Chapter 5: Marines of Mobius

A/N: Dear readers, I appreciate your patience for this chapter. As you may know if you have read my profile, I've been having some hard drive problems… and by problems I mean it was deleted. This was most unfortunate as this chapter was sentences away from being complete and had no backup. I have tried to recreate my writing as best as I could, but things never sound quite the same the second time through. I know it has been a while and I am grateful for your understanding and support.

This chapter took a drastic change while rewriting it for the second time. I realized that I really needed a few more "Haloy" elements to it, so I attempted to remedy that in this chapter. Let me know if you like the idea.

I do not own Sonic or Halo.

Dr. Ivo Robotnik strutted into the room the marines were being held in with an obvious note of arrogance in his step.

"Well, what have we here?" he said to no one in particular. His fingers drummed together as an evil smile played across his features. The five hostage marines looked up from the floor where they were being held at laser point. One shrugged. "I dunno. A fat man?" he said casually.

Robotnik's evil grin slipped from his face, his hands dropping to his sides. "Speak out of turn again," the doctor said menacingly, "AND I'LL HAVE YOU FRIED WHERE YOU STAND!"

"Sit." The marine corrected him.

"SILENCE!!!" Robotnik shouted with such force the fort seemed to shake.

Away in the observation center Snively snickered quietly to himself, "Set yourself up for that one you fat dunce…" he mumbled, as he grinned to himself.

"Look pal," another marine said, "You've just assaulted UNSC marine personal. That's an offence punishable by life in the joint to death, and seeing the current state of things, probably death."

"Ha ha ha!" Robotnik cackled madly, "Current state of things? UNSC? Sounds made up! No. I'm afraid you sniveling piles of sludge are quite on your own, and you're going to tell me, the great Doctor Ivo Robotnik, everything I want to know!"

"Do I look like I have the "Learn to Loose 300 Pounds Fast" directory memorized?" a third marine asked, "I doubt if I'll be able to tell you what you want to know."

Robotnik gritted his teeth in anger and pulled a small device resembling a toy gun from a pocket. He pointed it at the marine that had just spoken and pulled the trigger. An electric current ran through the marine causing him to yell in pain and surprise.

"Shut up! Now tell me what you were doing in my city, you ingrates." Robotnik demanded.

"But you just told us to shut up," the marine that had just been shocked pointed out sardonically. Smoke was coming from his mouth.

"Hey asshole," the first marine said, "You ever hear of the Geneva Convention? It's pretty old. You probably should have heard of it by now."

Robotnik raised an eyebrow. "As a matter of fact I haven't… stop making things up or you'll get worse than him." He said pointing to the previously shocked marine.

"Up yours and your robots' asses too, bitch," the marine that had been shocked responded.

Robotnik slammed a fist against the wall in frustration, "That's the last straw! SWATbots! Make an example of this fool! Take him down to the lab! We'll see how loose your tongue is when it's made of metal!" he began to cackle madly yet again.

Heavy metal hands closed around the marine's bound arms and began to drag him away. The others tried to rise up and help their friend but were pushed down by their captors.

Training kicked in. This wasn't an enemy to mess around with… It was time for something drastic, the marine decided. He quickly managed to wriggle out of his combat boot and catch the concealed frag grenade with his other foot. Praying his accuracy wouldn't be off, he tossed it up to his mouth and caught it by the pin.

"No!" One of the marines saw what was happening and managed to force his way past the SWATbot guards but it was too little too late.

"FUCK YOU!" The marine with the grenade shouted as he slammed his weight into the leg of one of the SWATbots dragging him along.

Robotnik turned just in time to see the marine, the SWATbots dragging him, and a good section of the hallway burst into a crimson fountain of blood, sparks, robot parts, and bits of the base.

Back in the observation room Snively let out a high pitched squeal of terror. Not for what had just happened to the marine, but for the fact that it would, inevitably, be he that was blamed for this mishap.

Robotnik whirled on the other marines; smoke filling his vision and lungs he shouted, "SWATbots! Contain the other prisoners immediately!"

Dozens of the heavy robots tackled the four remaining marines to the ground again.

Robotnik dusted himself off in an aggravated manner, "Snivelyyyyy…" he growled menacingly into a camera.

Snively gulped. "Y-yes, sir?" he managed to say.

"Look at the state of this place! You told me they had been thoroughly searched!" Robotnik raged. "That hallway had key components placed all through it! It'll take at least a day to fix it correctly!"

