed quietly, happy about his latest snatch. He doesn't get long to celebrate. A pink high-heeled shoe trips him and he sprawls onto the sidewalk. A pink female hedgehog in a red dress and a female rabbit in a cream colored dress grab him. The hedgehog steps on his eye with her shoe, putting it out with the high-heel. "Hold him!" She takes the purse. "OW! YOU PUT MY EYE OUT YOU BITCHES!" the hedgehog yells. "Shut up fuckhead." the rabbit says, kicking him. They continue their path, walking past a few XXX shops. "Ooh what a nasty man Amy.." the rabbit says. "How much was in there?" Amy the hedgehog found several US hundred dollar bills. "Enough for what we need girl." They laugh and run past a gun shop.
A beatup groundcar sits near the entrance and the occupants inside casually loiter. The entrance explodes. "You’re crap with the timer man.." the guy in the passenger seat, a human punk named Saw, says. "C'mon!" Buzz, a purple fox yells. The whole group get out of the car and flood inside the shop. The human opens an assault rifle cabinet and takes an AK-47. "You could take out an army with this crap!" he crows happily. The fox goes behind the register desk and opens random drawers, holding a nice .357 Magnum. He looks down at the owner, a fat rabbit with a bruise on his forehead. "Where's the bullets for this gun man?" The owner points at a yellowed crusted door. "Third drawer, bottom." The punk leader opens the drawer and finds a box of ammunition clips. One of the other gangsters is toting a rocket launcher.
"Heee hee hee..." the echinda says. The fox looks at his new toy. "I really like this gun man." The shop owner looks up thoughtfully. "It's yours, take it and get outta here." The fox grins, "Thanks." he unloads a round on the owner who drops dead. The distant whine of sirens could be heard approaching.
"I don't believe this!" the fox yells.
"What?" the echinda with the rocket launcher asks.
"It's the cops man" the fox snorts.
"Cops are on strike stupid.."
"CAN'T YOU HEAR THAT?"
The gang run out of the shop, hauling their guns. They see a black Station Square PD cruiser bank a corner and roll down the street towards them, lights flashing. "See, what'd I tell ya?" the leader says. The echinda points his rocket launcher at the approaching car. "I'll fix 'im." He squeezes the trigger and a HAVOC Anti-Tank rocket lances out of the weapon, smoke trailing as it slammed into the car. The car flipped over and slid, the light bar cracking and breaking off. It stopped on its roof.
"Did ya see that? We got him!" the echinda yells.
"Beautiful, c'mom man, let's move." the leader says.
"No no, one more!" the echinda picked up a smaller rocket launcher. "Aw shizzle, man..shit.." the human watches him and steps back. "FUCKIN' COP!" the echinda yells. Another rocket comes out and flips the car over, this time the cruiser exploded into flames. Now the punks were ecstatic. They started to fire at the cruiser with their newly collect assault rifles, spreading bullets around. The car exploded again and the thugs thought for certain the cop inside was toast. They turned back towards the gun shop. Then the seemingly impossible happened. The driver side door of the police cruiser opened, and a metal foot slapped down to the street. The leader heard it and turned around. He saw the large six foot tall armored cyborg Mobius fox. "I’m not seein’ this man! It’s that Robofox…" he says.
Cy-Fox placed one hand near its right leg and the holster plate opened. The cyborg pulled out a very large machine pistol, the Auto-9. The echinda turned and sprayed AK-47 fire out at the fox. Cy-Fox placed the echinda in its sights and fired off a three round burst from the Auto-9, plugging him into the ground. It pointed the gun at the human who was shooting like crazy, and blew him back with a well placed head shot. The leader fox stepped back, cradling a new variant of the Thompson submachine gun.
