{"id":1241,"date":"2020-06-10T19:31:51","date_gmt":"2020-06-10T23:31:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/?p=1241"},"modified":"2020-06-10T19:41:00","modified_gmt":"2020-06-10T23:41:00","slug":"tmc-3-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/tmc-3-12\/","title":{"rendered":"TMC 3-12"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Eggman was busy with a personal project of his, Project: Couch Potato. He was in a fluffy bathrobe, fluffy slippers, sitting on a couch that was easily straining to hold his weight up, surrounded by 20 snack trays, and watching a show called When Powers Collide<\/em>, a soap opera with a superhero theme. \u201cBut Wall-Smasher, please!\u201d wailed Dyna-Flash, one of the main female leads, a mountain lion, \u201cEver since you gave me that blood transfusion on that rocky cliff in the wrecked convertible while Mega-Fist\u2019s minions surrounded us, I\u2019ve developed\u2026FEELINGS for you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, Dyna-Flash!\u201d protested Wall-Smasher, the main lead, a bull. \u201cYou are my Lover\u2019s Secretary\u2019s Mistress\u2019s hockey coach! This love\u2026cannot be! But, even so, I\u2019ve developed\u2026FEELINGS for you as well!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood heavens!\u201d groaned Eggman. \u201cWhy can\u2019t the studio just use robots?! They\u2019re more convincing than these twits!\u201d One of his snack trays was polished off. \u201cPOPCORN!\u201d he roared. One of his attendant robots got him one in a flash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut, out of you, Slip-Silk, and Terra-Drill,\u201d continued Wall-Smasher, \u201cI must confess\u2026I can only choose\u2026!\u201d The show was interrupted by his doorbell. Why an evil city populated by robots has a doorbell, I\u2019ll never know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAny distraction would be welcome at this juncture,\u201d Eggman muttered. He got up, opened the door, and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. The owner looked like a human boy, 16 years old, of Japanese descent, wild looking hair dyed blue, blue eye contacts, a red jacket, jeans, black boots, and black, fingerless gloves exposing the knuckles. The boy grabbed Eggman by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. As the sound of flesh hitting metal reverberated across Robotropolis, Sonic peeked in looking a little concerned for Eggman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho did you sell it to?\u201d asked the boy in a soft, dangerous tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSell what to who?!\u201d yelped Eggman. \u201cWho are you?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEr\u2026this is Orion Pax,\u201d explained Sonic. \u201cYou knew him better as Optimus Prime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOptimus?\u201d repeated Eggman. He then smirked. \u201cYou know, you were already committing some borderline race mockery when your holo-form was a hedgehog!\u201d The gun was pressed harder against his nose, making him yelp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTails hacked into your systems and discovered one of your little projects,\u201d snarled Orion. \u201cYour anti-magic shield. When did you finish it and who did you sell it to?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat, the Magic Suppressor 9,000 Extreme?\u201d asked Eggman. \u201cThat was supposed to be a surprise! In any case, I HAVEN\u2019T finished it! It has a defect against Chaos Energy. I was trying to fix that bug until a certain purple cyclops stole the blue Chaos Emerald I had in my possession!\u201d Orion looked at Sonic who had pulled a device out to test if Eggman was lying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNada,\u201d reported Sonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSlaggit!\u201d swore Orion. \u201cThen why isn\u2019t my magic working?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know!\u201d cried Eggman. \u201cI\u2019m a scientist! I\u2026wait, if your magic isn\u2019t working, why are you threatening me with a magic gun?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecause I can beat you over the head with it!\u201d threatened Orion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhoa! Orion!\u201d protested Sonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf I find out that you managed to lie, even under a lie detector,\u201d Orion gave a soft chuckle, \u201cyou\u2019ll be eating that bathrobe!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes! Yes! I understand!!\u201d yelped Eggman. \u201cAll units, let Orion Pax and Sonic exit Robotropolis unharmed!\u201d Orion roughly let Eggman go and stormed out with Sonic following, looking at Eggman apologetically. Once he was sure they were out of earshot, Eggman picked himself up, dusted himself off, and stroked his mustache. \u201cSo,\u201d he mused with an evil grin, \u201chis magic isn\u2019t working, I see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Back at the base, Knuckles and the Chaotix Detective Agency had arrived. Amy had told them what had happened. Tails had just come down from the ARK and was waiting in the Command Center. \u201cHow do you know that he didn\u2019t sell it to someone months ago?\u201d asked Charmy as he buzzed around Ratchet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d muttered Orion. \u201cGut instinct, I say. If it was sold to someone else, there are still at least three unanswered questions. First, why did that person wait until now to use it? Second, why would Eggman sell an unfinished product? Third, why would I still be affected when I went to visit Eggman?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThose are very good points,\u201d rasped Espio as finished his maintenance on his shuriken. \u201cIt seems we\u2019re back to square one. Aside from melee weapons, are there any defenses in case the intruder decides to attack again?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell,\u201d recalled Orion, \u201cwe DO have those tanks G.U.N. made for Autobot use. They turn into ranged weapons for us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThose?\u201d asked Vector. \u201cI thought they were for public use, so I took the prototype for a joyride. I always wondered why he said I\u2019ve ruined it for you guys. I guess they\u2019re under lock and key now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTHEY\u2019RE WHAT?!\u201d roared Orion. \u201cVECTOR, I COULD TURN YOU INTO A SUIT\u2026!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOrion!\u201d barked Ironhide. Orion then realized what he just said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVector, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d he apologized, and he meant it. \u201cI don\u2019t know what came over me.\u201d He massaged his temples as he cooled down a bit more. \u201cThis whole thing has me spun up like an overwound watch! Grgh! I shouldn\u2019t have told Eggman about my magic not working!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry!\u201d assured Jazz. \u201cTeletraan can monitor him if he starts something!\u201d A groan escaped Teletraan\u2019s speakers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust like his attempts at locating Shockwave and Metal Sonic?\u201d asked Prowl. \u201cJust like his monitoring of the last Chaos Emerald since Shockwave now has six? Just like all the millions of functions Teletraan 1 does on a daily basis? He\u2019s the most powerful computer program Mobius and Cybertron have ever seen, but he doesn\u2019t have infinite computer resources.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI hate to sound needy,\u201d sighed Teletraan, \u201cbut my CPU is being overclocked as it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAmy,\u201d interjected Orion, \u201cdid you, Tails, and Ratchet find anything to fix this mess?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid not,\u201d sighed Amy. \u201cYour people\u2019s potential for magic is greater than anything I\u2019ve ever encountered. Heck, Cybertron managed to have raw magic as a fuel source, and it\u2019s powering your ship right now, but it\u2019s based around technology. Technomagic is a new field of study for Mobians.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn top of that,\u201d continued Tails, \u201cRatchet and I are only scratching the surface of magic. It could be ages before we could be of any help to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot to belittle our efforts,\u201d replied Ratchet, \u201cbut you need an expert in this magic nonsense and we\u2019re not experts at all.\u201d Orion sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t want to consider this route, but consider it I must,\u201d he muttered. \u201cProwl, what are the rules for calling a prisoner in Deep Down Penitentiary?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOrion,\u201d urged Prowl, \u201cI must advise against this. Aaron\u2019s not going to like getting a call from you, since you were behind his downfall as a wizard, coupled with the fact that he\u2019s not a man to trust in society.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you nuts?!\u201d yelped Sonic. \u201cYou can\u2019t seriously be thinking about asking Aaron for help! He\u2019s not a wizard anymore! He\u2019ll throw all sorts of insults against you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike we have a choice?\u201d asked Orion. The question hung over their heads for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Deep Down Penitentiary is an undersea prison where those that have proven unfit to rejoin society dwell. The location is top secret, visitors are discouraged, and callers are monitored closely. Aaron dwelt in a cell that nestled between a male rhino with anger issues and a female fox that kept asking the guards how they would like to die. When he was in the cell, he would just stand in the center with his back turned. \u201cHey, Aaron the Magnificent!\u201d called a guard, a female stag beetle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026just\u2026Aaron!\u201d hissed Aaron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhatever,\u201d dismissed the guard, \u201cyou have someone asking for you. We\u2019ve already approved a voice only call. The caller\u2019s got five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery well,\u201d he sighed. The radio then turned on and a voice he loathed came to his ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, Aaron,\u201d called Orion in an awkward manner. \u201cYou can\u2026probably guess who this is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, I believe I can, Optimus Prime!\u201d snarled Aaron. \u201cCalled me just to gloat?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cActually, I have something else in mind,\u201d replied Orion, deciding not to correct him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you now?!\u201d snapped Aaron. \u201cWhat else could you want from me?! You\u2019ve taken my freedom, my magic, my sanity, my beard trimming schedule, and my usual hygienic routine!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, life\u2019s tough all over,\u201d replied Orion in a jerkish tone. \u201cI need some information.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy should I help you?!\u201d hissed Aaron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can convince the prison staff to at least let you have a shower and a beard trim,\u201d offered Orion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWill you now?\u201d asked Aaron, slightly intrigued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf possible, I can also get you a better cell that isn\u2019t next to crazies,\u201d continued Orion. Aaron pondered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take what I can get,\u201d he finally answered. \u201cWhat do you wish to know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI recently encountered another Autobot,\u201d explained Orion. \u201cHowever, his first response was to take my magic weapons. After the fight, my magic stopped working. All my attempts to revitalize the artefacts I own have failed and the spells I have in my repertoire don\u2019t even sparkle. Could this guy have put a curse on me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPossibly,\u201d remarked Aaron. \u201cCertain magic users are that powerful. You say every magic item you own is disabled?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, no,\u201d replied Orion. \u201cAnything I didn\u2019t originally enchant still works just fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh,\u201d said Aaron with a slight smirk. \u201cIt\u2019s centered around YOUR magic specifically. I can\u2019t help you on that front, sadly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen what can I do?\u201d asked Orion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf it IS a curse placed on you,\u201d answered Aaron, \u201cyou are not strong enough to break it and, loath though I am to admit it, neither would I if I still had magic. If I were you, I\u2019d seek out those more skilled in magic; the Wizards and Witches, the Sorcerers and Mystics who have been around for a lot longer than I.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere can I find them?\u201d quizzed Orion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo clue,\u201d replied Aaron. \u201cThat\u2019s for you to work out. I heard from one of my fellow inmates that her cousin works at a caf\u00e9 in Station Square. Why not start there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHm, sounds like a good start,\u201d mused Orion. \u201cHaven\u2019t really done any magic user networking since I landed here. Thank you, Aaron. I\u2019ll talk to the warden to get you smelling better down there.\u201d The call ended as Aaron smirked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSucker,\u201d he laughed. \u201cI would have told him for a deodorant stick!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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