"Understood, sir! I'll send down the repair bots right away!" Snively promised quickly.

"I'm coming back up!" Robotnik said to Snively. He turned back to the marines, "SWATbots! Lock these rejects up for the time being! AND RESEARCH THEM! Make absolutely sure they can't escape…" the doctor mumbled as he marched his way out of the door from which he had come in.

"AFFIRMATIVE, MASTER. PRISONERS WILL BE RETAINED." Came the robotic response.

The four remaining marines looked at each other. There was little they could do.

"Kyle is out there, men." The first marine muttered to the others. "We have to survive. He'll come back for us… he'll come back…" he muttered half heartedly.

I woke to the sound of chirping birds and flowing water, two sounds that were past my recognition after living in a concrete cave for what felt like a few years. Only about three months in actuality, but time really crawls when the closest thing you have to amusement is listening to the unencrypted Covenant battle net. I had to take a second and remind myself of just what had happened. Ancient runes reacting to a Covenant glassing beam, opening a portal, giant killer robots, talking hedgehogs, crazy French cavaliers, and a whole lot of shit that didn't seem to make any sense… right. It was all coming back.

I hopped out of bed… bed? Well, I sat up and swung my feet over the side. My hand rested on the fabric of white sheets. I had to admire the plushness of the cotton despite the fact that my feet had been hanging over the edge of the bed all night. It had obviously been crafted for creatures smaller than myself. Since my last transfer though, I'd been sleeping on a cot with a blanket made of material I probably couldn't identify in a chemistry lab, so who was complaining?

I let my eyes adjust to the sunlight coming in through an open window and looked around. The cottage was beautifully made, with hand carved furniture and a stone fireplace. A purple vase with some flowers I'd never seen before sat on a handsome looking bed stand that my magnum also rested on. I picked up the hand gun and checked the clip before sliding it into its leg holster. My sniper rifle and field pack rested against the wall near an open frame door. My combat boots were on the floor by my feet. This was another unusual feeling. Under normal circumstances we weren't supposed to remove our boots at any time (even when we slept). I must have been more tired than I thought because I couldn't even remember taking them off. As I slipped them on and picked up the sniper rifle, stroking the sleek steel lovingly. The gun had been my closest friend since Special Ops and she was always close to my heart. Strapping the rifle to my back I inhaled the pleasant oak scent of the little hut. It was a single room, but seemed to have all the comforts of a home, toilet excluded… and speaking of which…

I groaned. It had been hours since I had last been able to relieve myself. Quickly getting up, I grabbed the rest of my gear and stepped out of the little cottage and onto a small wooden terrace. I momentarily forgot myself as I glanced around the little village. There were over a dozen little cottages on the ground similar to the one I had been resting in just a moment ago, and in the trees there were even more just hanging off the side as if they were part of the trunk. It would seem Knothole was much larger than I had originally thought.

"Kyle!" someone shouted at me.

My attention snapped back to the ground. Matt was already up. He stood across the way, waving over at me. I stepped out on to the dewy morning grass and walked over to him. There wasn't anyone else around at the moment, so I assumed that the others were still asleep.

"Hey." I said, acknowledging Matt when I had come within speaking distance.

"Hey. So, any idea what's going on yet?" he responded.

"No. I haven't slept like that in months, but let's try to get that done today, agreed?"

Matt nodded his head knowingly, "Agreed."

"Anyway, we've got bigger problems. Half our team is MIA and we lost them in a hostile environment." I reminded him.

Matt nodded his agreement, "Yeah, stuck behind enemy lines. This whole god damn thing is completely FUBAR."

I shifted uncomfortably. "Matt, have you seen a single bathroom around here?"

He shook his head. "Had the same problem. I mean… they are animals. You think they even have toilets?" He pointed his thumb behind him. "Just use the bushes."

"Right." I said, running off to relieve myself.

By the time I came back, the chipmunk girl we had met yesterday was approaching Matt. She had already started conversing with him by the time I reached them.

"Kyle," Matt said, "Sally here was just offering a tour of… Knothole, right?"

She responded with a nod and a smile.

"Knothole." Matt repeated.

I shrugged at him. It was as good a place to start as any. The place seemed to be waking up now. We were getting weird looks from the early risers but nothing much more. I guess since Sally was with us people weren't going to question our being around.

"Sure. That's sounds like a good place to start." I said to Sally.

"Great! This way," she said, motioning with her hand.

