Az-The-Dragon

The following week found Netto pouring all his attention on the several diagrams he had drawn. At first, it had been a hurdle to decipher the messy alien scrawls. No matter at what angle he was looking them from. They looked as foreign as they were for the rest of humanity, with their squiggles and occasional odd swirl. That is, until Netto caught onto a sequence of symbols that sparked a recognition coming from the far back of his mind. After that, things became easier the more he focused until all the symbols were translated. Granted, there were some errors due to certain clusters meaning something else if considered next to a particular s

During the long months under Eggman's command, Infinite had learned that the doctor was quite the eccentric character. He was often loud in his boasting, could rage for hours when something did not go according to his plans, and certainly knew how to strike fear in the heart of the helpless citizens. Then there were those moments when he was very quiet and still, with his hidden gaze cast into nothingness as he made that exceptionally high IQ work. This was one of those rare times when the Doctor switched between the two moods rapidly, throwing Infinite for a confused loop. One moment he was grinning maniacally, the next he looked pensive, w

Summary: He was winning, they were losing. Sort of. The core of the resistance still refused to give up, and while Infinite proved to be a powerful weapon against them, he still clung to the belief that some of them could be let go if they ran screaming in fear. It was time to correct that. A/N: See end of chapter for ranting Author's Notes. A/N2: I probably botched Infinite up, but I've been thinking a lot about why he would stick around Eggman. Well, sure, it's all about the power and them agreeing onto changing the world, but I like to enjoy the idea that Eggman has conditioned him to near complete obedience. How? Heck if I know. He's th

A/N: Read the description if you want to know more about stuff. Also, please forgive me any error/misspelling/whatever. My works are not betaed. . --- . Something was wrong. He had no idea what it was, nor why he felt like things were about to snowball down the precipice, but he knew. His instincts were screaming at him that peace wasn't going to last much longer, that soon enough they would have to deal with a world-wide-scale attack. One that would put Sci-Lab, the Net-Police, and him to the test. Physically, he could handle it. Mentally, he also could do it. Emotionally... Netto wasn't so sure. True, he wanted to rain fire and destruc