[Secound objective: protect cream]

[Third Objective: elimate all badnils in my way]

((I still dunno what I’ll do with a character who’s motivation was beaten out of him by Sonic & Co, but thanks for letting me claim him anyways))

"Mngh..."

Surge groaned from her seat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing her arms with her hands. Her face scrunched up and looking away from the door. Instead eyes moving to the dresser in the room or closest thing away from the current situation. The expression on her face was as clear as it had been for the past couple hours.

"..." Slipstream looked at her in silence, eyes as soft as usual. He was leaning next to the door with a sympathetic yet somber expression. Scarf wrapped extra tight for today. "If you're still not comfortable enough to talk yet then we don't have to. I can wait as long as-"

"No! No... I do want to talk and get it over with just..." Surge glanced at him before rolling her eyes back and flopping on to the bed. Staring blankly at the motel ceiling. "Last night was... ''Easier'', I guess, cuz I was having a rough night and let it all out. But now I'm aware of it and it's embarrasing as fuck."

She was always rather blunt and straightforward with how she felt. Well, they both were in a way. But even she seemed to struggle with them at times. Espescially for something like this. Good Gaia it felt weird.

"Is this like how you feel about your emotions all the time? Just over thinking on em really hard?"

"...Yeah, a bit like that," The robot weakly replied. Nervously scratching at the sides of his quills, fingers treading through the light grayish blue fur as he tried to figure out what to do. "If it's of any assistance to you, I also feel pretty bad about something. The mistake I made and mentioned last night I wanna talk about it after this, even if it's a little scary too..."

"Hmph, yeah but it's you. Can't be that bad-"

"Please, get mad at me for it..." Slipstream stared downwards as he clutched his quill. Regret fresh om his face. "Please."

"...?" The tenrec leaned herself up a bit to look at him. Holding a puzzled look with a raised brow. "Well that's not ominous at all." She muttered half-heartedly. She was at least partially sure he was blowing it out of proportion, just kind of how Slip was when it came to his mistakes or failures and... sort of like how she was right now.

With a lowering of her shoulders the tenrec started.

"I... Look I said what I said last night and I meant it. The idea of losing you is... It pisses me the hell off and I hate it!" Proclaimed Surge as her hands balled into fists and pressed against the cushions. "Not just you, but everything I have. It's why I've been keeping you and Kit extra close and out of harms way—And why shouldn't I?! I'm just keeping you both safe!"

The tenrec wildly gestures with her hands as she crossed her legs and sat. Thinking back to all of the bad things that happened. Like that damn masked ferret, the natural disaster, the kidnapping- Everything!

"I don't think you shouldn't. Protecting what matters to you is common, at least given what I have seen seen and learned. And I want to protect you too..." The robot paused and let the words hand for a moment, his mutual care, but it did not feel like enough. "Even when we're together, like right now, sometimes a thought crosses my circuitry about danger and I resolve myself to be ready if something happens."

"So we're in agreement then!" She said, raising her hands up high. Hopping off the bed as she regained her usual smugness. "You stick with me, I protect you from whatever happens! And we get to enjoy being together every moment, problem solved!"

"It's... Surge as much as I care about you which I promise is a really really huge amount, I- I don't think I want to always be directly beside you every moment. Not that I dislike spdnding time with you! I do! I really do it's a lot of fun and it makes me happy!" The hedgehog started slow but his tone became a bit more frantic as he tried to prevent any misunderstanding.

"Then what's the problem?!" Surge put her hands to her hips and leaned towards him, with a slightly upset expression. Barring her fangs for a moment before tilting her head a bit, remembering last night. "Look, I know I said I end up clinging to you -- And I can do that less ‐- cuz you help me feel better. But you said I could ask you for help so I... don't get it."

Her voices trailed off as she attempted to step back a bit. So closeness was bad? Or too much of it? Both of them seemed to not quite understand it well, or explain it. But, that did not stop them from trying... And try Slipstream did.

"Well, what about when there's two differing things we want to do? Or one of us wants to do something alone because it's personal. Then we might argue, or one of us ends up unhappy or unsatisfied and... Yeah maybe sometimes that will happen and we can hopefully compromise or something else but why can't we also be comfortable with being seperated sometimes?" Slipstream shrugged his shoulders as he did his best to format the query. "Is that so wrong? Shouldn't we also be able to choose alone time if we want to...?"

"It's..."