I really didn't know what to expect. It was a group of fuzzy, cute-looking woodland creatures that seemed like they would sooner be a group of house pets than some sort of freedom fighter warriors. Freedom fighters… that had been what Sally had said yesterday. Were they rebels against the Robotnik guy? It was a good bet.

"Hey guys!" came the energetic voice of the blue hedgehog, "What's up?"

"Hi, Sonic," Sally responded for us, "I was just about to show these two around Knothole."

"Hey, that sounds way past cool!" responded the hedgehog.

Matt and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Way past cool?

"Maybe I should tag along, Sal." Sonic suggested.

"Actually," Sally began, "If it's not two much trouble, maybe you could take them around for me, Sonic. I've got some work that needs done and…"

"No prob, Sal! I think I can manage on my own." Sonic said with a wink. "Alright guys, follow me!"

So, without Sally, we ventured off into the little village at a brisk jog. Apparently this was the hedgehog's walking pace. It was more incredible than anything I had been expecting. Everywhere we went there was green and life. More of the furry little creatures doing any number of activities from chopping up fire wood to chatting casually with each other about carefree topics such as the weather and whatnot. Matt and I got some pretty weird looks as we went by, but nobody tried to approach us with the hedgehog guiding us around. The buildings were incredible. Sonic guided us along elaborate mazes of platforms suspended above the trees with cottages built among the canopies as well as on the forest floor.

"Sonic," I asked, "If you guys are some kind of freedom fighters, why are there so many… civilian types around? I mean I can hear kids around here."

"That's right!" he responded, "Robotnik has taken a lot away from Mobius. Knothole is one of the only safe havens left in the world! So we make do. We don't turn people away. Everyone just carries their weight." He explained, giving me a thumbs up.

The sound of childish laughter was growing louder and I looked over to see a group of smaller looking creatures playing what looked like an improvised game of hockey. One of them looked over in our direction and I recognized him as the two tailed orange fox from the other day. He waved to his friends and jumped up into the air to fly over in our direction. I raised my eyebrows pondering about the physical implications of achieving flight without wings. I didn't want to think about it too hard though, given that I could see it happening right in front of me. I was reminded of how many years it took to develop the Hornet aircraft technology for hovering when this little fox creature seemed naturally able to achieve the same effect by simply twirling his tails.

"Hey Sonic!" the fox boy said as he landed next to us.

"Hey Tails!" Sonic said cheerfully waving back.

Tails circled us quickly, a look of fascination on his face. Unlike the others, he seemed to have no hesitation in satisfying his curiosity. It was making me feel like some kind of display and I definitely caught him eying my weapons once or twice.

"Gentlemen, this is Miles," Sonic informed us.

"That's right! We met yesterday. Call me Tails!" the fox boy said, smiling.

Matt and I nodded. "Yeah, I remember you." I said.

"Kind of hard to forget a flying fox, genius," Matt unhelpfully remarked.

Tails laughed. "Hey!" he said suddenly, "I had a lot of questions for you before Aunt Sally made me go to bed. Could I come with you guys?"

I turned to Matt. He shrugged.

"Sounds like a plan!" Sonic said in his usual energetic voice. I didn't have any objections, and besides, I had questions of my own. I wouldn't be politically irrational to get on the creature's good side.

Knothole's natural beauty was rather of awe inspiring, but of course, anything green after being trapped in an underground bunker would seem pretty amazing. We must have spent half the day being shown around. There were beautiful streams, trees of all sorts of different origins I'd never seen, shops and houses made using the richness of the forest, and the bustle and life of a whole community. The whole while Tails busily asked away about our lives and equipment. I wanted to enjoy the experience, but all the while the built in HUD (heads up display) on my helmet blinked its constant: " ! Mission Incomplete" in bright red letters that stood out from the still scrambled green of the tactical readout. Finally, I couldn't take it any more and flipped the screen up, sighing heavily in worry for the MIA marines. It took me a moment to realize that Tails was talking to me.

"So why aren't you fat?" Tails seemed intrigued by this question.

"Well… you know… work out… daily training. Exercise, you know?" I answered.

"You work out?!?!" For whatever reason Tails was incredulously unbelieving of this fact.

"Well, yeah. That and high metabolism, you know?" Matt chipped in.

"Wow! Robotnik would probably blow a gasket if someone even mentioned exercise around him!" Tails said, laughingly.

Sonic chuckled. "Good one Tails."

