"Alright, we're here. Daugh and Hendrix, grab the creature and take it down to Sublevel 7 for weapon analyzation. The rest of you, get back to training." I blink upwards through blurry eyes at the woman giving the orders, her sandy blonde hair and lavender eyes an unusual combination.

"You got it, Lieutenant Topaz," responds one of the soldiers, and he heads over to me. "Lyri, will you get the other side?" I bite back a surprised yelp as the two humans haul my cage off the ground, and I hurriedly sit down so that I won't be thrown off of my feet by the movement. I huddle with my chin on my knees, looking with wide eyes as the two soldiers carry me into an elevator.

"Lyri Daugh and Resin Hendrix, state your business, authorization, and destination." A voice makes me jump as it rings through a speaker in the elevator.

"Transportation of captured bioweapon for analyzation. Authorized by Lieutenant Topaz. Sublevel 7." I shudder as the man called Hendrix responds, feeling that his voice tone is far too cold considering he's talking about a living creature. The elevator starts moving downwards, and I try to calm my breathing; panic makes me want to hyperventilate, but I know I can't let myself lose control.

The elevator stops, and I'm carried out of it and into a large hallway. Several doors pass before the soldiers escorting me stop before one, and I press myself backwards as the camera scans the humans and opens the door.

"Lyri! Resin! How nice to see you again!" Greets a blonde woman in a lab coat. "What weapon do you have for us today?" I'm jolted as my cage is half set, half dropped onto the floor below.

"A bioweapon, one of Robotnik's," Lyri responds. "I don't think you've ever got a living weapon before from another source, have you?" The woman's eyes widen, and she shakes her head.

"No, never. Hmm..." The scientist crouches down to get a closer look at me, and I fold my ears down, trying to look as small as possible. "Can you describe some of its abilities?"

"They'll be in the report later, but yes. It has enhanced strength, speed, agility, energy resistance, durability, and it seems to have an ability to summon Chaos Energy. It probably has other abilities, too, but that's all I saw myself."

"Interesting..." The scientist says, and I realize other human beings are gravitating towards me curiously. "In that case, I suppose we'll have to get some Chaos specialists and Mobian researchers in here. Possibly even Professor Ayers, if this one is synthetic.

"Can you get a medic to come down here? We'll want to get some blood samples for sure, and I'd quite like to see what kind of bone structure it has. We can decide on some level evaluation tests, too, if we can figure out more about it." Every muscle in my body is rigidly tight, and I can feel myself shaking slightly as she lists things G.U.N. can do to analyze me. She notices me after a second, peering down at me through the thick bars of the cage.

"That's odd. It's shaking. It's not abnormally cold in here..." Lyri glances down at me, and despite the face I know nothing about her, I desperately hope she'll present some form of help to me.

"Well, it also has at least some sentience, so it's probably scared," she offers, and every scientist within earshot gapes at her.

"You say that it's sentient?!" The woman gasps, and Lyri exchanges a look with her partner called Hendrix and nods.

"Well... It can talk, so yes, I assume it is," she says, looking a bit taken aback by everyone's reactions. "Is that strange among living weapons? I mean, it is Mobian-based."

"Truly remarkable..." Mutters the scientist, oblivious to Lyri's question. "Tell me, creature, do you understand me?" I gulp, slowly nodding once I decide I'll have to communicate eventually. The incredulous scientist's jaw drops down through the floor, and exclamations spread through the room like wildfire.

"A... A living weapon that can communicate... It's beyond what I've ever dreamed..." I give the woman a wide-eyed stare, thoroughly disturbed by how amazed she seems over the fact I have basic human abilities.

"Don't get too excited, Doctor Marya;" cautions a man, "the creature's still a weapon of Eggman's, no matter how intelligent it is; it won't hesitate to destroy all of us." Something in my chest twists itself into a foreboding knot at his words, but I'm so shocked that I respond before thinking over how stupid it is to talk back to the people who hold my life in their hands.

"What?!" I exclaim, leaping up, and everyone in the room jumps. "Why would I--Where are you people getting these ideas?! Why would I want to kill you?! And WHO the BLOODY HECK is Eggman?!" The entire laboratory is so quiet that I could hear a pin drop from the other side of the room.

"Um..." Begins one of the scientists, a young man who seems thoroughly uncomfortable with being near me now. "Ivo 'Eggman' Robotnik? He's your creator...right?" A rush of heat makes its way through my veins and I feel myself puff up in anger.