She took a hot minute to think. Proccessing the words and thinking on what he meant, scratching her head or picking at her ear as she did. Her mouth hung upon then closed to, Surge slowly got what he meant and saw his point. But as she did a new thought formed. And the tenrec regained a smaller bit of her usual temper.

"Okay, fine, I get that. But what if I need you and you're not there?! Or worse YOU need help and I'm not there?!" Surge pointed her finger to Slipstream's chest, poking him right below the scarf. "I know how you fight, and it's always trying to spare your enemy and holding back Slip. If you get in REAL danger and I'm not there to bail you out like last time you're going to get killed because you won't!"

The scarf wearing robo-hog stared into Surge's eyes. The genuine concern was very clearly present, and it did feel good to be cared for. But also came with a knowing realization, as now he was the one who looked away. Turning to stare at the corner of the room. The topic was, a very dark one to say the least.

"...I think this is the point where I should bring up my mistake. And as I said earlier please, don't hold back," Said the robot in a somber tone ss he slowly slid off the wall and-

"Wha-a-at are you doing?"

The robot quickly kneeled downwards before getting on all fours. Provoking the tenrec to step back and look on in confusion. As Slipstream went as far down as he could go. Performing a dogeza in apology. Which the tenrec didn't recognize, but the meaning was hopefully conveyed.

"I'm very sorry but I made a poor decision without thinking and did something I deeply regret and hope that you can one day forgive me for," His voice was soft and weak, almost sounding on the verge of tears. If he could cry anyways.

"Dude it cannot be that ba-"

"I lied to you to avoid an arguement."

"...What?"

"When we were teamed up with Silver and I said I needed his help with something I lied about what it was. I found the bad guy and had already beaten him up and I knew that if you found him you'd finish him off and-"

Slipstream was cut off as Surge rushed forward and grabbed him by the collar of his scarf. Lifting him up high before pressing him against the wall of the room.The look on her face was as clear as the rays of light from the sun, or of a lightning bolt striking through the darkness. She glared daggers into him, and Slipstream felt that was only right. Clenching her free hand into a fist.

"...Go ahead, I deserve it. I did somethimg terrible and I swear I never will again but I still deserve to be punished for it," Slipstream took one last look at Surge in her fury, apology written all over his face. Before closing his robotic eyes and preparing himself for a blow to the face.

"..."

CRASH! BZZZAT! CRA-KSSSHK!

For a moment the hedgehog's eyes remained closed. But as he felt himself fall to the floor and the several loud noises of destruction confusiom befell him. Quickly opening his right eye and then the other, raising a hand to move his fur tufts out of the way so he could see it in full.

The bed was caved in at the center, a impact mark hard enough it looked like it reached through the floor, the dresser gad been tossed through the window, a night stand ripped in half, and several other things had either gained electrical burns or been broken to pieces. In essence the entire room was in disarray and destroyed. And standing in the center, clutching a broken piece of wood into splinters with her hand, was none other than Surge. Huffing and puffing with lingering rage, havimg turned the entire bedroom into a reck-room. Before turning back to the robot.

Who, along with the place in the room surronding him was utterly unharmed. Before he could question anything Surge rushed toward him, slamming her fist into the wall just beside him. Placing herself over him and pinning him down so she couldn't escape.

And he remained silent as he stared upwards at her. A similar face of anger pointed at him, lip curled and filled with something he could not describe.

"I'm angry--VERY angry--with you... But I'm not gunna fucking hurt you! You dumbass!" Surge shouted directly into his face, arms sealing off any escape from her words. He was going to listen to her, very, very closely. "Sure, maybe I get rough sometimes when we play around, but I HATE seeing you hurt. I would never hurt you, never."

Then she took her first out of the wall, swiftly raised it above the hedgehogs head, and with the lightest force she could use gently pressed her hand against his soft head.

"The worst I'd ever do is bonk you on the head when you're being stupid, lightly hit your arm, or pinch your cheeks," As she said the following actions she then did them in sequence, making the hedgehog very aware of what she meant. Holding onto his cheek so she could bring his face closer. "And maybe bite you a bit too if I feel like it. But I'd never seriously injure or hurt you."

To finish off her declerarion she lifted a finger and pressed it against his small triangular nose. Boop.

"Got that Slip?"

Slipstream nodded in confirmation. Moving his head up and down as much as he could. But he did not speak, not yet.

