“This is odd.” Eggman said, examining the database of his robot, E-101 Beta mkii. The scientist had given the robot a gem of power and is now observing its powered performance from the stats. “The energy levels do rival to that of a Chaos Emerald, but I wonder.” He removes the gem out of a Beta and brought along six additional crystalline that were recently scavenged from the Diamond Fields. Eggman had those six infused with Chaos Energy.
“Do they provide Super Forms like how the original seven are gathered?” He implanted the seven synergized copies of artificial Chaos Emeralds, which he dubbed as Chaos Gems, into one of his bulky prototypes, Mecha Sonic. Through Mecha, its armor started to glow golden from the Gem’s Chaos Energy. But within merely three seconds, the supposed super form of the prototype quickly out died out back to its original blue exterior.
“I see. Even with raw-cut diamonds and not cheap alternatives, these Gems are still far from powerful than the original source. Nevertheless,” Eggman concluded. “These Chaos Gems are lasting and sufficient enough to power machinery than a robot with a Chaos Drive or a captured animal.” He noted of how one swipe from his black automaton can be near-fatal enough to cause a concussion on the Diamond Dog leader. Thankfully the mammal survived, for dead subjects can’t be experimented upon nor they be used as batteries for his Badniks. But even so…
“Once I have my Chaos Gems production in motion,” he placed the original, green Emerald onto his synchronizing factory. “I should have my batch of elite troops in no time. I may even be able to take on both Sonic and the planet Earth. No wait,” he stops himself. “Even if I have an army of the best, they would still end up being scrapped heap at the battlefield, and I’ll end up back to producing more of them under limited supply. This world of Equestria is sufficient as a dimensional base against my war on Earth. But I wonder….what should I do with this world’s populace?” There’s still much to learn of this realm ruled by ponies. They have magic powerful enough to orbitally lift the sun and the moon. The denizens were kind enough to lend in their knowledge from their library books, but to see the magic himself will require empirical experimentation on one of these equines. This will no doubt incite hostility, but this is the inevitable cost of science for the sake of conquest.
An automatic door in his research room opens while Eggman was pondering within. Squads of Egg Pawns were holding what appears to one of these equines, particularly a unicorn in very light, aquamarine. His GUN turncoat recruit, Mod, followed behind the group injured while in messed up clothing and slightly limping to towards the egg-shaped doctor.
“Whatever happened to you?” Eggman asked the GUN defector.
“Long story short,” Mod improvised in insinuation. "I’ve managed to convince one of the native population to voluntarily be our test subject.”
What really happened…
“Goddamn.” He hits a step. “Sonuva,” he hits another. “Motherf-” and another. Mod was swearing out every curse word in the human language that are better off censored while falling down the stoned stairs of the Ancient Castle’s ravine. Had he stopped at the bottom and landed by the head, he would’ve died; which he is about to snap his neck within seconds. But just at that moment, his body’s starting to float. “What the hell?!” Within a few inches of losing his life, the GUN traitor could see himself covered in an aura foreign to human. The blue-green unicorn with a lyre on its rump is quickly strolling down the stoned steps to meet up with him. “Get away from me you freak of nature!” He commanded, fearing that the horse would cause more than harm than good, like blocking his sights from groping his face and causing him to fell down to his near-death.
“Please, I’m so sorry,” it apologized; or she, judging from the voice in concern. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her horn was glowing and the aura had him stand upright on his foot.
“How did you, ugghhh…” the former GUN scientist painfully struggled to have his body stand straight. His bones are broken from the fall, making it hard for him to deduce his observation of what the aura was. “Damn it, how can I do my work when I’m in this condition? Arrghh….” the man white angrily grumbles to himself. He could do a few prosthetics with injuries like he did on soldiers back at GUN, but never had it done on himself. The scientist was about to call on nearby Egg Pawns to assist him to the infirmary, but this horse came up to him. “Get away from me!” he yelled at her again, having had enough trouble from it as he painfully steps back.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” she insisted.
“There’s nothing more you can do to help.” The human in white angrily glared through his horn-rimmed glasses, hoping she would go away. He assumes that the horses of this world can’t do much help anyway other than talk, gallop, and cause further nuisance.
