The tick of a clock echoed through the empty stone corridors that had seen the steps of people as another came down, dressed in a lab coat and casual pants and shirt as the figure was male and checking things over on a clip board before he stopped at a door and spoke. "Access Code Gamma-Epsilon-Mike, Authorization Code Sigma." The door opened and he walked in as he looked up, inside a reactor type of facility, to look upon a gemstone of clear material, fourteen motes of colors filling the interior like wisps across the dark of night, suspended in a containment field and seemed to gaze back at him as he walked across the steel catwalks before he stopped at the main terminal and he pulled out a video recorder before he activated it. "This is the audio log of Alexander Y. Tumorr, of the faction of his own choosing." He breathed as he continued and dealt with a number of dials. "This is month two dating to the disappearance of a close friend and the appearance of the gemstone, labeled as 'Spectrum Jewel', and after all this time, tests will now begin to uncover its realm or dimension of origin, in hopes to find the lost comrade. As starting, this audio log will serve as a notion of safety and understanding to the mind as this project proceeds into its stages. With hope, I will see this to an answer or fail in sorrow. For the truth, Alexander Y. Tumorr signing off." He clicked it and pocketed it before slipping in a different recording into the recorder, the one he just did pocketed as he played the new one and smiled.

The recording was one that he made when the faction was formed, when its key members all debated the names before it was decided for the 'Emeralds' for the change that they would bring forth. He nodded before he straightened up, finishing the touches before he spoke again. "Within our hopes, without our fears, we stand at the threshold, to face the next..." He slowly pulled the lever and the machine kicked into gear as he recorded everything that came from the results, but he paused at the second reading as it was measuring the power levels it would project, but it went from a near flatline to seismic properties. His eyes widening as he rushed back over to shut the machine down as he was in belief that the machine's invasive actions to the gem may be causing the stone to crack and, ultimately, shatter but the machine was not the cause as he worked to turn it all off, taking one factor out of the question and it was the one he didn't expect as he stood in front of the stone once more, that the stone was going home and its power was going to envelope the entire base as he called out as he rushed for the door. "Not good, not good, NOT GOOD!" With that, the surge was absorbed before it erupted, Alexander screamed as he felt his body shift and cracked and he fell into a forced sleep as everything turned white and his mind closed...

He stirred once more as he blinked a few times to see the sky, or rather a sky upside down and he looked up and grimaced. It was not that he was in a reverse world, but it was the fact that he was falling to his death as he whirled about to right himself before looking around, spotting the Jewel and lashing out a hand, gloved in white, and was glad to still have his energy lash as its blue energy of a material extended out of the bracer and grabbed it, he pulling it back and snatching it before he hid it and he reached for his other hand. "Here's hoping that whatever brought me here is kind to me!" He slipped out a booklet-sized plate of material before he threw it down, his hope renewed as the plate extended out and transformed into a board that hovered and he grabbed onto it, wincing as he felt a muscle pull, but he pulled himself onto the tool as he breathed as the board slowly descended down, lucky that he wasn't so high that he was well over the clouds. "Crap, that was too close, good thing I am not afraid of heights, otherwise I would have been shocked stiff to even do anything to save my own hide." He adjusted and sat on the metal, feeling the pull of gravity on his body as the board came him stable as he looked over the view. His home based itself on the wastes and ruins of a old city center, miles of sand, dirt, and rubble in every way from their home, but here, he beheld the wonders of a lush green world, the air breathing like it is made in such a rapid time that it was abundant in the world, he smiling as he rested his elbows on his knees at the view.

"Man, if Eliza ever saw this, I bet she..." His smile faded as he instead bit his lip. "...Why did I think that, she isn't going to see this, I don't even know when or where this is." He groaned as he twirled and rested fully on the board as he looked up to the clouds in wonder. "Still... it would be nice..." She sighed before he righted himself and standing up, the board still as stabilized as he hoped as he raised a foot and slid it into place at the front. "Time to get going." He twisted and waited for the board to zoom, but it didn't as it spoke with its robotic voice.

"Operator not recognized, shutting down."