"Police officer." Cy-Fox said. The fox fired the machine gun and the bullets bounced off Cy-Fox's helmet. "Think it over creep." The targeting reticule sights in Cy-Fox's point of view rested on the thug's shoulder. Cy-Fox squeezed the trigger and the bullets forced the fox against a wall. He wasn't going anywhere soon. Cy-Fox then placed its right hand back down and put its gun away. Cy-Fox turned to the right and looked down at the broken up gang's car. It recognized a small rectangular plastic case. The cyborg reached inside and pulled it out.
"Nuke-2." it said dismissively. It walked up to the injured gangster and crushed the case easily, the gangster shaking when he heard the sound of his Nuke-2 ampules being popped. Cy-Fox pulled him up. "Where..is it made?" Buzz stares, sweating. "It's not mine man, I'm clean!" the fox says. Cy-Fox reached down with its right hand and pulled the fox up by two fingers up his nose.
"Where..is it made?" Cy-Fox asked harshly. "I don't know man! All I know..is where to get it!" Cy-Fox dropped the defeated leader. "The alleys have some building where everyone gets it from." The fox started to nurse his slowly bleeding nose. Cy-Fox turned away and started a long walk down the slum. It walked past a derelict and once good shops and buildings, now trashed with graffiti. Nazi and Nuke-2 symbols were everywhere and the Prime Directives started to roll across Cy-Fox's point of view.
LIST PRIME DIRECTIVES:
1:SERVE THE PUBLIC TRUST
2:PROTECT THE INNOCENT
3:UPHOLD THE LAW
The homeless watched it walk by with a sense of intrigue. Cy-Fox turned its head every so often, recording everything and then stopped as something caught its attention. A gas line letting off methane trioxine into the air, Meth-Tri was a needed substance to make Nuke-2. Cy-Fox turned, facing the building where it was coming from and walked past a white limousine, something out of place in this area. It spotted a speak-easy door, dating back to the 1930s. Cy-Fox raised one hand and knocked twice. Inside, a guard was sitting on a metal stool, reading a newspaper while cradling his autoloader shotgun. The guard was a grungy gothic human wearing multiple piercings and a long black trenchcoat and a rock T-shirt. He slowly jumped off his stool and walked over to the door, checking his shotgun before turning the speak-easy's viewing slot. No one was there.
What the hell? the guard thought.
Then all the sudden, Cy-Fox's metal arm crashed through the bottom of the door with a neat hole going with it, knocking the guard out. The cyborg opened the door easily and closed it quietly. Two Nuke-2 storage workers were listening to the P.A system's radio which was booming salsa hits. They were carrying large cartons with red Nuke-2 capsules in them, like the ones milkmen used to carry. They walked into a freezer and Cy-Fox walked behind them, quietly. It shut the door and then applied the lock.
"Hey, what the hell? Who locked the freeze?"
Cy-Fox said nothing, pulling its Auto-9 out again. It stepped over to a one-way look-in window and saw an entire Nuke-2 production crew. Kidnapped immigrant women, furry and human, were forced to fuse the red drug into bottles and also mix chemicals. Cy-Fox turned its head, recording everything until it spotted one particular furry seeming to lead the workers. A bat with white fur, wearing a heart shaped dress. Rouge the Bat.
ARREST MODE
Cy-Fox turned its head again, seeing a small black hedgehog standing next to a human who looked a lot like Elvis. Pyro, a juvenile offender who served as Shadow's link to the young childern and Katzo, his lead enforcer and bodyguard. A definite Elvis fan, Katzo had 30 murder raps stuck to his record. Cy-Fox turned its head one last time and spot the big prize. Shadow the Hedgehog, slimmer and more gaunt than what he was on TV, was wearing a white robe.
Cy-Fox opened a door quietly and slipped into the production area without being noticed. A baby was heard crying and Cy-Fox looked down at it. It was being fed Nuke-2, intravenously. Cy-Fox opened its mouth, feeling a bit horrified at what he was seeing now. The stereo playing the salsa was also beside it. The cyborg placed one hand on the baby's head and then reached for the stereo and turned it off.
Everyone looked up.