“But please,” the unicorn begged. “By Celestia, I insist.” She had walk up close to his body with her horn glowing. The scientist would have inquired, but seems to be too much in pain to speak; not to mention his constant scolding has caused him to lose some of his voice. “The bones are a bit similar to equine physiology,” the pony continued. “If I could conjoin these bones together,” she further glows her horn on the human, causing him to writhe in agony.
“Aww f-” Mod curses out more from his body agonizingly reacting to this aura, which the unicorn strangely didn’t mind. Human swears must’ve been unknown to these so-called Equestrians. “This is the kind of pain I inflicted upon convicts.” He flashbacks on his projects of experimenting supposedly executed criminals in top secret. Human experimentation is illegal by international law back on Earth. But with his top secret work, and the fact that the vast majority don’t care about declared “dead” scum of convicted murderers, terrorists, etc; his actions are left unnoticed. He dreads the unknown intentions of the aura and the horse doing the same affliction on him.
“There, all done.” The unicorn finished her operation.
“What did you do,” Mod suddenly feels alright where can get up and stand. “urgghhh..” however he still suffers from internal bruising.
“I’ve done some intern work at the nursery. All I did was perform an x-ray spell and levitate your bones to rearranged back to what it’s supposed to be." She paused, looking at his stature in excitement and intrigued. “Along with what I’ve theorized on human anatomy.”
“Theorized?” the scientist questioned while struggling to stand straight of his interrogation on the animal. I shouldn’t be surprised that humans don’t exist in this alien world, but they strangely seemed very fluent in English. A language invented by humans.
“But more importantly, are you really human?” Lyra excited went up to him. The human scientist still suffers from internal bruising. “Oh sorry.” She backed off. “But do you have hands?” The man in white flexes his fingers, surprising functional after his bruising. “Please let me see!” Her horn glows, somehow pulling the human’s hand towards her.
“Nrgh, what are you doing to me?!” He exclaims from getting pulled too hard from an aura hard to explain scientifically.
“What? This?” Her horn glows again and gently pulling the hand.
“That can't be. Magic is unscientific and unreal,” the human declared, despite conducting research on mystical energies from emeralds.
“My peers almost said the exact the same thing to me! ‘Humans are not real, Lyra, and there’s no way you’ll prove it.’ But you are human, right?”
“Yes,” the man in white answered to entertain the pony.
“Then I’m right! I’ve been right all along.”
“You said you have magic, correct?” the magical horse nodded to his question. “And hands are unknown to you?” The unicorn named Lyra excites from his rhetoric. “Well then, here’s my hand.” He sticks out his right hand towards her, causing the gleefully unicorn to be ecstatic. “And here’s another.” Lyra happily sees that he has two hands, and that was last thing she saw before her unconsciousness. Mod had used a hidden sedater, surprisingly functional and undamaged from his accident, pulled from his lab coat with the left hand.
“You there.” He commanded a few Egg Pawns nearby. “Pick her up. The doctor will want to see this.” The Egg Pawns did as he command, carrying her as a team, and went off to the landed Egg Carrier. Mod followed behind, but not before tripping from his still-injured body by the limbs. “Can one of you at least help me?” He cries out in frustration. They were already by the Egg Carrier and didn’t really hear his plea from a distance. “Robots.” He grumbled, forcing himself to limp towards the vessel.
Without at all explaining his story, the former GUN scientist went off to the infirmary. The unicorn is still tranquilized in front of the Doctor while Egg Pawns await for further instructions.
“Put her in the test chambers.” Eggman finally gave out his orders. Twilight Sparkle (I swear what is up with that name?) stated that unicorns have magic in them, and so do the other equine races. The aquamarine-colored unicorn is placed in a stasis tube with Eggman measuring her energy levels like he would with Chaos Emeralds.
“Indeed,” the obsessed doctor observed, “they do have energy properties from their ‘magic.’” He feels a bit of déjà vu from his recent Amusement Park attempt before smiling at his next scheme. Eggman has Gamma played the informant (without his knowledge) to interact with the ponies, but he also has hidden spies in Equestria, using bee-shaped robots in noteworthy places to spy on the unsuspected populace. He looked away towards his monitors viewing the outskirt roads of a town and sees a few stranding, bystanders easy for picking.