Miles the Cy-Fox
October 11th, 2007, 07:27 PM
Prologue
"This is Mediabreak. You give us two minutes and we’ll bring you the Worlds." A TV inside a dark laboratory within the Metro West precinct station of the Station Square Police Department chirped. On it, small animated thumbnails of the day’s newscast formed a small montage of the name of the fast-news program. Its owner and spectator did not twitch to get comfortable in its massive metal chair. It just continued to stare blankly.
"Good morning, I’m Cameron Wong and co-anchoring is Julie Perkins." A slim Eurasian young man of 29 was saying. He had the features of a Chinese but had strange black-blond hair. With him, was his blond, fully Caucasian sister. They were the children of MediaBreak Earth anchors Casey Wong and Jess Perkins, who both shared a brief, torrid affair during their early start in 1998. Their observer was 27 years of age, temporally. But in appearance, it was forever 25.
It was a Mobius fox. Male with orange-yellow fur. Two tails, an uncommon trait. All encased within a suit of Kevlar-Titanium armor. Its head was covered by a helmet of the same armor composition. A black visor streaked across the front half, shielding its eyes. It was all in the configuration of a Omni Consumer Products "RoboCop" Series Cyborg.
His name was Prower. Miles "Tails" Prower. Or it used to be, when he was a flesh and blood street officer for the PD. Then he had been cut down by fate, in the form of the shotguns and pistols of his former best friend and commander, Sonic the Hedgehog. Renegade sergeant of Metro South, now dead at the fox’s hand. Everything was taken from Prower in a blur of corporate documents and complex cybernetic surgery. His identity, his wife, his son. Everything that he stood for, except his memories and emotions. Memories and emotions he had to fight to keep, twice.
Now instead of Miles Prower, he was known as Cy-Fox, OCP Crime Prevention Unit 004.
Cy-Fox continued to stare blankly at Mediabreak, focusing intently. His audio/visual recorders were reading and writing their input into a file amongst others within his logical file system.
"Today, officials from the Guardian Unit of Nations announced that convicted criminal biologist Professor Gerald L. Robotnik was executed by hanging today, in Nuremberg. The professor was responsible for the release of a dangerous experimental life form that escaped G.U.N counter-terrorism forces during a sweep of the government orbital research facility known as the ARK in 2016. He was also responsible for orchestrating the death of G.U.N’s founder and first director, William Christopher Henderson while imprisoned." Wong said in his inherited upbeat fashion. Below him, an Internet link pointing to OCP’s O-Ring online entertainment site, promised a full unedited video of Robotnik’s execution.
Cy-Fox looked away from the television. He tuned it out in his mind. The scraps of awareness that composed Miles "Tails" Prower were outraged. He wanted to slam his fist through the TV, through Wong and through Gerald Robotnik’s executioners. He knew that almost all of it was not true. Robotnik did order the death of Henderson, but that was when Henderson was suspected, but untouchable in a brash of corruption cases. He was killed in his home by an ex-U.S Counter Terrorist Unit special agent who became a professional private investigator.
He had killed Henderson for his granddaughter.
An eye for an eye.
Inside the helmet, the fox’s eyes closed. Gerald’s granddaughter, Maria Rebecca Robotnik, was a terminally ill patient on the ARK, under her grandfather’s direct care. She was stricken with an experimental bio-weapon called NIDS, or Neurological-Immunological Deficiency Syndrome. She was killed by G.U.N without provocation on the ARK during their "sweep".
An innocent 16 year old girl.
What was worse, Prower knew her. It was one of the things he kept totally private. No one, not even Sonic when he was his best friend, knew. No one knew except the others that were with him when he visited the ARK. It was when he was 14, when he won a prize for improving a principle of aeronautical science with a thesis submitted to Gerald Robotnik among other budding ‘scientists’ of Prower’s age during a contest that Robotnik had sponsored with the help of the Interplanetary Council of Mathematicians and Scientists. He alone was picked as the best and the brightest.
And won a trip to the ARK itself. He remembered it vividly, even without the help of his internal computer. The sterile white, green and blue walls. The view of Earth on the observation deck. The ceremony on the recreational deck.
His visit to an ailing Maria in the Intensive Care wing.
He remembered it all.
"Hey, Two Tails! Aren’t you going with us to the ICU?" Gary Callahan called out to the fox. Callahan was a 17 year old human, a junior at the Dyson Academy. Callahan had an unruly mop of black hair. He looked like the fox’s Calculus teacher, Professor Charlie Epps.
