On the moon base, Eggman oversaw Onslaught and Brawl bringing a statue to him. It was a statue of a woman in large skirts, a fanciful-looking bra, and her hands raised in an attempt to shield herself from something. However, her face was not one of fear, but of defiant wrath. “Morgane Le Fay,” chuckled Eggman. “I am honored to meet you, my lady! You know, I’ve heard that you were imprisoned somehow, I just didn’t know how. …I found the Erazor Djinn’s lamp. I know of your deal with him. Tell me, wouldn’t you like some assurance that it will go smoothly for you? I worked with him for a brief time, and he managed to beat down my newest team of Decepticons. You, on the other hand, with your hand on his lamp, I think we can all use the Sword of Parallels for our mutual ends. …What say you?” He then pulled a cloth off a table and revealed the Chaos Emeralds. They glowed and the stonework of the statue cracked. The cracking stopped, then Eggman pushed the table towards the statue. It cracked some more. “Aha, proximity is key here.” He pushed the table right at the statue’s base and the left eye of the statue fell away to reveal a human’s eye behind it. The statue continued cracking until the woman inside flexed her arm and broke the stone off of her to reveal that she was a pale woman with long raven tresses with a hairclip of three purple roses at the back of her head. Her outfit was a deep purple and her jewelry consisted of pearls, emerald rings, and a ruby-encrusted tiara. She then leapt off her prison’s base and landed on the floor with the grace of a cat.
“The Erazor Djinn, you say?” asked the woman, the dark and powerful Morgane Le Fay. “Speak on, sir.”
“I’ve been afflicted with an enemy that has gained strength from allies of other worlds,” explained Eggman. “These allies are similar in appearance to the two of my boys behind you.” He pointed to Onslaught and Brawl. Morgane goggled in surprise.
“Cybertronians? I thought their war left our world.”
“Strictly speaking, those two and their remaining three brothers aren’t from Cybertron, but from Mobius. You once called it…”
“Earth, yes, I am aware of the progress made and what the Xorda did to most life on it. So, you two are Mobian-born Transformers. Tell me, which faction are you?”
“We’re on his side,” explained Onslaught. “He’s currently got the Decepticons under our thumb since their Lord’s gone.”
“A splendid opportunity.”
“With how he’s treated me in the past, it was the only safe option available. I prefer to think of myself as a careful man when necessary. Come, let me show you around.” He, Onslaught, and Brawl then led Morgane to the Command Center. As they entered it, Thundercracker whirled around and snarled.
“Go away!” he snapped. “And take those demons with you! I will NOT have those shock-happy lunatics near me!”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Because I will. Because they seem to be the only ones able to ensure that the Decepticons do as directed by your master!” Brawl then slid a panel back on his forearm and pressed a button. Electricity then ripped through Thundercracker. The treatment stopped after three seconds. Thundercracker used a console to steady himself.
“The Decepticons,” he panted, “will move as their superior directs them!” This earned another treatment, this time making him collapse to his knees.
“And their superior is to move the Decepticons as directed!” snarled Eggman. “This is no longer your era, Thundercracker. Your recalcitrance will…cost you, especially since I already had the Thrashracons punished after their disastrous attempt to keep the Erazor Djinn compliant!”
“Did you give him ANY sort of assurance that he would get a share of any winnings?” Morgane asked. Thundercracker then looked at her.
“Ah, yes, how rude of me,” chuckled Eggman. “Thundercracker, this is our newest ally, Morgane Le Fay.”
“Oh no, not another storybook yutz!” grunted the Seeker.
“We need to make up for the magic deficit, which tends to work best when a person with any sort of magical abilities is kept happy!” snarled Eggman.
“I am taking care of any and all threats to your power, as YOU directed!”
“I told you to be judicious, you failed to be so!”
“The Decepticons have had enough of magic!”
“Well, that’s not your decision to make! Get out of my sight!” Thundercracker picked himself up and moved to the door to leave, but not before giving Morgane a barb.
“After what I’ve witnessed, people like you are a dime a dozen!” He then left.
“…Dime a dozen?” asked Morgane. “I feel like I should be insulted.”
“It means that there are a lot of people like you,” explained Eggman.
“…There ARE no people like me!”
“Well, we shall punish him for that insult later. In the meantime, I need to know more about the Erazor Djinn. What’s his role?”
“He’s the Genie of the Lamp in the story of Aladdin.”
“That was my reaction too when I first met him in my youth. He was imprisoned in that thing after his attempts to control the stories of the Arabian Nights led to chaos, so he was sentenced to grant the three wishes of 1,000 people.”
“And were you one of those people?”
“…Something doesn’t feel right,” Morgane muttered to herself.
“Ms. Le Fay?”
“It’s as if there are…TWO Arthurs.”
“Well, I see no reason in not investigating.” Eggman then pulled out a crystal ball. “I found this in an old castle, and it was confirmed that magic surrounded it.”
“A scrying orb!” cheered Morgane. “I’ve always wanted one since I was a little girl!” She placed the crystal ball on a pedestal and waved her hands over it. “Not exactly necessary, neither is my upcoming chant, but I always DID have a love for the theatrical.” She then adopted a high-and-mighty voice. “Spirits of earth! Spirits of the stars! Spirits of darkness! Thy master calls thee! Come! Reveal to me the secrets long hidden! COME!” The ball then showed scenes to her. One scene was of two blue hedgehogs pulling a sword out of an anvil and stone. “…That blade looks familiar. …Come to think of it, what they’re doing looks familiar.” The scene then changed to one of the hedgehogs swinging the sword through a tree and chopping it down, releasing a man, a man Morgane recognized. “MERLIN?!” she yelped.
“Hold on, Merlin’s involved?!” asked Eggman.
“If Merlin’s free…” Morgane then set her head. “Let me see the two hedgehogs’ first meeting!” The scene changed to one of the hedgehogs stepping out of a stone coffin. “There’s an inscription on the coffin! Let me see it!” The scene stopped and zoomed in on the inscription. Morgane read it aloud. “‘Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus’. WHAT?! DAMN THAT IDIOT BASTARD CHILD, MORDRED! HE HAD ONE JOB AND FAILED IT MISERABLY!”
“So that hedgehog IS King Arthur?” asked Eggman.
“And if the other hedgehog can so easily pull that sword from the stone like Arthur, then he is CLEARLY a descendant of his!”
“Sonic? A descendant of King Arthur? …So that’s a thing, huh?”
“You know the other hedgehog?”
“Unfortunately. He’s my greatest enemy. It looks like they’ve joined forces.”
“Then we must do the same!”
“I thought you would understand. Let’s discuss rewards!” Eggman and Morgane then left the command center.