Hekapoo

Metal kept the defensive stance, though it did seem to slacken by some regards. Ah, they assumed Sonic was sending invites out to some sort of party. That made some degrees of sense, if his band of rodents was to organize any event, he would be the one to send out the personal invites. His speeds were, after all, comparably similar to Metal’s own. 

“… you are correct,” Metal hummed, finally lowering it’s guard a bit. “I am sending out invitations to the world’s elite fighters. Doctor Ivo Robotnik - Colloquially known as Eggman, is running a special tournament to see who is the strongest. I will be participating as a sort of proof of concept on the Doctor’s part. There are but three invitations left to deliver, and then a public announcement is sure to follow.”

There was no harm in telling this demonic civilian everything. Word of mouth could only help the doctor’s cause. Perhaps she even knew of some worthwhile candidates for testing an invite on.

Metal continued, punching a fist into it’s open palm.

“I briefly test the contestants for a certain level of skill, then analyze whether or not they are eligible.” It thought a moment, then pointed to Hekapoo. “Tell your associates. It is going to be a sight to behold, when it goes underway.”

After arriving in Beach City via portal, the hunt was on for the blue robot. After pulling a similar hunt to what she had in Domino, Hekapoo found she was very close.

Very recently the robot had been through, seemingly for a tune up. It may have been through to invite the Crystal Gems to whatever event it was messengering for, but Hekapoo didn’t dare interview them lest she absolutely needed to.

Still, the locals had plenty of tip offs and soon Hekapoo was running out and away from the city all together.

Going a steady pace she thought over everything she learned. The bit hadn’t been hostile as far as she understood so she found it in her best intrest to approach non-threatening as well.

No sense having a repeat situation. No… she would tackle this a more unassuming route. The Invitations. It didn’t hurt to dig into what exactly this thing’s end goal was.

No portals, no high speed chases until she got her hands on what she was after. It was almost a pain to run this slow when she’s this close, instincts telling her to sprint when the goal is so close within reach. She swears she can almost see it-

Actually no- that is a blue speck, off in the feild, away from the highway leading into and out of Beach City.

Well, time to put the plan in action.

“Heeeeeeey! Sonic! Hey you sonic the hedgehog!”

At the top of her lungs without screaming Hekapoo called out to the figure, dashing in at what she viewed as a controlled speed.

“Hey i’m a really big fan! Hey can you answer a question for an aspiring hero!? Sonic!?”

God, she hated this plan already.

Wondrous.

Metal whirred it’s head to glance over it’s shoulder, noting that somebody was running towards it. It took a few moments to run some facial recognition checks on the approaching figure, only to come up with nothing of significance. A civilian then… A demonic civilian. 

Taking a slightly defensive stance, Metal turned to face the other, claws at the ready.

“Sonic is not here,” Metal spoke out, increasing the volume of it’s voice as it addressed the approaching demon. “My design far surpasses that blue charlatan’s in every conceivable way. Your hero is elsewhere.”

The disdain in Metal’s tone was plainly obvious, and not at all friendly. It wasn’t about to allow itself to be lumped in with the likes of the Hedgehog. Not when it had it’s own missions to complete, not when it needed so badly to go out for repairs, not when it’s schedule was behind already. Whatever this thing wanted with Sonic, it was clearly unable to provide. Especially for an aspiring hero. 

"Oh, shoot you've gotta be kidding me. A gimicy knock-off?"

Hekapoo crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, flipping the fringe out of her face.

"Well this sucks, guess i'll never find out what kind of big party he's giving invites for."

With a dramatic sigh she continued, addressing the bot instead of 'speaking out in frustration'.

Metal flexed it’s fingers, LED optics zooming in and focusing in on the digits with intent. Putting the hand down, it raised the other, doing the same and focusing on them in the same manner. It was hard to believe, but it seemed as though the combined effort of that car wash owner and the crystal gem accompanying him were able to give a half decent repair job.

At the very least, they cleaned his chassis quite effectively. 

Still.

Metal glanced back at Beach City, which was now far behind him, but still well within view. Again, optics zoomed in to focus, before snapping a photo for the memory banks. Reference. 

Oddly, they were able to refill his jet fuel stores rather easily. It was something one of the gems seemed to have quite a bit of in reserves. Their inability, or rather, flat out refusal to restock his weapon stores, was a tad infuriating. Clearly it was something they had the capacity to provide in some form, and yet, they chose their pitiful clingings to peace above anything else.

It wasn’t as if Metal planned to harm anyone they knew. 

Not on purpose, at least.

Clenching it’s fists, Metal looked forward, deciding not to fret over what it was currently lacking. It was true, perhaps, that it lacked physical and traditional armaments, but the past fight with Cyborg 17 provided it with something else. Something potentially more effective, if only it could figure out a better means of utilization. 

Energy projection. Specifically, a means to tap into the stores of chaos energy within it. It might be feasibly to utilize this as a primary form of offense, over anything else it previously held. And, even then, with full fuel stores, Metal’s body was a weapon unto itself.

“Reevaluating Status,” Metal echoed to itself, allowing it’s rear jet to ignite, allowing it to hover just off the ground as it started to make its way forward, heading towards a wide open field. An excellent place to pick up speed with little resistance. 

After a few moments of silence, Metal seemed to grow annoyed. 

“Hnn. The most adequate course of action still lies in getting a full repair at the Creator’s hands. Continuing primary initiative of sending out invites would be… potentially sub-optimal and shortsighted.”

After a few moments of silence, the robot suddenly stopped in the center of the field, glancing off towards the side, as if considering it’s options. Briefly, it glanced down at it’s feet, deciding to focus on the flowers for the time being. 

Very recently the robot had been through, seemingly for a tune up. It may have been through to invite the Crystal Gems to whatever event it was messengering for, but Hekapoo didn't dare interview them lest she absolutely needed to.

Still, the locals had plenty of tip offs and soon Hekapoo was running out and away from the city all together.

Going a steady pace she thought over everything she learned. The bit hadn't been hostile as far as she understood so she found it in her best intrest to approach non-threatening as well.

No sense having a repeat situation. No... she would tackle this a more unassuming route. The Invitations. It didn't hurt to dig into what exactly this thing's end goal was.

No portals, no high speed chases until she got her hands on what she was after. It was almost a pain to run this slow when she's this close, instincts telling her to sprint when the goal is so close within reach. She swears she can almost see it-

Actually no- that is a blue speck, off in the feild, away from the highway leading into and out of Beach City.

Well, time to put the plan in action.

"Heeeeeeey! Sonic! Hey you sonic the hedgehog!"

At the top of her lungs without screaming Hekapoo called out to the figure, dashing in at what she viewed as a controlled speed.

"Hey i'm a really big fan! Hey can you answer a question for an aspiring hero!? Sonic!?"

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