"I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute. Something I gotta do." The young Miles was wearing a sky blue, short-sleeved dress shirt. He reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet. Snapping it open, he pulled out a wad of cash and pulled the door open to the ARK’s gift shop. He looked around, predator-like, a homage to his rudimentary cousin, the Earth quad-ped foxes. Then he spotted his prey, sitting on a pedestal. An antique doll of a human baby. Handcrafted. Gingerly, the fox pulled it up and brought it over to the commerce station. An array of optical scanners looked it over, checking its composition, then comparing it to an internal stock database, making sure it was the original item. The screen turned a neutral green and then a text prompt asked for money.
Tails fished out two fifties and fed them into the paper money slot. The screen brightened its shade of green and the scanners stopped. Tails then lifted it off the scanning table and slid it into his bag. But before closing it, he removed a spray bottle from a side pocket and sprayed the doll copiously with disinfectant. The spray quickly evaporated on contact after a few seconds, doing its work. Satisfied, the fox closed his bag, opened the glass door and went off after Callahan and his brood.
They were waiting for him, at a large bulkhead. Professor Robotnik at the head of the group. He smiled thinly at the fox. The professor had a bald head, except for a gray and long mustache. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose as well as a white labcoat and a purple turtleneck.
"The Intensive Care Unit." He said after clearly his throat. "The cleanest facility on this station, holds our most special patients. Ones who have little hope except for what we can find for them. Prisoners because of their diseases. They will be happy to see fresh faces. Now, you all have been vaccinated before you were transferred here by shuttle, so you shouldn’t worry about bringing them anything to complicate their stability. Nor should you worry about contagion. This is the non-contagious wing. We will not be visiting the acute wing." He turned to the door and slapped his palm on a reader plate. A skeletal breakdown of the hand appeared and biometric scanners searched for his bone measurements and also his fingerprints within its security database. It matched Gerald Robotnik’s hand and fingerprints to the ones on file and the door opened slowly. Tails tightened his hold on his backpack and slowly filed in with the others. But he stopped at Gerald Robotnik’s side.
"Excuse me, Professor."
"Yes Miles?" the professor said jovially.
"Is Maria in this wing?" Tails asked quietly.
Gerald nodded slowly. The fox swallowed. "Which bed is she at?" Gerald looked down at the young fox. He looked over into the ward. "I’ll show you myself, my boy." The two slowly filed in. The others were pulling labjackets on and also reclipping their ID badges to the front. Tails quickly unsnapped his ID and pulled his own labcoat on and repinned it.
"Feel free to mingle among the patients. Talk to them. Get to know them. The residents here will be happy to ask any medical questions you may have and to a point, will be able to show some diagnostic testing files." Gerald called out. He smiled thinly again. "Follow me, Prower."
Tails looked around slightly as he followed Gerald Robotnik. The ICU looked like a normal ICU in an Earth or Mobius hospital of 2014, except that the planetbound hospitals didn’t have massive computer stations where automated systems were constantly watching each of its charges while residents and attendings were providing oversight for the computers. His eyes latched onto a massive Torvalds Medi-dyne Model 496 surgical bot. He turned his head back to the front when he noticed Gerald had stopped. The old scientist slowly pulled a curtain back and poked his head in.
"Maria?" he said. "Would you like a visitor?"
"Of course Grandfather." A soft voice replied. Gerald stepped back and motioned for Tails to move inside. The fox slowly went around the opening in the plastic curtain. Lying in front of him on a gel-cushioned hospital bed was what Tails thought, was the most beautiful human girl he had ever seen.
She was the average height for a human of her age. She had pale, white skin and blond hair. She was wearing a dark blue one-piece dress of the fashion of the ARK’s female scientists. But what caught the fox’s attention out of all, was her eyes. They were deep blue, much like his own, but where his was intense and dark, hers was light, like a robin’s egg.
"Hello" he said timidly. "I’m Miles Prower. But everyone calls me Tails."
Maria smiled. "You’re the Prizewinner. Grandfather’s told me a lot about you. You’re the first one that’s ever wanted to actually see me. Everyone else on tours just forgets that I’m here."
"You’re kidding." The fox said incredulously. "Forget you? But you’re the science officer’s granddaughter.." Maria lowered her eyes slightly. "I know..It makes me sad sometimes. Out of everything that I miss, it’s the people. I love meeting new people. Seeing them, hearing them talk. As if I were planetside. You know, I never saw Mobius. Even when the ARK does its 4 year move between orbits. Too sick to leave this place. But I’m getting stronger."