"Wait, what...!?" IT was too late as he yelped as the board collapsed... he felling a short distance before the board slammed into his head, permitting a 'oof' as he fell backward and rubbed his head as he growled. "What do you mean 'Operator not recognized', I am Alexander Y. ...Tumorr..." He raised his pointed hand and saw that it had changed, it was smaller than he had remembered, but it was the blue underneath that scared him the most as he reached over and started to slip it off to find that his hand was no longer human, instead it looked more like a anthromorphic fox hand as he flexed it in shock before he glanced down to find that his own body faced the same change, he had turned into a different race of creature, a humanized fox of blue fur, his boots looking to be a usual appearance to a traveling boot, his coat tattered and he must have lost so much, but he reached into the pocket where he put the recorder and breathed as he pulled it out and played it as he listened to a different section.

'Are you sure that this will record my voice... Oh, sure, I would love that.' The voice cleared as it spoke again, the user female. 'Hey, Alex, Kistan said that you like using these and I thought to use one to soothe your fears whenever you are in a panic and I like my own voice just the same, so I thought to make this one with you in mind.' Alexander breathed as the voice continued. 'Don't give up, you have been the mind in this whole faction and we have come to trust your word and support you when the odds are against, so don't give in to whatever mess you find yourself in, take a step back and thought it through. If it's not worth it anymore, then you have my permission to give up, but if you can make a difference, then do it, just don't forget that you are not alone in the world.' The recording stopped and he breathed once more with the smile as he stared up.

"...Thank, Eliza..." He sat up and pocketed the recorder and picked up the hover board, fiddling with it before opening its access port and showing his band to the scanner inside before he spoke. "Recognize Operator Alexander Y. Tumorr and adjust settings to match current form of Operator."

"Order confirmed, welcome Operator Alexander Tumorr." Alex nodded as he stood up and tossed the board, it extending out as he jumped on and tried again, his new addition of three tails swishing behind him as he punched it, the board going as it sped down the hillside and toward the small town below...

The town was not that busy, but it did feature a small, empty machine shop as Alex panted in relief as he rode over and started to take stock with his gear before assembling a new set of things, replacing the coat with a vest of some spare leather and metal material before getting to work on a set of pistols, their ammo the tenth of the same energy power as he charged a custom clip to get the right settings into it, pausing as he let the machine cool down, slotting the new ammo into one of the pistols before he stashed it in the front as he walked over to the door and opened it as a young wolf was about to ring the bell that was linked to the shop, the male pausing before pulling the hand back and asking. "So, from what part of Mobius are you from...?" Alex thought fast as he chose the more apparent option.

"I'm... from up north, I have been living there for some time before coming down this way."

"Oh, an escapee from Robotnik's extending reach?" A name meant a number of things as the wolf continued. "Well, just to let you know, closing time for this place is eight PM... if the owner was still around, so don't stay up too long."

"Got it, thanks for the concern." Alex answered as he closed the door, looking over the things close by before he stepped over to the counter of the shop and switching the audio logs, erasing the experiment as he added a new one. "This is the audio log of Anders the Azure Fox, of an independent identity, making this audio log to detail the events of his travels through this new world of 'Mobius'." He nodded with a breath. "I have made it to a nearby town and set up a short stay in the machine shop there and have started to prime myself for any trouble, but so far, the only sound of trouble is a figure named 'Robotnik', details will have to be found out before I continue for the risk of bumping into the forces of this new figure." He nodded as he powered up the device again and started to charge the second clip, the sound accustom to a drill or a scrubber. "For now, I will be using the shop as both a method of income and a hideout until I can figure out more, but until then, I will wait for the next day to move forward with the plans as, due to both the late-night research and the sudden arrival, I feel the tick of the hour on my body. With the faith in my own skill and belief, Anders the Azure Fox reporting out." He cut the recording and pocketed the whole thing as he started to work a bit before he retired to bed, the bed a mess, but the pillows and blanket of good quality as he found the sofa to be a good place to rest and he drifted into a actual slumber for the time as he dreamt of his life past and the adventure that he would be faced with...