"Good," Surge did not move back, staying very close. She had quite the aura of intimidation. And it barely easyed even a tiny bit. "Now onto the next thing. I know you're a goody-two-shoed robot hedgehog who doesn't want to kill, but I thought you were okay with me doing so? Like with say a certain narcissistic prick named Sonic that needs a thrashing? Hmm?"

She tapped his nose again, as if signaling it was his turn to talk. And so Slipstream prepared himself. Closing his eyes for a momemt and thinking om how to phrase himself.

"...You're right- On both things. And that's why I know what I did was a mistake, and if you go after him to finish the job this time I won't stop you," Slipstream did his best to steady his voice despite how nervous he felt, tugging at his scarf's fabric as if searching for courage. "I think the worst thing someone can ever do is to distort life, even just one life. Because to distort life is to pervert the natural freedom and autonomy all are entilted to and born with, to force one's self onto another is the worst evil, and it deserves punishment."

The robot paused. It took a moment but eventually he held firm and found it. With one last blench of his scarf he opened his palms outward, as if fully exposing himself to be freely judged.

"And that's also why I don't think I personally have the right to end a life. While it's not exactly a distortion, and death is a part of nature, to me it comes close because it takes away that person's freedom and autonomy by ending their life. But I also think enacting punishment on someone guilty and deserving of it is justifiable, it's why I do what I do to protect life and enact justice," As he explained his morals the hedgehog looked upwards at her.

"So that's your version of a precious moral code?" Surge stated rather bluntly as she tilted her head. Her angered expression had lessened a bit but she still pouted.

"It's not as precious as you," Slipstream answered her question just as bluntly. "I am loyal to my sense of right and wrong, nevertheless I am also loyal to you and I refuse to be disloyal. My care for you, as per the bond we share, is more important to me than anything. And to distort that connection of both our lives by being disloyal is something I would never freely do, I promise you that Surge."

"...So basically what you're saying is, you choose me over anything?" Surge stared wide-eyed for a moment. She was trying to remain a bit mad but it wasn't really working, his sincerity was nice as usual. Her tail gently wagging ethusiastically behind her. "You must of been made with like a sack of sugar in your circuits, you're too good at this sweet talking thing."

"Wha- But it's not sweet talk! I mean it!" He gestured frantically, flustered at the idea she thought he was being dishonest.

"I know, just messin' with ya.," Surge finally leaned back a bit but still used her foot to keep him in place. There would be no moving till this was over with. "But hurry up a little okay. So what do you mean exactly?"

"Okay... What I mean is, while I don't like the idea of doing so myself, it's what you choose and I respect that. I'm not going to help you destroy someone, but I'm not going to stop you either. It'd be different if this was about someone innocent, but this is someone guilty, and I still believe evil deserves to be punished," Slipstream raised a finger and politely pointed at her. "Getting in your way also goes against what I think is right, because you're special to me, so while our moral codes may differ at times--and maybe still will--my loyalty as a friend won't change."

"My moral code? Since when do I have one of those?"

"You said you'd never hurt me a moment ago, because you hate it and think doing so is wrong. I'm sure you think the same goes for Kit. And I think the same when it comes to hurting you, I'd never do so as well and hate it," Slipstream gently raised a hand and placed it over where his heart would be were he made of flesh and not metal. "That's a moral code, or at least the start of one. Which is why I trust you and your view on this, you're a kind person and care for others not a murderer, so I believe that you wouldn't kill innocent people or purely for fun because of your heart."

"...And you're really fine with that?" Again, she hesitated to give an opinion yet. As if slowly working up to the finale as she asked each question. "Completely fine? And if I--WHEN I eventually do it... You'll still support me?"

"I... Yeah, yeah I am. Maybe someone else will view me as wrong for doing so and I won't lie I feel a bit guilty about it. But I'm willing to bear that too, because this isn't about what others think is right, it's about us," Slipstream removed his hand pointed at her, hand close to her heart. "This is my freedom, and it's what I choose to do with it, and I'll accept all the consequences that come with it because to be free without regrets doesn't mean you avoid the consequences of your actions."

His hand lingered there for a moment, as he looked up at her. Each staring into the other's eyes, light blue to dark blue. Then, after a moment, Surge reached out her hands and clasped his. Holding onto it tightly as she lowered herself down onto the floor where he was and keeping his hand steady, and right at her heart It was important, really important, that they touch right now.

"..."