"That’s good." Tails said. "It means that they’re on their way to finding a cure for you." Maria smiled. "One day, I want to walk out of here like any other person here, and get on the Observation Deck." She sighed. "But enough about me. Tell me about you. Do you have a family? Grandfather only told me the basics."
Tails sat at the foot of her bed. He sighed. "No. They’re all dead." Maria closed and re-opened her eyes. "I’m sorry…may I ask what happened to them?"
"Sure.." the fox said. "I’ve gotten used to talking about it. My father..his name was Amadeus. He was in the royal military in Knothole, and had to retire after getting wounded. Got into making airplanes and had me with my mother in West Island. Then the independent airplane makers went under when OCP moved in. He ended up working for them, and one day he looked out the window at home. The next minute, he lost his head. Sniper. Criminal."
Maria was horrified. "And your mother?"
"Died from shock. Happened when I was 8."
"8?! You poor thing…how…" Small tears formed at the edges of Maria’s eyes. "How did you live?"
"Well…there was this very nice human who was, and still is police chief of Station Square. Friendly guy. He used to be chief of the LAPD back in the 1980s. He was there with the cops when they came to look things over. Next thing I knew, he and some off-duty officers had showed up with a collection fund. Helped me make funeral arrangements for Mom and Dad. Helped me with their final expenses and even helped me build a small place out near the mountains. Stayed there to this day. Friends always came around."
"So…is it true…that you’re Sonic the Hedgehog’s best friend?" Maria leaned forward anxiously. Tails nodded. "Always have been, always will be."
"I’ve seen him a lot on TV….when he went around stopping my insane cousin. He’s in the Graham Sanitarium now, you know." Maria said. Tails nodded. He blinked. "I brought you something."
"Oh?" Maria said. "That’s very nice of you."
Tails pulled his bag over by the straps and opened it. Then slowly, using his body to shield it from her eyes, he pulled the doll out. Then, cradling it in his arms, he got off the foot of the bed and slowly turned, going up closer, to her bedside. "You now have a beautiful, healthy daughter." He said humorlessly.
"Oh!" Maria’s eyes widened as he put it in her arms. Tears started to well up again. "How did you know…where…" She sharply inhaled. "I’ve always wanted one. I’d seen one in the gift shop before I went into Intensive when I was 5.." Tails nodded. "That would be the one."
"It is?!" Maria looked down at it and cradled it. "Oh….oh…Miles….you sweet boy." Tails smiled, and felt like he was a light that had just been pumped with electricity when he saw Maria smile herself.
"You sweet sweet boy." Maria repeated. She reached out and the fox leaned forward. She brushed her fingers across his white muzzle. The fox then took her hand and kissed it. "Anything for you to be happy, Maria."
"You are very kind." She said and Tails felt like the light again, as she beamed at him. He heard the plastic curtain being moved and turned to see Professor Robotnik.
"So…how are we getting along?" he said, sounding as always, naturally friendly. Maria closed her eyes as she smiled again and slightly lifted her doll up. "Miles brought me a doll Grandfather." Gerald chuckled and smiled at the fox. "Are you sure you want to stay in aeronautics? You look like you’d be one fine M.D. If I had several of you, for all the pediatric cases, morale rates would be higher than a balloon." Tails took his turn to smile. "Sorry sir. But I was born to a rotor head, and I’ll stay a rotor head."
Maria sat up in her bed. "Can he stay with us for a bit Grandfather?"
Gerald yawned and began to think about it. The others would be going home soon, but Maria’s private nurse was down in Crew Medicine, being treated for pneumonia. He yawned again and nodded. "If he wants to."
The fox looked from Gerald to Maria. "Of course I’ll stay."
Maria smiled.
The memory then faded from the center of his mind. Two years later, Maria would be ripped apart by 9mm slugs from Heckler & Koch MP5-Is slung by merciless stormtroopers from G.U.N. When he heard that she had died, he had locked himself in his room at home, and wouldn’t come out. Not even for Sonic, who he had punched later on. At that time, he was very volatile. Angry at the injustice of the governments lightly stepping over her death, covering it up as if she was insane and mad like her ‘mad’ grandfather.
Maria Robotnik’s death was ultimately what caused Tails to move from working with propellers and wings, into badges and handcuffs.