"Alright, that's just weird." I said, interrupting their little chuckle.

Sonic and Tails turned to look at me.

"Tell me about this Robotnik guy. What kind of person is he? He is a human, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Matt chipped in, "He attacked armed marine personnel and seems to think making robots in the image of humans is somehow an effective military tactic."

"What, it isn't?" Sonic asked.

"No!" Matt and I laughed.

"The military experimented with that back in 2250." Matt explained, "Worst idea ever! Not only would they end up breaking down all the time, but the micromanagement of troops just proved to be impossible!"

Sonic and Tails looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well, it doesn't really work too well for him either, I guess." Sonic chuckled, "But you wanted to know what kind of person he is, right?" Sonic said, suddenly growing serious.

I nodded.

"He's evil…" Sonic said, gritting his teeth. "He's captured friends of mine and turned them into robots, he overthrew the Acorn kingdom and turned the city into a robot inhabited wasteland. He kidnapped my Uncle Chuck and Sally's father. Honestly we don't even know if they're still alive."

"So… that city wasn't always all… shooty?" Matt asked, making a machine gun firing motion with his hands.

Sonic shook his head. "When I was a kid I couldn't have asked for a better place to live!"

"A kid…" I muttered, "How old are you, exactly?"

Sonic shrugged. "About fifteen I think. Sort of lost track of the date after the coup."

"You guys don't know what date it is?" Matt asked.

"Pretty much." Tails said.

It was surprising how little they seemed to care.

"Now wait…" I was wondering about something else, "You said he turned your friends into robots? Why would he do that?"

"It's called robitisizing," Tails explained, "Robotnik can make his own robots, but is also has a machine that he uses to turn living creatures into robots!" The fox boy had a sad look in his face. I figured he had lost someone close to him like this.

"Robotnik's reasoning is, if he has hostages, why not put them to use?" Sonic finished for him.

"So, he could potentially do this to humans as well?" Matt asked. It was the same question on my own mind.

Sonic paused. "Huh…" he put a finger to his chin in thought, "Yeah, I guess so… I mean, he could figure out a way."

'Great…' I thought to myself. Now my squad was captured and possibly turned into robots. This got better and better.

"Oh!" Sonic exclaimed. "We have to make a stop here! I think you two will like this guy."

The tree had a yellow door at its base. It was hollow and looked quite dead on its lower levels, but a few green leaves sprouted from its top. Sonic rapped briskly on the door. "Rotor!" he shouted to the inside of the tree. Peeking in, I could see that there was actually a set of stairs leading down to some sort of underground facility. I shivered as it brought back memories of the marine bunker.

"Rotor! Come up here! There are some people you gotta meet!"

"Huh?" came a muffled voice from below. There was a crash and a yell from below the stairs. Sonic cringed at the noise. "I'm all right! I'm all right!" came the low voice again. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. A second later I was face to face with a purple walrus. Yeah. That one got me too.

"Hey Sonic." The Walrus said in a deep voice before turning in our direction. "Whoa…" he muttered in shock as Matt and I came into view.

"Rotor," Sonic said, as he slung a hand over the walrus' shoulder and pointed at us, "Meet Kyle and Matt, the first humans in Knothole that haven't been bent on world domination. Kyle, Matt? This is Rotor. If it needs fixing, he can fix it."

"Whoa…" Rotor repeated.

I stuck out my hand in greeting, "Good to meet you Rotor." The Walrus took my hand and shook, albeit hesitantly.

"Ditto," Matt said, holding out his hand.

Rotor had on a yellow baseball cap that was turned backwards on his head and a tool-belt filled with all sorts of mechanical gadgets and gizmos slung around his shoulder and over his chest. The way he had his gaze, I could tell he was still eyeing us with some suspicion.

"Well," Sonic butted in, "Matt and Kyle here seem to be in that whole tec savvy stuff, Rotor. So I thought you guys might want t-"

"They are?" Rotor said, his suspicious look instantly disappearing, replaced instead by a gaze that made his new level of intrigue overly obvious.

"Yeah…" he said, eyeing us over again, "I should have seen it before… all these gadgets you guys are wearing and… aw… what are these.

The walrus, Rotor, was suddenly very much in our faces, eyeing our equipment and asking questions to quickly for me to answer them.

"Uh…" Sonic broke in, "Rotor?"

The Walrus looked up, "Huh? Oh, sorry Sonic."

"It's cool, pal. I thought you might want to show them the lab though, you know? See if you guys and help each other out."