"WRONG!!!" I shout, my deep voice almost unbearably loud. "Is that what you people think?! I was created by Professor Gerald Robotnik--50 years ago! I came out of stasis in a G.U.N. facility! I'm the Ultimate Lifeform! Created on the Space Colony ARK! How do you people not KNOW this?! I'm stuck on this blasted world! I didn't ask to be here! I don't want to be here!" The truth of the last statement hits me, making my eyes smart and sting.

"I want to go home. I don't want anything to do with your people, or your war, or your whatever! But you just won't leave me be to grieve, will you?! No, instead you just go after me like I'm some sort of monster!" The pain in my chest is extreme, suffocating, and I feel as if the very fabric of reality is being torn apart around me by my anguish.

"I've never hurt anyone! I've never killed, or murdered, or wanted to kill, but everyone's hunting me down anyways! Everything I've ever loved was taken from me by humans, but I'm not attacking you for it! G.U.N. killed my best friend, but I'm not holding it against you! So why are you holding what I am against me?! It's not fair! Nothing on this world is fair!" I collapse slightly, sobbing as I pull my knees and head into my chest. I hear people murmuring around me, shifting in response to my outburst, but I don't care. All I can focus on is the beating of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears.

"...if you were created by Professor Gerald..." Says a scientist hesitantly, "then what project are you?" I'm too upset to answer, hiccupping into my own fur and smearing slimy mucus on my arm as I try to wipe my nose off. Crying sucks, I decide, trying to calm myself by returning to my normal demeanor. It's so messy and loud. And it gives me a headache. I do, indeed, have a headache, one that pounds at my skull angrily.

"We'll find out later," says softly the woman who first addressed me. "Right now, let's let it calm down a bit. Put it in the small 'active' enclosure." Someone gently lifts my cage off the ground in response, and I'm carried a short distance. My eyes are screwed shut, but I whimper as someone unlocks the door of my confiner and tugs me out by the waist. I curl up into a ball, instinctively hiding my most vulnerable organs beneath my quills. Slowly, carefully, I'm laid onto a metal surface and hear another door close.

On the bright side, people are more gentle when I'm crying. Maybe it's not so bad after all... I try to lighten my mood, but it's so leaden that any efforts I make go unnoticed. I continue to cry, deciding to let myself drown in self-pity just this once.

Eventually, even my most selfish emotions tire of crying, and I blearily blink at my surroundings. I'm in a rather spacious cage, one that's got at least 6 square meters of space. I guess that the dimensions are about 3 meters by 2 meters, and the ceiling appears to be about two meters above me. My muscles sore and tired from the hardship of my last few days, my eyes stinging from salty tears and looking bloodshot from exhaustion, I slowly drag myself up to my feet.

"You better now?" Someone asks, and I look behind me with some surprise. Speaking to me is the leader of the group that captured me, the woman called Lieutenant Topaz. "I heard about your outburst. Care to talk about it?" I blink at her, but my brain isn't working too well, and I can't get up the incentive to respond.

"Fair enough," she mutters when I remain mute. "You'll have to at some point, though. Come here; I need you to put this on." She pulls out a small metal strip that has odd little translucent bumps on it, ones I guess are lights. I hesitantly approach her, holding out my left arm for her because I don't want to have the metal band on my more dominant hand. I'm ambidextrous for the most part, but my right hand is normally my go-to for refined tasks like writing. She clips the bracelet on, and I peer down at it.

"G.U.N. 40529CR," I think, reading a small stamp in the metal. With my previous knowledge of G.U.N., I know that it labels me as a creation, and G.U.N.'s 40,529th captured object. I start slightly as one of the lights blinks on, red and bright. I stare at it for a moment before Gerald's memory transfer informs me that it is one of five 'status lights.' Red means that I'm unauthorized to be out of secure areas without an escort. Red and yellow would mean that I was allowed freedom of movement within specified areas of G.U.N. (I would have to carry a card saying where I can go). Yellow would mean that I was allowed to move throughout G.U.N. facilities unescorted. Green and yellow would mean that I was allowed to move around freely both inside and outside G.U.N. within specifically authorized places. Green would mean I was allowed to travel through G.U.N. and public spaces without escort. The lights are used whenever a living creature is captured for ease of security.

Sighing, I lie down on the metal floor again, deciding to get some rest while I can. I can feel the woman staring at me, but I ignore her for the time being. I pretend to be asleep, regulating my breathing and staying still. After a while she walks away, and I track her movements with my ears, hearing her leave after telling the scientists she was going to send a guard down just in case I got any ideas about escaping or some such nonsense.

I snort at the thought of escape, finding it naive now that I know what security I'll be under. I stay partially curled up on the cold metal, wishing I had something softer and warmer to lie on. Despite myself, even though I don't want to, I find myself slipping into sleep, enveloping myself in my exhaustion.