Her death made him a cop.
"This is Mediabreak. You give us two minutes and we’ll bring you the Worlds." A TV inside a dark laboratory within the Metro West precinct station of the Station Square Police Department chirped. On it, small animated thumbnails of the day’s newscast formed a small montage of the name of the fast-news program. Its owner and spectator did not twitch to get comfortable in its massive metal chair. It just continued to stare blankly.
"Good morning, I’m Cameron Wong and co-anchoring is Julie Perkins." A slim Eurasian young man of 29 was saying. He had the features of a Chinese but had strange black-blond hair. With him, was his blond, fully Caucasian sister. They were the children of MediaBreak Earth anchors Casey Wong and Jess Perkins, who both shared a brief, torrid affair during their early start in 1998. Their observer was 27 years of age, temporally. But in appearance, it was forever 25.
It was a Mobius fox. Male with orange-yellow fur. Two tails, an uncommon trait. All encased within a suit of Kevlar-Titanium armor. Its head was covered by a helmet of the same armor composition. A black visor streaked across the front half, shielding its eyes. It was all in the configuration of a Omni Consumer Products "RoboCop" Series Cyborg.
His name was Prower. Miles "Tails" Prower. Or it used to be, when he was a flesh and blood street officer for the PD. Then he had been cut down by fate, in the form of the shotguns and pistols of his former best friend and commander, Sonic the Hedgehog. Renegade sergeant of Metro South, now dead at the fox’s hand. Everything was taken from Prower in a blur of corporate documents and complex cybernetic surgery. His identity, his wife, his son. Everything that he stood for, except his memories and emotions. Memories and emotions he had to fight to keep, twice.
Now instead of Miles Prower, he was known as Cy-Fox, OCP Crime Prevention Unit 004.
Cy-Fox continued to stare blankly at Mediabreak, focusing intently. His audio/visual recorders were reading and writing their input into a file amongst others within his logical file system.
"Today, officials from the Guardian Unit of Nations announced that convicted criminal biologist Professor Gerald L. Robotnik was executed by hanging today, in Nuremberg. The professor was responsible for the release of a dangerous experimental life form that escaped G.U.N counter-terrorism forces during a sweep of the government orbital research facility known as the ARK in 2016. He was also responsible for orchestrating the death of G.U.N’s founder and first director, William Christopher Henderson while imprisoned." Wong said in his inherited upbeat fashion. Below him, an Internet link pointing to OCP’s O-Ring online entertainment site, promised a full unedited video of Robotnik’s execution.
Cy-Fox looked away from the television. He tuned it out in his mind. The scraps of awareness that composed Miles "Tails" Prower were outraged. He wanted to slam his fist through the TV, through Wong and through Gerald Robotnik’s executioners. He knew that almost all of it was not true. Robotnik did order the death of Henderson, but that was when Henderson was suspected, but untouchable in a brash of corruption cases. He was killed in his home by an ex-U.S Counter Terrorist Unit special agent who became a professional private investigator.
He had killed Henderson for his granddaughter.
An eye for an eye.
Inside the helmet, the fox’s eyes closed. Gerald’s granddaughter, Maria Rebecca Robotnik, was a terminally ill patient on the ARK, under her grandfather’s direct care. She was stricken with an experimental bio-weapon called NIDS, or Neurological-Immunological Deficiency Syndrome. She was killed by G.U.N without provocation on the ARK during their "sweep".
An innocent 16 year old girl.
What was worse, Prower knew her. It was one of the things he kept totally private. No one, not even Sonic when he was his best friend, knew. No one knew except the others that were with him when he visited the ARK. It was when he was 14, when he won a prize for improving a principle of aeronautical science with a thesis submitted to Gerald Robotnik among other budding ‘scientists’ of Prower’s age during a contest that Robotnik had sponsored with the help of the Interplanetary Council of Mathematicians and Scientists. He alone was picked as the best and the brightest.
And won a trip to the ARK itself. He remembered it vividly, even without the help of his internal computer. The sterile white, green and blue walls. The view of Earth on the observation deck. The ceremony on the recreational deck.
His visit to an ailing Maria in the Intensive Care wing.
He remembered it all.
"Hey, Two Tails! Aren’t you going with us to the ICU?" Gary Callahan called out to the fox. Callahan was a 17 year old human, a junior at the Dyson Academy. Callahan had an unruly mop of black hair. He looked like the fox’s Calculus teacher, Professor Charlie Epps.