Sonic was surprised with himself as he rested in Tails' workshop, Eggman's Empire made a move on the distant islands and G.U.N. repelled the robotic legions and loyal grunts, but no sooner had they won did the islands suddenly start to wave the scientist's ugly mug, somehow he managed to sneak in from a different side and capture the towns, the disappearing wares of G.U.N. due to the revolting populace as the blue hedgehog hero sighed, rubbing his face as he mused. 'How did Egghead get so much support, did he use another hair-brained scheme?' If he did, Sonic would have been all over him, but nothing turned up, but here he was, waiting on Tails to tell him that he was right or wrong of a new Eggman scheme, he pausing as he mused. 'Man, how long has the Acorn family gone missing, I could really use Sal's help here when things are starting to get out of control.'

"Well, Sonic..." Tails spoke as he entered the room, his look added with a light jacket and bandolier belt with a few EMP bombs for close combat, as he looked over the data and intel that Sonic brought. "...Good news is that there is no signs of a device that could stimulate a wave of mind control on the island."

"And the bad news...?" Sonic asked as Tails sighed as he brought the pad down and answered.

"That is another territory lost to Robotnik within the month and we are getting worse off for wear, we are lucky to be in the Mystic province, but we are running out of room, Sonic." The blue hero nodded as he sat up, his best friend and 'brother' carrying on. "I wish I could help you a bit better, but we have lost contact with Knuckles, G.U.N. is pinned down, and we have no clue where Eggman is getting his troops from."

"Yeah..." Sonic answered with a distant look in his eyes as he continued. "I can run to see what I can find, but I don't think that it will help much if I don't have directions on the locations."

"Yeah, it's that bad that Eggman has been choking the airways with his propaganda and his satellites orbiting about." Tails nodded as he sorted out locations and handed a copy to Sonic. "Check these places, we don't have much time..."

"Got it, little buddy." Sonic jumped up and bolted out the door, running at his fastest speeds to find out what he can, pausing at a rock as he looked over to the horizon in question. 'What was that... it felt... strange..." He shrugged and bolted for the places that Tails marked and report back what he could find...

Alex, or rather Anders, was hard at work as a number of folks in the village wanted some repair jobs and things that he provided as he worked like a devil escaping the confines of his former home, tires and treks replaced and remade as his most profitable revenue was cars, trucks, and tractors. Involved with the Rings that comprise the world's currency for the most part was the information that flowed across the world, Ivo Robotnik was his name, a genius scientist who was interested for the world dominated by his Empire, the Egg Empire, while the foe to the advances would be the G.U.N. which stands for Guardian Units of Nations, a combined force of robotics and humans or highlanders against the growing reign of Robotnik, the ranks bolstering with the addition of the species of Mobians, he himself a Mobian from the sound of it while there was a mechanical version used by Robotnik and under his control as Robians.

The details further expanded on the fact that the Empire were the first to employ Mobians as part of its force, the Egg Army that willing converted a part of their body into soulless machinery and lead by powerful and skilled Egg Bosses, willingly following his commands and could easily blend into the other societies as long as they either hide their metal pieces or ensure that those who do are soon subjected to a full transformation. He nodded as he finished up with a tractor, the elderly weasel nodding with praise as Anders headed out to the shop to cobble together the data and get a basic standing in the world, best to saddle down in this village of Barkly so he could either step up or stay down. 'This is not the first time that something of this caliber has occurred, but this is the first time that any situation looked so dismayed for the 'good guys'.' He continued on to the shop, pausing for a moment as he turned, a pair of young bears leaning against the wall when they weren't there prior, his eyes narrowed as he turned back and continued on, the crunch of their steps following him and ahead was some more company before he snarled, whipping about to the bears who stood in front of a ferret that was their boss or leader, drawls and drawings of 'Robotnik's' marks about them. "Would you kindly back off, I am going home."

"No can do, everyone here is in support of Dr. Robotnik and you are not on the list." The ferret said as Anders turned fully to him. "Now, you are going to pay up or we will get rough with you."

