[center][Neo Metal Sonic, High Above Dreamland, Late Morning]

[b]"What an ignorant realm..."[/b]

The harsh, apathetic, mechanical voice of the notorious Metal Sonic rang high above in the skies of Dreamland, his voice drowned out by the furious exhalation of fuel from his highly-specialized, built-in jetpack. For years upon years since The Great Merge, Metal Sonic has hastily become a both a notorious outlaw and criminal throughout the majority of the existing worlds. In his seemingly endless, violent, and destructive quest to gather all the Chaos Emeralds or other relics of power, the steel doppelganger of the beloved Sonic the Hedgehog had seen both glorious victories and shameful defeats. Turning around slowly in the air, he watched intently through the lines of code as his red-tinted vision scanned this world for any abnormal sources of raw, uncontrolled energy.

As to be expected, Metal Sonic himself could not find such a source from his highly elevated position. Finding the Chaos Emeralds in one world was hard enough, but now in multiple worlds? No wonder his inferior, organic counterpart eventually stopped fighting the mad genius Dr. Ivan "Eggman" Robotnik shortly after The Great Merge- the Chaos Emeralds had but almost vanished from notable existence, scattered throughout all the worlds. Raising his cold right hand to his chest, a faint cyan glow emitted from within, the only Chaos Emerald that Metal Sonic had been able to truly find in such a scattered mess. Continuing to scout and observe this world intently, the self-proclaimed superior being hastily and professionally made internal documents regarding the biological creatures of this world and any noteworthy landmarks. If needed, Metal Sonic knew that he could target a world and force an almost *hostage situation* for anything that he truly and deeply desires by threatening the inhabitants within said realm.

[b]"I must move west, these scabs of flesh and bone are nothing more than a mere distraction to me."[/b] Neo reminded himself at the task at hand, briefly halting the seemingly endless stream of fuel from his jetpack as he began to descend. Abruptly, the jetpack shot back up, shooting Metal Sonic towards a land known as "Japan". Even going at speeds far beyond most modern jets, Metal Sonic knew that the voyage would still take a few delicate minutes. Seeing this as a chance to organize files and documents within his mental storage, the metallic, heartless, spiteful anarchist was resorting to the petite task of simple organization for the mere sake of passing the time.[/center]