[ I remind if you are reading this, this is part two and you should read part one if you need to understand the story.]
In a brightly lit hall that seems familiar to a parliament meeting room, a single masked soldier can be seen standing in middle while a bunch of people look at him from their seats high above.
???: Soldier 880 codename Elixir. Over 50 missions in the frontline and success rate of over 85%... I ask you what can be the reason you wanted to garner information about the freedom fighters?
Elixir: *kneels* I encountered a abnormal situation and merely wanted to find something about it. Your excellence.
???: Abnormal situation? But the report has so such information and nor do the rescue squad, we demand a explanation.
Under the gaze of dozens or so veterans of war, Elixir was almost suffocated from pressure until a single light voice rang out.
???: Why are you all in a hurry? Let the guy breath a little.
???: Easy for you to say prowler, not everybody has a scientist's patience.
Prowler: And you think that newbie can speak under the pressure? Give him some space will you?
Prowler, a two tailed yellow fox (aka tails) is perched atop one of the seven highest seats and is the only one present among them.
The pressure finally receded and Elixir finally could manage to gasp for air, he took a few seconds breathing before rising to his feet once again.
Elixir: the alloyan I faced.. it was not a average alloyan, it didn't kill me at first glance when it had the advantage but instead tried to communicate.
???: Communicate? But alloyan voices are more shrilled than a DVD player and harder to decipher.
Prowler: Continue.
Elixir: Yes. The alloyan tried to talking but soon understood verbal communication was a no go, it took a slab from the ground a wrote a few things in it that I then tried to find out.
Prowler: It wrote? With its finger? It seems it is more complicated than it looks. What do you think whisper?
Whisper the fox , seated one level lower than tails, she was fidgeting with her gun with her wisps circling around her fireflies, she raises her eyes that are now more wise than before.
Whisper: I don't know, you should continue your report first.
Elixir: Then I should move on, the alloyan was of blue colour and moved at fast speeds, i also witnessed a ability to teleport from it. The first words that it wrote was "I won't kill you."
Prowler: teleportation and high speed, a tricky foe to deal with without proper preparation. Anything else of note?
Elixir: Indeed, he said something about being one of the converted, which translates to first generation of alloyans.. but it said it was not one of them. The person who brought him out was also killed by him.
Whisper: Converted!? Tell me his appearance NOW!
Prowler: Calm down whisper, you are scaring our friend over here, maybe we can learn something new aswell.
Elixir: then I shall continue.. It has a striking resemblance to a hedgehog with metallic blue quills and a pair of rotten gloves and sneakers on its body, it said his name was Sonic.
Silence, absolute silence where no one moved and Elixir suddenly felt a wave of chaos coming his way, he couldn't hold on and stubbled back.
Prowler: Sonic? Sonic the hedgehog? *Brings out a pad and quickly makes a rough sketch* Did he look like this?
The sketch was tossed to Elixir who caught it, it showed Sonic of 13 years ago with his blue quills and radiant smile eating a chilidog.
Elixir: It matches.. more than 95% percent from my estimate.
Prowler and whisper and many other like espio, Honey, etc, who were the first members of the council stood up and looked at each other.
Prowler: Call for a announcement, any visual observation of a blue hedgehog alloyan is to be reported as top priority.
Prowler told to his assistant to the side and left the hall alongside the others.
Whisper: You should contain your emotions tails, we don't know if he really is him or a clone like shard was. We have no prior knowledge of a converted remember his past self.
Espio: she is right, I know he was your brother and all but we need to be steel cold in our judgements.
Prowler: I know.. its Just that I want to clutch onto that hope after what happened to knuckles, if he is a clone.. then i will destroy him with my own hands.
Espio: should we tell others? Silver has been too stressed recently so I don't think we should tell him.
Prowler: wait until I get some confirmation, we can't cause chaos from the internal turmoil.
*****
-Meanwhile, Somewhere in lower grounds of metropolis-
Sonic: I have to find some shelter, I have to find some safe place if I want to distance myself from these things.
Sonic says as he stands atop a five floor building, far away he sees the giant walls that seperate the alloyan conquered area from the safe zone.
Below in the streets, creatures resembling slugs with scaled shell were wriggling around munching on any plant or corpse they could see.
Sonic leaps from building to building as he tries to find a shelter until he came across a wierd looking mound on a small open clearing.
He focuses from atop the building to see a bunch of trees densely present in a wide clearing that looks like a park, jumping off he closes in and stood in front of it.
Using his claws as digging tools, he quickly dug up a area of the mound to see a small hole covered with a metal cap, he removed it to witness a ladder going down further down.
Sonic: Looks like a entrance of some sort, nothing wrong in taking a look.
Sonic grabbed onto the ladder and made his way down to find himself in a dimly lit place with no light except the pipe he came in, he tries looking around and found a small switch on the wall and pressed it.
A bunch of lights lit up and gave full view of the place, a iron door about twice his size in both length and width and metallic floor and walls.
Sonic: A bunker? I should go close the lid so non of those slugs can get in * quickly closed the lid in high speed and returned with a warp* Now what is this place?
The door was very heavy and barely budged when Sonic kicked in, to the side he saw something akin to circuit box and opened it.