"Then you have never faced someone like me before." He whiplashed his pistol and fired, the armored glove of one of the bears destroyed as he gripped his hand in a painful howl before a second round found the other's leg, pulling him down as Anders stated. "You think this is a game, you think that someone is going to lay down and die at your feet when you call it." His eyes blazed with resolve, will, and belief as he continued. "I can think of twenty ways to end your lives here and now and I would have no remorse as you fired the first shot by cornering and if you think numbers are going to save you, both of your bruisers have a small hole the size of a penny through their hand and their leg, I can kill you either way." He snarled again as the gang backed some to his words. "Now... move it, before I make it a mission to kill." They scrambled out of there right quick, leaving the bears to groan in pain as the pistol returned. "Come on, you two, let's get you patched up." Both of the bears looked at each other before following Anders to the garage and he seated them down before tending to their wounds. "Look, you support Robotnik, I get it, but I am not an idiot to waste valid muscle on threats, you two were pulled into this, I can see it in your eyes." They were quiet before the one with black fur spoke, his hand dripping with the blood and with the patch work gauze on him.

"Our mother... she was getting far more ill than we were interested in, Fiz gave us the job to collect currency to pay for the bills, but soon, we were pulled in too far and he didn't want us gone, he made the threat solid in the end." The bear continued as Anders dealt with the leg of the albino. "Where did you learn such skills of command, I have never seen someone scare Fiz so badly that I could nearly sense him about to relieve himself."

"Well, I am three things before a mechanic..." Anders spoke as he wrapped the bandage around the other's leg. "First, a tactician..." Another wrap nearly dropped the bear as he was sweating hard. "Second, a soldier..." Another round and tears started to well up as it was clear that the wound touched or destroyed a few nerves for a while. "And third, a scientist..." The bear fainted on the bench as Anders stood up and checked the hand again, surveying it over before he released and started to work on a old truck that came in for a tune-up. "That wound may be big, but the healing factor will kick in soon enough. You just have to sit tight and let it heal."

"Wait, wha...?"

"Don't ask, the bandages and gauze I used, I personally tailored to very hard-hitting and lethal attacks, if there is enough of you from a shark attack, I can fix you up, don't believe? Then trust in the power of Chaos that my words are law to you right now and be at ease for my willing nature to heal." Anders answered as the bear couldn't get a single thought out in question before pondering the words in his mind again before asking.

"Did you have anyone like us that often needed this?" The wrench halted and the bear felt like he just stepped into a minefield, but the minefield was disabled as Anders slowly turned a little, a look of sorrow in his green eyes, as he answered.

"A friend... more like a brother of mine, he was still with the wrong sort of people after his mom passed and his dad just signed him up for it, he had a hard life for three years before I turned up with... a few others and brought him on as our main bruiser, but now, I don't know if he is still around, it... has been a while now." He shook his head as the wrench continued its path and he narrowed his eyes as he commented. "Odd... the engine is welded in... tight!" He grunted as he pulled again without yield. "This is not good, this tune up job only has three days on it and now, I hit a crack in the works..." He pulled again and huffed as he breathed. "It's okay... Aether, take a breath and try this again..." He counted to five before opening his eyes and pulling again, the wrench giving some, but not enough as the sound of a grinding was heard and he huffed. "How pleasant, the thing is stuck in good, now this task will never be finished on time..." He jumped down and started to fiddle through the sheets of parchment that agreed with the task, frowning at the name as he spoke. "Mayor Egg? He used a different name when employing my service, why does it say 'Egg' here?" He looked it over, making notes here and there before he paused, turning around with mechanical pencil in his mouth to see the bear holding the wrench in hand and twisting it, the engine slowly lowering with the work being done as the bear stated.

"You offered us some aid and I think I will take you up on that, besides being actually able to express my own strength is a worthwhile chance and aid you in this place of machines and devices." Anders paused before he nodded, removing the pencil and coming back over with a small flatbed and set it under as the Engine nearly dropped to the ground and both of them looked it over debating options and opinions on the new engine to be installed. Within no time at all with the parts and pieces they had on hand, they both assembled the new one and planted it in with better bolts and screws and the bear replied as Anders tampered with the inside. "Do you think that this will work, Sir?"

"The better question is when, not an if, it will turn on and it will go, just keep it secured so it doesn't bolt out of the garage." Anders said as he got in and turned the key, the puff of the truck calling out for a few seconds before the roar of the engine came alive and he smiled. "Like I said, Ceres, I know what I do..."