"Freeze.." Cy-Fox says, walking up to the production tables, Auto-9 held up. "Nobody move...this is a bust." Rouge and Shadow hit the floor as hired guards sprang out of nowhere, toting assault rifles and submachine guns. Katzo and Pyro took cover by a wall. Cy-Fox turned its attention to the guards and raised its Auto-9, firing and nailing a guard into the floor with a three round burst. Another guard fired and Cy-Fox put itself in the way of a hostage worker. The bullets bounced off easily and Cy-Fox placed the guard in its targeting vector and squeezed the trigger of the Auto-9, dropping him. Cy-Fox looked around, seeing no more guards.
"Ladies..." it said. "Stay down." It started to walk forward and gunfire broke out again. Cy-Fox casually turned its gun arm in the direction of the gun fire and let out another burst, dropping the hidden thug. Another guard fired out and Cy-Fox systematically began to clean them up. Shadow sprang up and pulled the cord on a smoke grenade. Katzo and Pyro crawled over on the floor to him and Rouge followed. They ran out through back. Shadow opened the door of his limousine and a hostage was screaming out in fluent Japanese. Shadow rolled his eyes. "Why must you waste my time?" he pulled out a small pistol and fired multiple times, killing the human. He then kicked her out of the car.
The limo drove off just as another Station Square police cruiser pulled up. Hostages were running out just as Fiona, a slim red fox, spilled out the car holding her Heckler and Koch P226. She ran into the building's front, hearing the Auto-9 gunfire thunder on. Then it stopped. Cy-Fox reached down at its holster plate and pulled out a fresh clip of ammunition and slapped it into the machine pistol.
Fiona heard noise from the freezer. One of the transporters was beating against the door.
"Open the freeze dammit! Come on!"
She cautiously held her gun up as she undid the lock and opened the door. One of the thugs was in a hurry as he ran into the cop. Fiona spun him around and knocked his AK-47 out of his arms. The second thug was trigger happy, spraying bullets into his buddy. Fiona put him out with a quick neckshot. She stepped away from the freezer. Cy-Fox stalked around the production room, looking for more hostile units to put down. It didn't notice Pyro crawling under tables until it heard a loud click of a gun being loaded. Cy-Fox stopped and pointed its gun at the small hedgehog. Pyro was clutching a .357 Magnum to his chest. Cy-Fox then slowly lowered the gun.
Child - Targeting Denied
"Can't shoot a kid, can ya fucker?" Pyro smirks and fires the Magnum. The bullet knocks into Cy-Fox's visor and stuns it for a moment. Pyro crawls away then. Cy-Fox started to reply the recorded footage but it erupted in green static. Pyro sounded distorted.
Tracking Error
The video started to fuse into Cy-Fox's memory tapes. Pyro sounded slower as he spoke. Then Pyro was completely replaced by a little blue fox holding a baseball bat in a park.
"Throw it home Dad!" the fox said happily. The playback started to warp again back to Pyro, the voice distorting more and more. Then a sharp cry of a baby returned Cy-Fox to reality. He turned and heard another hostage crying. "Shut up!" a large human yells. He was cradling a Heckler and Koch MP5 to a baby's head. Fiona was just beside the small closet with her gun.
"Drop it, or the little shit's dead. I'll blow its fucking head off man!" the large fat man yells. "Fiona..." Cy-Fox says, "Hang it up." Fiona stares at the human reluctantly and puts her gun in her holster.
A grid appears in Cy-Fox's point of view as it points its gun at the wall. Plot Trajectory flashes in the lower left corner.
"I don't want any crap from any one of you." the thug says as he starts to slowly walk out. His head flashed red. "And don't try to follow me."
"We won't." Cy-Fox says. "The baby's coming with me!" the thug yells.
"No.." Cy-Fox says.
"I'll kill it man, I'll fuckin’ kill it!"
A small part of the wall where Cy-Fox's gun was pointing flashed green. A line appeared from the wall portion to the man's head.