He was greeted with a key pad and along with a small note that said "The name of the emerald guardian is the word."
He understood what it meant and tried typing Knuckles onto the keypad but it was number pad and not a keyboard.
He saw some scribbled words that looks like those first generation phones he once saw called nokia or something with a set of letters on the each number.
He tried to pressing one of the buttons depending on the letters and Soon the door begin opening, a sound of some decontamination chamber opening followed as the door finally opened.
Sonic peeked inside and saw a bunch of neatly placed stuff on shelves made of glass and iron, to the side was a small fridge which has some extreme level apocalypse rations that seems be able to last 50 more years.
Sonic: *opens a cabinet* This... I gotta be the luckiest guy alive *puts on a buttonless long jacket that comes to his knees* And it is a perfect fit too.
He went around the small shelter and soon saw it, a small room with a skeleton resembling a mobian dog leaning against a open window, to the side he saw a metallic robot cleaning the area with a mop and other tools.
Sonic: *comes closer and observes the skeleton* A cut on the neck and a knife with a plastic handle. He killed himself.. well atleast I will put this shelter to good use for you.
Giving a small prayer to the former owner of the shelter, Sonic finally found something he was looking for, A bedroom that seemed as good as new with the mattress still in good condition.
He jumped on it with joy and streched his body which still had a small hole in his head.
Sonic: Now that I found this place... Let's do some investigation, I need to find the difference between those. Dreams and the reality.
He said and sat on the ground and one by one tried to use any of his abilities.
First he found out that the runes and bloodlines stuff no longer worked as if it never existed, magic however still worked just like he learnt based on Sonica's constant bragging.
The chaos energy was also just like he imagined but it no longer was used like he was accustomed to.
Second he tried using the emerald powers he had some confidence in mimicking, he succeeded in warp but it was much weaker and so were the other abilities, time stop's duration was less than half a second for him and amplification was dropped down to 12%.
The construct and damaged reduction powers were also weakened to a tenth of their power as well.
Sensing in and out of his body, Sonic saw a flow of ki but it was very weak, it barely reached the level of a normal child and could barely match the power of 3 gold rings.
Sonic: so the bloodlines and stuff is a no go, I can mimic the emeralds but I barely reach a minimal level without the bloodline boosts. Magic is still good but my ki is very weak which matches the iron body I am right now.
Using his experiments Sonic understood that there was a way to gain the powers he saw the other use against that armadillo but have no clue whatsoever on how to gain then.
First things first he formulated a plan on his recovery after the recent events with a clear goal in mind 'Finding the truth and his friends'.
Sonic: That reminds me, can I even eat food? *A horrific thought popped up in his mind as he dashes towards the fridge and brought a packet of rations* please work.
He ate the dry noodles within two bites and then fell to his knees in relief, he could still eat and taste. He felt it deep within him that his body was basically normal but more rigid and durable.
Sonic: I am not fully metal but my body seems to have become more compact to match a metal, it's heavier and more hard but less flexible and that causes me a lot of problems.
He tried to use chaos energy to forcefully return to a more biological state but failed instantly, he wrote his observations in a board inside the room that was placed in a corner.
Sonic: the wound has stopped healing.. do I need Sunlight like a plant or something to heal?
Warping above the ground Sonic again reached the rooftops outside the park and stood in the evening light, he tried to sense what was going on and reached a conclusion.
Sonic: This body converts heat and nutrients to repair itself, atleast I don't have to worry about medicine or something like that. Maybe as my body adapts to chaos energy I can try changing it.
Just as Sonic was about to leave for the bunker again, he felt a wave of wind hit, he felt vibration in the surroundings and quickly turned.
In the distance some distance away from the wall, he saw smoke rising from multiple places and the absence of slugs further raises his caution.
Jumping through the rooftops again he soon made his way to the rising smoke as the vibrations grew more intense and sound of something akin gunshots made way to his ears.
Sonic: A Gunfight, there may be something going on over there.. I need to find out what is going on.
****
Meanwhile outside the walls, a bunch of soldiers were firing at the hordes of slugs crawling towards the walls, behind the slugs are alloyans which are using the slugs as shields against the weaponry while fighting back with their own guns and launchers.
Commander: DONT RETREAT, THEY MUST NOT REACH THE GATES. CARLOS, TAKE THE FRONT.
Carlos, a chonky hamster inside a mecha gives the commander a nod and begins running towards the slugs.
He mecha raises it's feet and crushes the smaller slugs, while a attachable high temperature sword finds it's way through the bigger slugs.
Carlos: You half metal pieces of crap need to placed in y- urgh *the mecha got hit by something large and fell backwards* WE GOT A RUMBLER HERE.
The Rumbler which is like a slow and highly durable giant which reaches to 3 floors in height roars, it has no fixed shape and is created when a bunch of lower alloyan corpses are merged together and controlled by a middle level alloyan.
The Rumbler hit the mecha with a kick to the chest and threw it stumbling into a building, the mecha stood up with a dent in its torso and ripped out a few rebars stuck in its arm.
The fight turns into a wrestling match with the Rumbler having the strength advantage but the mecha had support from other soldiers.