"Oh yeah! Good idea." Rotor seemed exited about the prospect.

"Well, I'll let you guys talk your mechanical… stuff for a while. Back in a flash!" And with that, the speedy hedgehog was out of sight.

"Well, come in! Kyle and Matt, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"So you're in charge of like… keeping everything up and running around here?" Matt asked.

"Yup! Proud of it. There's a lot that needs kept up around here. Luckily, there's always plenty of help."

I nodded we made our way into the tree. The stairs actually weren't to deep, and I was surprised when the bright glow of artificial light hit me at the bottom of the stairs. Matt and I stepped into what I assumed was Rotor's work area, and were fairly shocked to see some pretty sophisticated looking computers.

"Wow. Rotor, this is some pretty advanced stuff. How come I haven't seen anything else like this around here?" I asked.

"Yeah," Matt said, "It seems like the rest of the village is nothing but wood and plants."

Rotor chuckled. His deep laugh made me think of him as someone laid back and friendly. "Well, people aren't real fans of machines around here, but they'll get over it. After all, they're only bad when you use them for evil means."

"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean." I said, nodding.

"Psh. Whatever. Gears are gears." Matt said, unconcerned with the philosophical implications of the comment. I gave Matt a look, but Rotor seemed not to have heard his statement.

"So how did you guys get to Knothole anyway?" Rotor asked.

"Well, it's something we've been wondering ourselves. I was thinking maybe you could help us figure that one out." I responded.

"Yeah," Matt interjected, "It's about time we started getting some answers. As far as I can tell, we got teleported to another planet."

Rotor tapped a finger on one of his large tusks, his brow furrowed in though. "Hmm…" he pondered, "Perhaps you guys better tell me your story. You can do it all the way from the beginning. I'll record it so Sally can listen to it later and you won't have to tell it again, how about that?"

Matt and nodded, "Ooh-Rah to that."

"What?" Rotor looked confused.

"Uh… sure. Let's do it."

We pulled up some chairs and began to tell Rotor everything. About Earth, all of our equipment that seemed so unfamiliar to Rotor, about the Covenant and the war, about the bunker and our God sent rescuer, Spartan 117, and finally, about the glassing, the flash of light, and the city. All the while, Rotor looked at us intensely, nodding his head from time to time and making sure the recorder was working. When we had finished, we all leaned back in our chairs and Rotor took a big breath.

"Wow…" he mumbled before saying more audibly, "I've never heard of anything like that in my life. I don't know what to tell you. And to think you would land right in Knothole…"

"Well, to be honest, we still don't know exactly where Knothole is." I said. Matt looked at me funny.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Rotor asked.

"Well, looking back on the tale, I had a bit of hypothesis… Is there anyway you could show me Knothole on a globe?"

Rotor scratched through the yellow cap. "Well… I can show it to you on a map, but I don't really have the whole planet…"

I shook my head, "That doesn't do me any good. We must have some way of seeing the whole planet."

"I don't think so…" Rotor said, "I mean, it's been pretty hard to get any geographical accomplishments done with the war against Robotnik and all… unless… hey, yeah…" Rotor eyes lit up. "The satellite uplink. Robotnik has a bunch of old satellites hanging over Mobius. It would be to difficult to hack into one and take the video feed off it."

I smiled. "A live feed? That would be great!" At just that moment there came a knock at the door.

"Hey gang!" came Sonic's energetic voice. "How's things?"

"Alright. We were just finishing up our story."

"Past cool, bud." Sonic said, flashing a thumbs up. "I think Sally wanted to see you guys when you got a chance. Can you come see her now?"

"Sounds good." I responded.

"Aww…" It was Rotor. "I didn't even get to tinker with their equipment…"

I lowered my eyebrows at him. "Nobody touches Sarah but me."

Rotor looked at me and blinked. "Wait… you named it?"

"Her! I named HER! And of course I did. Everybody does." I could tell Sonic and Rotor were having a hard time with this, but that wasn't surprising. It was weird to people on Earth to."

"Um… anyway! When do you think you can have that satellite feed set, my man?" Matt asked, breaking an awkward silence.

"Oh! Sometime early this evening, I imagine. Here!" Rotor tossed the recording of our conversation to me. I reached out a hand caught the small devise in mid-air.

"Thanks Rotor. We'll be back this evening to check it out." I said.

"No problem!" He said, making a quick salute.

"Lead the way, Sonic."