"We can't have that." Cy-Fox says and fires the Auto-9. The three round burst bounces off expertly from the wall and plugs right into the man's head. He drops to the floor and Fiona grabs the baby. The hostage looks out and slowly walks out of the closet. She looks at Fiona and takes her baby and says something in a foreign language and bows. Words of thanks? Relief? Who knew. Cy-Fox put its gun away into its holster plate in its right leg.
Fiona stared at it. "Nice shootin'." she drawled. Cy-Fox replied by stepping on a Nuke-2 ampule.
He was a cop. A good cop. His name had been Prower once, Miles Prower, back when he had been a fox. But time and circumstances had changed all that. Now he was something more than a fox, and something less, as well. The "Fourth Generation of Law Enforcement for the 21st century," he was called. A being part Mobius fox, part machine that had been programmed to serve the populace. His world could be summed up quite succinctly, thanks to the expertise of the cybernetics technicians who’d pulled his bullet riddled body back from the brink of death and housed it in a powerful metal shell.
Directive 1: Serve the Public Trust
Directive 2: Protect the Innocent
Directive 3: Uphold the Law
The lights of Station Square twinkled across Cy-Fox’s face visor as he guided his TurboCruiser down one of the countless pockmarked, half-deserted streets. Crumbling shells of buildings were nestled next to stores and tenements still struggling to survive, their neon lights buzzing spastically, their doorways hanging from their hinges. Large metal gates were everywhere, put up by tenants and shop owners to keep out the lowlifes. A futile effort, thought Cy-Fox. The tide of miscreants was surging. The city was being consumed by a virtual tidal wave of crime. He pulled his cruiser to a halt and climbed outside. He gazed up at the full moon peeking through the soot and smog that caressed the city from above. The moon glowed a sickly, green hue.
"It’s made of green cheese, Daddy," he heard a little fox kit’s voice call from the back of his mind. The being that was half-Prower and half-robotics fought back a pang of hurt. He had a son, once. A wife, a home. He’d lost all that when he became the fourth cyborg law-enforcement officer. He was still trying to get the inner workings of his new self and his old self to jibe, to mesh. There were times when the loneliness he experienced made him wince.
He was the only cyborg fox of his kind.
What was more, he knew it.
Cy-Fox marched up to a nearly empty bar and peeked inside. A bartender dozed under a blaring television screen. Cy-Fox paused in the doorway impervious to the smell of liquor and urine that arose from the gin mill. He gazed at the TV. On the screen sat a parked car. A car thief resembling a weasel sidled up to the deserted vehicle and deftly slid a metal rod between the window and the door. Click. The lock gave way and the thief scrambled into the car and took his place behind the wheel, a satisfied grin on his sweaty face. Without warning, the car’s safety belt slammed across the thug’s chest like an angry tentacle. The thief continued to smile. What would they think of next? he seemed to chuckle. Then other tentacles appeared. Snap. Snap. Snap. They whipped across his chest and legs, binding him tightly to the front seat. The thief thrashed about helplessly, his eyes wide with terror. Cy-Fox snorted as electrical flashes cascaded along the car’s windows and down the extended straps. The thief uttered a muffled scream and passed out, his nervous system twitching violently from the high-voltage surge.
A cheerful pitchman, dressed like a used-care salesman, only worse, stepped up to the car and flung out the front door. The pan-fried body of the thief tumbled out onto the ground as the tentacles went back into hiding.
"Magnavolt II." The spokesman beamed. "The final word in auto security. No embarrassing alarm noise to upset the neighbors. No need to trouble the police.." He stepped over the smoking body and slid behind the wheel of the car, turning on the ignition. "It won’t even run down your battery. And now with the Felon Elimination Act of 2026 passing, it's 100% legal, and you can't get a civil suit." Cy-Fox watched as the commercial came to an end, the car and salesman driving off, majestically, down the well-lit street.