Her expression softened, only the faintest of anger left with her, but not the anger of someone fuming with rage. But of someone determined and righteous. And so she took a deep breath, letting him see and feel that, before she started.

"Okay... Yeah, that's okay with me too. And thanks, Slipstream. I know I don't really, say it as loud and proud as you do, but I do appreciate the respect, care, and just everything you feel and do for me," Surge spoke softly, a tone that she was using for maybe the first time ever. "And so that's why, it's really important, about what isn't okay with me."

With a small squeeze of Slipstream's gloved hand, she removed her right. Before mirroring his point, pressing her finger very genly against the soft grey fur of his chest. Right as where his heart is.

"If I have a heart, then so do you. And it bet it's just as soft and gentle as you... Which is why you have to fight to protect that too okay?" She pressed further into him, as if she could touch his heart directly. "I know you're a heroic person and that you want to help protect people's lives, so protect your own too as much as you would mine. If it's between your life or ending someone else's to stay alive, choose yours. Because if you get destroyed that hurts me, it hurts Kit too and everyone who cares about you, and most of all it hurts your self and all of that is worth protecting."

The tenrec's words flowed like an electric charge. From one core to the other. A gentle, righteous, ferocity on her face. And so after listening the hedgehog raised his own hand, and took hers. Holding onto each other.

"...You're right. I know you're right," Slipstream always spoke wothout confidance or certainty in himself, but his confidance in Surge remained. And the words of a new oath found their bravery to be. "So if it's necessary to protect my life or others then I will kill to do so, not out of malice but to do as I always have and fight. And if fighting is a sin, then let me be damned."

And with that a smile made it's way onto Surge's face. A very bright, ear to ear, toothy smile that came straight from the heart. And looking at it with his own eyes, Slipstream made another silent promise to protect it forever.

"So, you can sound cool when you want to~! Hehehe!" She lightly teased as her fingers fully wrapped themself in his hands, and she giggled happily.

"Hahaha," And rest assured the expression on his face was certainly the same. "Thank you very much Surge, and uhm are we cool now?"

"Yeah, we're cool... And thank you too."

To be a cherished part of someone's life, that's the greatest honor one can receive...

The End, for now, until the next Starting Line comes

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Thank you for reading.

*19.*

*That was all there was, 19 Cab-Robots, designed, crafted, and made by CabbageMan.*

*Each one made with a self-learning AI, each one with intense strength, durability, and intelligence.*

*All 19 loyal to The Cabbage Man (after being stripped of any sentience that could be made, of course.)*

*The 19 Cabbots stood in formation, Cabbage was PROUD of his creations.*

*More proud of them then he ever was for a certain machine (You know who.)*

" DOHOHOHOOO! This is marvelous! Soon, the empire shall kneel to The Cabbage Man! (TM), all thanks to my machines! "

" This is nice. "

[APPEARANCE]

Ovin "Ovi" Kintobor is a Well-Built and Athletic being who has short yet somewhat spiky raven black hair styled in a Quiff-like fashion and Vivid, Golden Yellow eyes. His attire consists of a blue jumpsuit with dark blue lining down the middle buttoned up by silver clips, alongside a black doublet with silver buttons worn over it. He also wears white gloves and Jet Shoes.

The Jet Shoes are mainly white and smooth with black heel regions. Above the topline, each shoe has a blue tongue and black collar encircled by a single dark blue strap. Around the rim of the soles, the Jet Shoes have blue strips of metal on the rear and front of the bottom, broken below the in-steps. The space between the break has a small groove that allows Jack to slide on rails. On the bottom of each sole is a blue-green line of five small "jets" (two up front and three on the heel). In short, the Air Shoes if they got a redesign.

[PERSONALITY]

You’ll have to find out. ;)

[BACKSTORY]

So, to keep it short, he is the Sol Dimension’s variant of Eggman, Maria and Shadow… all wrapped up in a neat lil’ bow.

Unlike Maria, however, he never had NIDS. His Grandfather, Jerald Kintobor, did, however. (Jerald is the Sol Dimension’s Gerald, obviously)

So, tirelessly, He began working on a cure for Jerald. Day and Night, he’d ponder and work without end, even as his Grandfather urged him to rest. He refused, of course, insisting that he had to cure him as soon as he could. He couldn’t rest when someone, much less his own Grandfather was sick and in need. He Wouldn’t.

One Night, however… something strange occurred.