…

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Earth…

Location: Monitor Station BETA DELA 7…

Status: GREEN: Monitoring rift… 5 minutes after appearance of anomaly.

"What the hell was that?!" Came the Commander's gruff voice over the crackling radio.

"No idea, sir! There's an unknown anomaly at the LZ! The convoy… it's… it's disappeared."

"Somebody get me God damn sit-rep on those men!"

"Several systems are down or not responding, sir! Could be an EMP!"

"Sir, enemy forces are Oscar Mike!"

"Goddamnit!" the Commander threw his hat to the ground in frustration as he slammed his fist on the control panel in front of him. "Somebody get a ground force over to that thing and tell me what the hell it is! If it's a Brute weapon, I want to know everything there is to know about it!"

"Sir, new transmission coming in!"

"Put it on speakers, Lieutenant." The Commander ordered.

"Human forces, this is the Carrier Shadow of Intent." It was an Elite voice. "We are here to aid you in your struggle against our common enemy."

"Never thought I'd be so God damn happy to hear an alien's voice." The Commander said back, "Are you getting this Shadow of Intent."

"Affirmative. We are reading a massive anomaly at the peak of one of your human structures. According to our readouts, there is something on the other side of it."

"Are you tellin' me that thing is some kind of portal? We had men down there! We need to get them out!" the Commander responded.

"Affirmative. We are aware of the situation. Our Arbiter and a few of our best warriors have volunteered to enter the anomaly and recover your missing agents while you continue your fight against the Brutes."

The Commander breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Shadow of Intent. This debt won't go unpaid."

"We will do our part," the Elite voice responded, "Good luck in your own battle."

Outside the portal, an Elite clad in intricate silver armor stood with a team of eight others.

"Arbiter," came a brother's voice over the built in headsets, "Once your team steps through the portal, we may loose all communications with you. Be careful."

The silver clad Elite raised his head and gazed into the portal. "Fear not, brother. Death is not our destiny today. Forward men. In to the jaws of the unknown."

A war cry rose from the mouths of the other team members as they plunged into the portal… into Mobius.

It had been an informative afternoon to say the least. For Matt and Me, our heads were full to bursting with new, er… creature's names, locations around Knothole and the forest, as well as general do's and don'ts of the little hideaway. It seemed that the Freedom Fighters, as they called themselves, had been fighting Robotnik for quite some time now. I was genuinely impressed by their fortitude and ability to keep their hideout secret against such advanced technology. I'd even run into the creature I had accidentally maimed the other day. Antoine D'Coolette, whom I learned was actually coyote. He had had a bandaged wrapped around his head when I spotted him again. I had been walking with Sonic and Sally at the time and upon seeing us, he seemed to blush fiercely and march quickly in the opposite direction. I figured it had to do with our previous confrontation and left it at that. The day winded down with Sally listening to our recording and giving us her condolences. It was around that time Rotor came and found us.

"Kyle! Matt! She's all ready! Video uplink is working great!" he informed us.

"Hoo, Rotor. Let's take a look." Matt said, following the Walrus.

"Hoo? What are you-"

"Sorry, look… where we come from we're sort of used to certain phrases and whatnot, and Hoo just means… well… it means basically everything except 'no'."

"Oh… Kind of redundant, isn't it?" Rotor asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"Eh…" and a shrug were my only responses.

At last we were back in Rotor's control room. "Here ya go, take a look." Rotor said, pointing to a monitor."

Matt and I looked at the satellite feed of Mobius and our eyes widened.

"Matt…" I said, still in shock that I had been correct in my assumption. "Are you seeing…?"

Matt just nodded. "Yeah, but… how?"

Rotor looked at us, he obviously had no idea what we were talking about. "What? What is it?"

"Rotor…" I said hesitantly. "We were never transported to a different planet… we were transported to Mobius! Mobius is Earth!"

"What?" Rotor said looking at the monitor.

And sure as day, the continents had shrunk, some coasts had disappeared, and it something about it was just generally off, but Mobius was, without a doubt in our mind, Earth.

"But… how…?" Matt said to more to himself than anyone.

"Matt… we didn't travel a distance… We traveled time. We're in the future…"

A/N: Whew! Well, what do you think? It's been a couple years, but I got it done. Any good? Any bad? I didn't have time to give it a good look over, so there are probably some typos in there, but I can fix it later if I find them. Right now, the important thing was getting this thing up! Alright, look out for chapter 6!