"On Earth news, the Amazon Nuclear Power Facility has blown its stack, irradiating the world's largest rain forest, yet again. The radiation levels rival those of the 2001 incident in the same area." Cameron Wong, a slim eccentric Asian-American says, sitting behind an anchor desk on MediaBreak Mobius. "Environmentalists call it a disaster." He turns to his co-anchor. "Don't they always?" Julie Perkins, a sharp dressed newly dyed brunette human. A superimposed cuecard appears beside her, showing a pair of handcuffs and the words "LAW ENFORCEMENT" "In Station Square, the Omni Consumer Products ED-209-E combat unit has been approved for deployment, despite widespread complaints of malfunction." she says.
"The Surgeon General of Mobius is dead, gunned down 20 minutes ago by a militant addict of the deadly designer drug Nuke-2." Wong says, and the screen cuts to the video footage. The Surgeon General is an old gray fox in a U.S Navy dress uniform with admiral shoulderboards. He is holding a case of Nuke-2 ampules, standing at a podium.
"The greatest health threat facing our planets.." he opened the case. "Nuke-2.." Another fox walks past him, wearing a sharp tuxedo and stops. "The most addictive narcotic in history, more than it's first incarnation...a plague!" Gunfire breaks out from the second fox's concealed Uzi and the Surgeon General's abdomen bursts out small pinpricks of blood. He falls forward gasping and groaning and people scream. Private security officers jump on top of the blue fox, who was snarling, trying to get up.
Julie Perkins looks up. "This station has just received the following transmission from Shadow, convicted murderer and leader of the Nuke-2 cult." Another video replaces her image, showing a black hedgehog clothed in a black T-shirt, standing in the shadows of a building in ruins. Shadow grins evilly, looking out at his camera. "The people want paradise.." he says hollowly. "They will have it."
"The assassination is the latest act of terrorism by Shadow, following the firebombing of a drug treatment clinic that left five dead last week." Perkins says, shaking her head. Wong took the spotlight over again. This time a new cuecard appears with the OCP logo imposed on a police badge.
"Following the latest breakdowns in negotiations, Station Square's police returned to the picket lines.." the cuecard cut to live video of marching cops handling signs.
"demanding better terms from Omni Consumer Products, OCP, the corporation contracted by the city to run the Station Square police department." The cuecard expanded full screen to a cop, a red hedgehog.
"OCP cut our salaries 40 percent, and canceled our pensions and now they refuse to even talk to us.." another cop walks up to the first cop holding up a yellow sign that yelled the message "OCP CANCELLED OUR PENSIONS". "God knows why they want this threat.."
The same exact TV in another part of the city, cut to static, finally failing after its long tour of duty leaned against a newspaper rack in the slums of Station Square. A Nuke-2 junkie presses a red ampule to his neck and a young hedgehog girl rocks her baby, feeding it the drug in its bottle, both of them addicted for life. A skinhead paints a gray swatiska on the TV and an elderly human woman pushes a shopping cart full of pop cans, ready for recycling, into the crosswalk. A car comes out of nowhere and she looks in the headlights. She steps back and the cart is pummeled to the floor, the cans spilling everywhere. A blue hedgehog runs up to her and kneels to seemingly comfort the woman.
"What happened?" he says, as she speaks incoherently. He then kicked her in the face and snatched her beat up purse. The hedgehog started walking on a sidewalk and took out a nice necklace. He laughed quietly, happy about his latest snatch. He doesn't get long to celebrate. A pink high-heeled shoe trips him and he sprawls onto the sidewalk. A pink female hedgehog in a red dress and a female rabbit in a cream colored dress grab him. The hedgehog steps on his eye with her shoe, putting it out with the high-heel. "Hold him!" She takes the purse. "OW! YOU PUT MY EYE OUT YOU BITCHES!" the hedgehog yells. "Shut up fuckhead." the rabbit says, kicking him. They continue their path, walking past a few XXX shops. "Ooh what a nasty man Amy.." the rabbit says. "How much was in there?" Amy the hedgehog found several US hundred dollar bills. "Enough for what we need girl." They laugh and run past a gun shop.