He came across some sort of swirling mass of gold, yellow, purple and blue. It had a scary face, yes, but he decided to attempt to converse with it. He thought it might be the solution to his Grandfather. He was Wrong.

Before he could even let out a single syllable, the mass charged at him, engulfing both him and his surroundings inside itself. Then, it began to close in on him, making him experience any and every single possibility that his past contained, including the choices that he had made. Of course, it drove Jack mad (Angstrom Levy-style), making him believe that, by collecting a set of Seven Sacred Jewels, he could cure Jerald and "Save" the Timeline from whatever this Cosmic Beast was.

If only he knew that he was part of it now.

[TRIVIA]

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 68kg

Age: 14

Alignment: True Neutral

Powers/Abilities/Talents: Self-Acceleration and Deceleration (Such as speeding himself up to catch up with someone or slowing himself down to fall from somewhere in a safer fashion), Energy Manipulation (DUH), A whole bunch of Super Stats (Inc. Speed, Strength, Endurance, etc. (Speed could likely reach Transsonic with little-to-no effort)), Immense Flexibility, Time Holes (Teleportation/Warping (DUHH)), Intimidation, Flight (DUHHH), Cryokinesis (And, to a degree, Hydrokinesis (if his Ice is melted)), Harnessing the Sol Emeralds’ Powers (When All Seven are Collected; Grants him the Jack Frost transformation (slide two))

Weaknesses: Can become reckless and even downright savage when truly aggravated (Ragebaitable), Stubbornness, Can be overly destructive, can possibly be outpaced and/or slowed down (obviously), Not accustomed to the modern world (50+ Years in a Pod does that to you)

Voice Claim: Hayden Christensen

• He is NOT the Time Eater, nor is he anywhere near as powerful (for now, unless permitted). Please don’t think that I’m trying to produce a Gary Stu or anything.

• Jerald is the only family Ovin has left.

A power outage has spread through Central City! Traffic lights, entire buildings, streets, and everything the people need to survive! This is quite terrible... If only a Hero were around to help save it!

ZZZzzzap!

"Hehehe!"

Suddenly a streak of lightning runs through the city! Laughter trailing right behind. The green bolt runs across and atop of stopped cars, down streets, all until it finds it's striking point. Jumping up the green lightning becomes clear. It's none other than, the mean green, Surge The Tenrec!

"Haha! This is perfect!" Says the tenrec as she hops onto the top of building, spreading her palms as she stares at an electrical tower. Eyes glowing a bright blue as she ready's herself. "I get to save the entire city! People are gunna be singing my praises in the street after I supercharge the powergrid! Bet I'll even be on the news!"

Surge wastes no time getting into action! Her wrist rings extend their electrical rods as electricity quickly dances along each one. Completing the circle as it then shoots forward! Headed straight towards the electric tower! It lights up wildly as electricty traverses throughout the city!

The once darkened city quickly regains power in the blink of an eye! Lights turn back on and cut through the night. She did it! The city's safe and-

Krasssh! Screech! Buzzzz~!

Suddenly one of the street lamps explodes. And another. And another- Over and over. Somethings wrong?! Oh no, Surge's elrctricity is far too strong! The city can't handle it, if this keeps up the power will not only go out again but chaos and even more damage will be left in it's wake!

"Huh?! What's going on...?" The tenrec's ear flicks to the sounds of destruction as she temporarily stops and looks away. "Aww crap, some of the lights got busted. But how-"

Vrrooom...

"Ugh! I only took my focus off it for a seconds and it lost power? Are you kidding me?!" Surge said in frustration woth a frown, quickly resuming to restore power. "It must not have been enough power! That's fine, I still got this! I'll just turn up the voltage even higher!"

The tenrec's eyes are filled with a sparking determination. Grinding her sharp teeth together. She WILL save them, and take all of the glory for herself.

"No one's gunna save the day but me, the spotlight's all mine!"

Her mind is set but if this continues everyone is in danger... Can you stop her?

[Versus Surge The Tenrec!]

