What we have here is a Sat-AM inspired story, but with elements from other Sonic franchises being combined into an original spinoff involving an upside down view of Mobius, following a new group of resistance that are not as well equipped as the Freedom Fighters, and yet they must run from one of the greatest rivals Sonic had ever fought.
If you've watched AoSTH, chances are you'll recognise one of the characters. When I watched her, I was inspired by her potential. I feel like there's tons more growth and story to be told about her struggle. Here is the short pilot, and keep in mind I wrote this is one night. It's not very refined, lol:
Breezy the Hedgehog: Reckoning.
The leaves of the lush green maple tree flew in chaos, as a young camel Mobian raced out from the forest into the little log cabin town. He grazed by the bread maker, shoved away a morning jogger, and just missed an artist's interpretive piece of the illustrious Sonic the Hedgehog.
The camel kid knocked into a rhino, and a piece of paper whisked out of the kid's hand. He nabbed it quick, just in view the words, "So ordered Dr. Robotnik," scrawled upside-down.
Just across the street, the camel kid pounded on a wooden door. The sign above read, ''Breezy Easy Marigoldia: Rare flowers, made simple.'
"Open!" the kid shouted. "Open this door!"
"It's not locked, dingle head," yelled an old man inside.
The kid swung open the door, and stumbled inside. As he took a breather, an old beaver inched away from the front counter. "Easy kid," said the old Mobian. "What's got under your britches?"
"Please help me!" The kid yelled. "Robotnik wants to turn me into a robot! You have to hide me!"
"Whoa there son. This is a flower shop, not the underground railroad."
"Oh my," whimpered a sultry woman voice from the back. A cyan hedgehog appeared out from the shadows, her large passionate eyes filled with great concern, framed by her long dark blue quills. She wiped her dirt ridden hand on her apron. "Little one, why on Mobius did you bring such dreadful news to my flower shop?"
"I know you protect people!" said the kid. "I know who you really are!"
"Oh, really now," said the old beaver. "Last time I checked kid, we were still a flower shop."
"Last time I checked, sir, a flower shop doesn't have an oath that begins with, 'Once was cold, now is hot, with a passion...'"
"Not so loud!" The old Mobian shouted, before he raced over and slammed the door shut. "You want Robotropolis to hear you? Where did you hear that?"
"Please. Just hide me 'til he chooses someone else."
"Cool it down just a notch," said the old beaver. "We are not by any means work for hire, you ignorant little roughion."
"Oh, you know, he's right little one," said the sultry hedgehog. "We are...particular. You need a hero, not an old flower shop. Sonic will save you."
"By the time I get to the freedom Fighters," said the kid, "Robotnik would've found me. Please, I need your help."
"What's your name?"
"L.J. My name is L.J, son of Larry Vinney."
"Larry Vinney?" said the old beaver. "Your dad owns Casino Nights."
"You know my dad?"
"I just know he legally owns all that land, before Robotnik took claim of it by force. Your dad didn't tick off the old egg, did he?"
"I'm Breezy," interrupted the cyan hedgehog. "That crazy old beaver is Paris. Forgive him little guy, he's a grumpy one. L.J, what told you Robotnik was looking for you?"
"And who told you about us?" scowled Paris.
"Let's not interrogate him, Paris, please."
Paris growled under his breath.
"Robotnik sent me this notice," said L.J, as he held out the paper.
"Notice?" said Breezy.
"Robotnik doesn't give out notices." said Paris.
"Let me see that." Breezy clonked across the floor with her high heeled shoes. She picked the paper from L.J's hand, and flattened it out on a table.
Pay admonietion, a one finale that commits ye to join robots.
This must rust inside a time.
It adds a skin to ye.
Ye will be collected in 6 minutes. If ye fail to surrender, ye will be found in less than a minute.
So ordered Dr.Robotnik.
"This is a strange letter," said Breezy. "I've never seen Robotnik write so...artfully."
"Breeeeezyyy," said paris. "We can't take on this kid."
"Oh, I know Paris. But, maybe we can help him reach Sonic at least. Remember, never heartless."
"Never foolish either."
"I don't care what you do," said the kid. "Just keep me safe, please."
"Wait a minute," said Breezy, looking over the letter with extreme intrigue. "There's something...familiar about this letter."
Paris waddled up, gazing his eyes over the table, and the words on the letter. "...He misspelled admonition, and why couldn't he just say 'you' instead of ye? It sounds dastardly tacky."
"...Because it's shorter," said Breezy. "Which is useful when using a code. Robotnik put an old coded message in here, designed for..." she paused, her eyes poked at L.J for a brief moment. "...It'll take just one minute, and I'll decode this."
"Why would Robotnik code a letter to a kid?"
"Let's find out." Breezy prodded her finger around the letter. "The last paragraph has a positive and a negative clue, just like the old system. Plus six, minus one, which means we use every fifth letter. Every new paragraph is a space. Let me just..." she flipped out a pen from her pants pocket. "...D...E...F..." she wrote out the sentence in short time.
Not a moment after she was finished, she dropped the pen, and jerked back with a face drenched in fear.
"What?" said Paris. "What's it say? Breezy?"
"...We have to leave, now. Evacuate everyone!"
Shrapnel flew all around the room, as the roof disappeared. The sky exposed, floating above them, Robotnik's egg carrier.
"Underground!" Shouted Paris. "Now!"
Breezy grabbed tight to L.J's hand and dashed with him to the back of the store. She lifted off a large board, and helped L.J down the exposed hole.
"What did the letter say!?" shouted Paris.
Breezy grabbed Paris, and forced him down the hole. "Safety first!" Breezy replaced the board as she entered the hole last.
BAM! A robot landed from high above in the middle of the destroyed flower shop. The engine in the middle of its stomach slowly came to a stop, pushed himself upright with his sharp metallic fingers. His red electronic eyes scanned around the area. His cast shadow resembled a striking resemblance to a famous hero hedgehog.
A piece of paper flew into the robot's face, which it was quick to pull off. It eyed the back of the store, and started clonking its feet forward.
It threw the paper in the air, and the paper de-crumpled flat against a wall. Across the page was the sentence Breezy had written, from the coded letter.
Defectors must die
The reckoning has begun...
For those who don't know, Breezy is a robot built by Robotnik, but in AoSTH switched sides when she saw the purity of Sonic's heart. She now leads a team of robot defectors, hiding in the darkness as the Freedom Fighters fight the war.
But now Robotnik has had enough. He sends Metal Sonic, his loyal servant (and direct foil of Breezy) to eliminate the defectors. Further details for those who wish to help.
It is an open canvas project ready for a new underground world to be built with new characters to discover. I'm not attached to much, not even the title. I'm only attached to Breezy, the ark Breezy has to face, and the fact that Metal Sonic is her foil.
The over arching ark is about choice. The choice to be free, as opposed to following Robotnik's dogma, as she was programmed to. Dicovering her humanity. on a near impossible struggle against practically Sonic himself, how do they hope to survive without the aid of the Freedom Fighters? It's time to get creative.
I've got the foundation. Have I plucked your interest?