A beatup groundcar sits near the entrance and the occupants inside casually loiter. The entrance explodes. "You’re crap with the timer man.." the guy in the passenger seat, a human punk named Saw, says. "C'mon!" Buzz, a purple fox yells. The whole group get out of the car and flood inside the shop. The human opens an assault rifle cabinet and takes an AK-47. "You could take out an army with this crap!" he crows happily. The fox goes behind the register desk and opens random drawers, holding a nice .357 Magnum. He looks down at the owner, a fat rabbit with a bruise on his forehead. "Where's the bullets for this gun man?" The owner points at a yellowed crusted door. "Third drawer, bottom." The punk leader opens the drawer and finds a box of ammunition clips. One of the other gangsters is toting a rocket launcher.
"Heee hee hee..." the echinda says. The fox looks at his new toy. "I really like this gun man." The shop owner looks up thoughtfully. "It's yours, take it and get outta here." The fox grins, "Thanks." he unloads a round on the owner who drops dead. The distant whine of sirens could be heard approaching.
"I don't believe this!" the fox yells.
"What?" the echinda with the rocket launcher asks.
"It's the cops man" the fox snorts.
"Cops are on strike stupid.."
"CAN'T YOU HEAR THAT?"
The gang run out of the shop, hauling their guns. They see a black Station Square PD cruiser bank a corner and roll down the street towards them, lights flashing. "See, what'd I tell ya?" the leader says. The echinda points his rocket launcher at the approaching car. "I'll fix 'im." He squeezes the trigger and a HAVOC Anti-Tank rocket lances out of the weapon, smoke trailing as it slammed into the car. The car flipped over and slid, the light bar cracking and breaking off. It stopped on its roof.
"Did ya see that? We got him!" the echinda yells.
"Beautiful, c'mom man, let's move." the leader says.
"No no, one more!" the echinda picked up a smaller rocket launcher. "Aw shizzle, man..shit.." the human watches him and steps back. "FUCKIN' COP!" the echinda yells. Another rocket comes out and flips the car over, this time the cruiser exploded into flames. Now the punks were ecstatic. They started to fire at the cruiser with their newly collect assault rifles, spreading bullets around. The car exploded again and the thugs thought for certain the cop inside was toast. They turned back towards the gun shop. Then the seemingly impossible happened. The driver side door of the police cruiser opened, and a metal foot slapped down to the street. The leader heard it and turned around. He saw the large six foot tall armored cyborg Mobius fox. "I’m not seein’ this man! It’s that Robofox…" he says.
Cy-Fox placed one hand near its right leg and the holster plate opened. The cyborg pulled out a very large machine pistol, the Auto-9. The echinda turned and sprayed AK-47 fire out at the fox. Cy-Fox placed the echinda in its sights and fired off a three round burst from the Auto-9, plugging him into the ground. It pointed the gun at the human who was shooting like crazy, and blew him back with a well placed head shot. The leader fox stepped back, cradling a new variant of the Thompson submachine gun.
"Police officer." Cy-Fox said. The fox fired the machine gun and the bullets bounced off Cy-Fox's helmet. "Think it over creep." The targeting reticule sights in Cy-Fox's point of view rested on the thug's shoulder. Cy-Fox squeezed the trigger and the bullets forced the fox against a wall. He wasn't going anywhere soon. Cy-Fox then placed its right hand back down and put its gun away. Cy-Fox turned to the right and looked down at the broken up gang's car. It recognized a small rectangular plastic case. The cyborg reached inside and pulled it out.
"Nuke-2." it said dismissively. It walked up to the injured gangster and crushed the case easily, the gangster shaking when he heard the sound of his Nuke-2 ampules being popped. Cy-Fox pulled him up. "Where..is it made?" Buzz stares, sweating. "It's not mine man, I'm clean!" the fox says. Cy-Fox reached down with its right hand and pulled the fox up by two fingers up his nose.