"I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute. Something I gotta do." The young Miles was wearing a sky blue, short-sleeved dress shirt. He reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet. Snapping it open, he pulled out a wad of cash and pulled the door open to the ARK’s gift shop. He looked around, predator-like, a homage to his rudimentary cousin, the Earth quad-ped foxes. Then he spotted his prey, sitting on a pedestal. An antique doll of a human baby. Handcrafted. Gingerly, the fox pulled it up and brought it over to the commerce station. An array of optical scanners looked it over, checking its composition, then comparing it to an internal stock database, making sure it was the original item. The screen turned a neutral green and then a text prompt asked for money.
Tails fished out two fifties and fed them into the paper money slot. The screen brightened its shade of green and the scanners stopped. Tails then lifted it off the scanning table and slid it into his bag. But before closing it, he removed a spray bottle from a side pocket and sprayed the doll copiously with disinfectant. The spray quickly evaporated on contact after a few seconds, doing its work. Satisfied, the fox closed his bag, opened the glass door and went off after Callahan and his brood.
They were waiting for him, at a large bulkhead. Professor Robotnik at the head of the group. He smiled thinly at the fox. The professor had a bald head, except for a gray and long mustache. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose as well as a white labcoat and a purple turtleneck.
"The Intensive Care Unit." He said after clearly his throat. "The cleanest facility on this station, holds our most special patients. Ones who have little hope except for what we can find for them. Prisoners because of their diseases. They will be happy to see fresh faces. Now, you all have been vaccinated before you were transferred here by shuttle, so you shouldn’t worry about bringing them anything to complicate their stability. Nor should you worry about contagion. This is the non-contagious wing. We will not be visiting the acute wing." He turned to the door and slapped his palm on a reader plate. A skeletal breakdown of the hand appeared and biometric scanners searched for his bone measurements and also his fingerprints within its security database. It matched Gerald Robotnik’s hand and fingerprints to the ones on file and the door opened slowly. Tails tightened his hold on his backpack and slowly filed in with the others. But he stopped at Gerald Robotnik’s side.
"Excuse me, Professor."
"Yes Miles?" the professor said jovially.
"Is Maria in this wing?" Tails asked quietly.
Gerald nodded slowly. The fox swallowed. "Which bed is she at?" Gerald looked down at the young fox. He looked over into the ward. "I’ll show you myself, my boy." The two slowly filed in. The others were pulling labjackets on and also reclipping their ID badges to the front. Tails quickly unsnapped his ID and pulled his own labcoat on and repinned it.
"Feel free to mingle among the patients. Talk to them. Get to know them. The residents here will be happy to ask any medical questions you may have and to a point, will be able to show some diagnostic testing files." Gerald called out. He smiled thinly again. "Follow me, Prower."
Tails looked around slightly as he followed Gerald Robotnik. The ICU looked like a normal ICU in an Earth or Mobius hospital of 2014, except that the planetbound hospitals didn’t have massive computer stations where automated systems were constantly watching each of its charges while residents and attendings were providing oversight for the computers. His eyes latched onto a massive Torvalds Medi-dyne Model 496 surgical bot. He turned his head back to the front when he noticed Gerald had stopped. The old scientist slowly pulled a curtain back and poked his head in.
"Maria?" he said. "Would you like a visitor?"
"Of course Grandfather." A soft voice replied. Gerald stepped back and motioned for Tails to move inside. The fox slowly went around the opening in the plastic curtain. Lying in front of him on a gel-cushioned hospital bed was what Tails thought, was the most beautiful human girl he had ever seen.
She was the average height for a human of her age. She had pale, white skin and blond hair. She was wearing a dark blue one-piece dress of the fashion of the ARK’s female scientists. But what caught the fox’s attention out of all, was her eyes. They were deep blue, much like his own, but where his was intense and dark, hers was light, like a robin’s egg.
"Hello" he said timidly. "I’m Miles Prower. But everyone calls me Tails."
Maria smiled. "You’re the Prizewinner. Grandfather’s told me a lot about you. You’re the first one that’s ever wanted to actually see me. Everyone else on tours just forgets that I’m here."
"You’re kidding." The fox said incredulously. "Forget you? But you’re the science officer’s granddaughter.." Maria lowered her eyes slightly. "I know..It makes me sad sometimes. Out of everything that I miss, it’s the people. I love meeting new people. Seeing them, hearing them talk. As if I were planetside. You know, I never saw Mobius. Even when the ARK does its 4 year move between orbits. Too sick to leave this place. But I’m getting stronger."