*After Eggman had attacked and destroyed Freedom Fighter HQ, Sally had been wanting to get back at him. However she hadn’t had the means necessary to do anything other than a stealth mission. She had talked to Silver about it and now they both went to an Eggman Base.*

*There were badniks everywhere she looked. It was very heavily guarded and there was no way they’d make it past them had they decided to fight head on. In addition to this it was secluded and they didn’t have contact with other Freedom Fighters.*

*The duo sneaks past a group of patrolling badniks and enters a small vent grate. It’s extremely cramped and there isn’t much room. As they move through the building from within the vents, they hear a lot of things moving beneath them. Most likely badniks.*

*Eventually they exit the vents into a room. The lights are off and it’s hard to tell what’s even in it, however it seems like there isn’t anything in the room that’ll attack them.*

*at a still up and running location of the Freedom Fighters, a container of sorts, was Warp... or more accurately, she was far far above it, floating past slowly as her eyelids drop every so often... and after a bit, she'd fall asleep in the sky, falling quickly and crashlanding into the container, fully asleep and roughed up a bit from the fall, though she'd be FIIIIIIIINNE*

Warp: Ugh... Ow... Mfh, need... To find... mphh...

*just as she was waking up again, she fell right back to sleep, passing out from pain and exhaustion... she had been trying to find somewhere to put a flower, but it was starting to wither away...*

[New Objective: Find The Freedom fighters]

[Secondary objective: elimate any or all badnils in my way]

[Third Objective: map and scan the area]

There are things this world was never meant to remember.

Not evil.
Not monsters.
Not gods.

Mistakes.

For years, strange incidents have surfaced across the globe. People vanishing without explanation. Reflections moving on their own. Entire documents corrupting the moment a certain name is written down. G.U.N. archives containing empty files labeled with dates that technically never existed.

Most dismiss it as paranoia, Others know better.

A hidden group has begun to emerge from the cracks of reality itself — individuals obsessed with something erased from history. They speak of a shadow lost between timelines. A being who should no longer exist, yet continues to linger in whispers, static, and shattered mirrors.

They call him:

Mephiles.

No records remain of him. No proof. No surviving history. And yet his followers continue to grow, gathering in abandoned cathedrals, underground facilities, and places where time itself feels… wrong.

Some claim they merely worship a forgotten truth. Others believe they are trying to make the world remember.

And recently…

People have started losing time. Minutes. Hours. Entire days.

As if reality itself is beginning to crack open.

“The erased shadow stirs once more.”

(For lore reasons, pretend the giant machine in the middle isn't there.)

*Tails, aside from his mayoral duties, has spent the last day working in the lab on something that would help that version of Sonic he met recently. It wasn't the most difficult thing in the world, since, as it turned out, the Dark Gaia's power wasn't too different to work with to the Chaos Energy. Though, the dependency of the power on time of the day took a bit to figure out how to work around. On the other hand, the nervous system interface wasn't difficult to create, Tails has had some experience making those before.*

*Eventually, Tails completes his work and sits down in his chair, waiting for Sonic to arrive.*

“…nerts.”

Some yell and scream and leave, and he just sighs, and continues eating, since nobody’s brave enough to come up and say something to him.

“I’m CURSED, not evil.”

*With all that’s happened, Sally had decided to bake a pie. Obviously the Freedom Fighters haven’t been the happiest lately, so she hopes to cheer some of them up with this. Of course it may not do much and she isn’t much of a cook but she’ll try.*

“How much sugar does a pie use? It’s probably like baking a cake. I’ll just dump it all in.” *She exclaims during the process. Then she grabs the flour.* “Does a pie even use flour? Eh I’m sure it won’t make much of a difference.” *Then she dumps all that in ass well. She places store bought cookies and apple slices into the pie as well. She places it into the oven a presses bake.*

*She waits for two hours and takes it out. She sets it on the table, beaming. She’s clearly very proud of it. She walks out of the kitchen to tell the Freedom Fighters.*

“I made a pie if anyone wants any.” *She says, smiling. She then contacts all the other friends she’s made in this place to see if they’d want any. The pie itself looks and smells disgusting. But Sally is oblivious to that fact.*

The blue reploid would be looking around Neotroplis, making sure no one was causing trouble and hurting the “innocent”.

*Smoke, pollution, toxic air.*

*That was what there was down below in the Cabbage-Base, as he set his 19 Cab-Bots to work, making them work on more Cab-bots, so those Cab-Bots can make more too.*

*The air. FEEL. The air.*

*The air was hot, near-impossible to breath due to its toxicity.*

*And CabbageMan REVELLED the smell, the toxicity of it all, as he watched from his balcony, watching construction.*

*To be honest, this was great.*

*The Robots couldn't revolt, he made sure of that.*

*His army-building is going smoothly.*

*All he needs now is to build up some help..*