"Where..is it made?" Cy-Fox asked harshly. "I don't know man! All I know..is where to get it!" Cy-Fox dropped the defeated leader. "The alleys have some building where everyone gets it from." The fox started to nurse his slowly bleeding nose. Cy-Fox turned away and started a long walk down the slum. It walked past a derelict and once good shops and buildings, now trashed with graffiti. Nazi and Nuke-2 symbols were everywhere and the Prime Directives started to roll across Cy-Fox's point of view.
LIST PRIME DIRECTIVES:
1:SERVE THE PUBLIC TRUST
2:PROTECT THE INNOCENT
3:UPHOLD THE LAW
The homeless watched it walk by with a sense of intrigue. Cy-Fox turned its head every so often, recording everything and then stopped as something caught its attention. A gas line letting off methane trioxine into the air, Meth-Tri was a needed substance to make Nuke-2. Cy-Fox turned, facing the building where it was coming from and walked past a white limousine, something out of place in this area. It spotted a speak-easy door, dating back to the 1930s. Cy-Fox raised one hand and knocked twice. Inside, a guard was sitting on a metal stool, reading a newspaper while cradling his autoloader shotgun. The guard was a grungy gothic human wearing multiple piercings and a long black trenchcoat and a rock T-shirt. He slowly jumped off his stool and walked over to the door, checking his shotgun before turning the speak-easy's viewing slot. No one was there.
What the hell? the guard thought.
Then all the sudden, Cy-Fox's metal arm crashed through the bottom of the door with a neat hole going with it, knocking the guard out. The cyborg opened the door easily and closed it quietly. Two Nuke-2 storage workers were listening to the P.A system's radio which was booming salsa hits. They were carrying large cartons with red Nuke-2 capsules in them, like the ones milkmen used to carry. They walked into a freezer and Cy-Fox walked behind them, quietly. It shut the door and then applied the lock.
"Hey, what the hell? Who locked the freeze?"
Cy-Fox said nothing, pulling its Auto-9 out again. It stepped over to a one-way look-in window and saw an entire Nuke-2 production crew. Kidnapped immigrant women, furry and human, were forced to fuse the red drug into bottles and also mix chemicals. Cy-Fox turned its head, recording everything until it spotted one particular furry seeming to lead the workers. A bat with white fur, wearing a heart shaped dress. Rouge the Bat.
ARREST MODE
Cy-Fox turned its head again, seeing a small black hedgehog standing next to a human who looked a lot like Elvis. Pyro, a juvenile offender who served as Shadow's link to the young childern and Katzo, his lead enforcer and bodyguard. A definite Elvis fan, Katzo had 30 murder raps stuck to his record. Cy-Fox turned its head one last time and spot the big prize. Shadow the Hedgehog, slimmer and more gaunt than what he was on TV, was wearing a white robe.
Cy-Fox opened a door quietly and slipped into the production area without being noticed. A baby was heard crying and Cy-Fox looked down at it. It was being fed Nuke-2, intravenously. Cy-Fox opened its mouth, feeling a bit horrified at what he was seeing now. The stereo playing the salsa was also beside it. The cyborg placed one hand on the baby's head and then reached for the stereo and turned it off.
Everyone looked up.
"Freeze.." Cy-Fox says, walking up to the production tables, Auto-9 held up. "Nobody move...this is a bust." Rouge and Shadow hit the floor as hired guards sprang out of nowhere, toting assault rifles and submachine guns. Katzo and Pyro took cover by a wall. Cy-Fox turned its attention to the guards and raised its Auto-9, firing and nailing a guard into the floor with a three round burst. Another guard fired and Cy-Fox put itself in the way of a hostage worker. The bullets bounced off easily and Cy-Fox placed the guard in its targeting vector and squeezed the trigger of the Auto-9, dropping him. Cy-Fox looked around, seeing no more guards.