"That’s good." Tails said. "It means that they’re on their way to finding a cure for you." Maria smiled. "One day, I want to walk out of here like any other person here, and get on the Observation Deck." She sighed. "But enough about me. Tell me about you. Do you have a family? Grandfather only told me the basics."
Tails sat at the foot of her bed. He sighed. "No. They’re all dead." Maria closed and re-opened her eyes. "I’m sorry…may I ask what happened to them?"
"Sure.." the fox said. "I’ve gotten used to talking about it. My father..his name was Amadeus. He was in the royal military in Knothole, and had to retire after getting wounded. Got into making airplanes and had me with my mother in West Island. Then the independent airplane makers went under when OCP moved in. He ended up working for them, and one day he looked out the window at home. The next minute, he lost his head. Sniper. Criminal."
Maria was horrified. "And your mother?"
"Died from shock. Happened when I was 8."
"8?! You poor thing…how…" Small tears formed at the edges of Maria’s eyes. "How did you live?"
"Well…there was this very nice human who was, and still is police chief of Station Square. Friendly guy. He used to be chief of the LAPD back in the 1980s. He was there with the cops when they came to look things over. Next thing I knew, he and some off-duty officers had showed up with a collection fund. Helped me make funeral arrangements for Mom and Dad. Helped me with their final expenses and even helped me build a small place out near the mountains. Stayed there to this day. Friends always came around."
"So…is it true…that you’re Sonic the Hedgehog’s best friend?" Maria leaned forward anxiously. Tails nodded. "Always have been, always will be."
"I’ve seen him a lot on TV….when he went around stopping my insane cousin. He’s in the Graham Sanitarium now, you know." Maria said. Tails nodded. He blinked. "I brought you something."
"Oh?" Maria said. "That’s very nice of you."
Tails pulled his bag over by the straps and opened it. Then slowly, using his body to shield it from her eyes, he pulled the doll out. Then, cradling it in his arms, he got off the foot of the bed and slowly turned, going up closer, to her bedside. "You now have a beautiful, healthy daughter." He said humorlessly.
"Oh!" Maria’s eyes widened as he put it in her arms. Tears started to well up again. "How did you know…where…" She sharply inhaled. "I’ve always wanted one. I’d seen one in the gift shop before I went into Intensive when I was 5.." Tails nodded. "That would be the one."
"It is?!" Maria looked down at it and cradled it. "Oh….oh…Miles….you sweet boy." Tails smiled, and felt like he was a light that had just been pumped with electricity when he saw Maria smile herself.
"You sweet sweet boy." Maria repeated. She reached out and the fox leaned forward. She brushed her fingers across his white muzzle. The fox then took her hand and kissed it. "Anything for you to be happy, Maria."
"You are very kind." She said and Tails felt like the light again, as she beamed at him. He heard the plastic curtain being moved and turned to see Professor Robotnik.
"So…how are we getting along?" he said, sounding as always, naturally friendly. Maria closed her eyes as she smiled again and slightly lifted her doll up. "Miles brought me a doll Grandfather." Gerald chuckled and smiled at the fox. "Are you sure you want to stay in aeronautics? You look like you’d be one fine M.D. If I had several of you, for all the pediatric cases, morale rates would be higher than a balloon." Tails took his turn to smile. "Sorry sir. But I was born to a rotor head, and I’ll stay a rotor head."
Maria sat up in her bed. "Can he stay with us for a bit Grandfather?"
Gerald yawned and began to think about it. The others would be going home soon, but Maria’s private nurse was down in Crew Medicine, being treated for pneumonia. He yawned again and nodded. "If he wants to."
The fox looked from Gerald to Maria. "Of course I’ll stay."
Maria smiled.
The memory then faded from the center of his mind. Two years later, Maria would be ripped apart by 9mm slugs from Heckler & Koch MP5-Is slung by merciless stormtroopers from G.U.N. When he heard that she had died, he had locked himself in his room at home, and wouldn’t come out. Not even for Sonic, who he had punched later on. At that time, he was very volatile. Angry at the injustice of the governments lightly stepping over her death, covering it up as if she was insane and mad like her ‘mad’ grandfather.
Maria Robotnik’s death was ultimately what caused Tails to move from working with propellers and wings, into badges and handcuffs.
Her death made him a cop.