"Ladies..." it said. "Stay down." It started to walk forward and gunfire broke out again. Cy-Fox casually turned its gun arm in the direction of the gun fire and let out another burst, dropping the hidden thug. Another guard fired out and Cy-Fox systematically began to clean them up. Shadow sprang up and pulled the cord on a smoke grenade. Katzo and Pyro crawled over on the floor to him and Rouge followed. They ran out through back. Shadow opened the door of his limousine and a hostage was screaming out in fluent Japanese. Shadow rolled his eyes. "Why must you waste my time?" he pulled out a small pistol and fired multiple times, killing the human. He then kicked her out of the car.
The limo drove off just as another Station Square police cruiser pulled up. Hostages were running out just as Fiona, a slim red fox, spilled out the car holding her Heckler and Koch P226. She ran into the building's front, hearing the Auto-9 gunfire thunder on. Then it stopped. Cy-Fox reached down at its holster plate and pulled out a fresh clip of ammunition and slapped it into the machine pistol.
Fiona heard noise from the freezer. One of the transporters was beating against the door.
"Open the freeze dammit! Come on!"
She cautiously held her gun up as she undid the lock and opened the door. One of the thugs was in a hurry as he ran into the cop. Fiona spun him around and knocked his AK-47 out of his arms. The second thug was trigger happy, spraying bullets into his buddy. Fiona put him out with a quick neckshot. She stepped away from the freezer. Cy-Fox stalked around the production room, looking for more hostile units to put down. It didn't notice Pyro crawling under tables until it heard a loud click of a gun being loaded. Cy-Fox stopped and pointed its gun at the small hedgehog. Pyro was clutching a .357 Magnum to his chest. Cy-Fox then slowly lowered the gun.
Child - Targeting Denied
"Can't shoot a kid, can ya fucker?" Pyro smirks and fires the Magnum. The bullet knocks into Cy-Fox's visor and stuns it for a moment. Pyro crawls away then. Cy-Fox started to reply the recorded footage but it erupted in green static. Pyro sounded distorted.
Tracking Error
The video started to fuse into Cy-Fox's memory tapes. Pyro sounded slower as he spoke. Then Pyro was completely replaced by a little blue fox holding a baseball bat in a park.
"Throw it home Dad!" the fox said happily. The playback started to warp again back to Pyro, the voice distorting more and more. Then a sharp cry of a baby returned Cy-Fox to reality. He turned and heard another hostage crying. "Shut up!" a large human yells. He was cradling a Heckler and Koch MP5 to a baby's head. Fiona was just beside the small closet with her gun.
"Drop it, or the little shit's dead. I'll blow its fucking head off man!" the large fat man yells. "Fiona..." Cy-Fox says, "Hang it up." Fiona stares at the human reluctantly and puts her gun in her holster.
A grid appears in Cy-Fox's point of view as it points its gun at the wall. Plot Trajectory flashes in the lower left corner.
"I don't want any crap from any one of you." the thug says as he starts to slowly walk out. His head flashed red. "And don't try to follow me."
"We won't." Cy-Fox says. "The baby's coming with me!" the thug yells.
"No.." Cy-Fox says.
"I'll kill it man, I'll fuckin’ kill it!"
A small part of the wall where Cy-Fox's gun was pointing flashed green. A line appeared from the wall portion to the man's head.
"We can't have that." Cy-Fox says and fires the Auto-9. The three round burst bounces off expertly from the wall and plugs right into the man's head. He drops to the floor and Fiona grabs the baby. The hostage looks out and slowly walks out of the closet. She looks at Fiona and takes her baby and says something in a foreign language and bows. Words of thanks? Relief? Who knew. Cy-Fox put its gun away into its holster plate in its right leg.
Fiona stared at it. "Nice shootin'." she drawled. Cy-Fox replied by stepping on a Nuke-2 ampule.