(OOC: If you don't mind being the psycho stalker boy crazy tsundere this incarnation seems to be. Of course, it's rocklee908765 who started this, so he has to okay it.)<br/><br/>"I don't..." <Chaos Control>. "Whoa! That's still awesome! Thanks Shadow! Like I said, I don't do mind control, that _would_ make me like Robotnik. Not that I couldn't, I've studied the things he's done on Robians with an aim to removing the controls, and I'm sure i could come up with something..." He shook his head. "No! Never!"<br/><br/>Tails' nort so secret laboratory looked like a fairly modest house, set on the edge of a cliff overlooking a bay. The only odd thing was lower down a set of large garage doors, set into the rock, with a runway leading from them, and a wide hardstand right in front. There were also a double row of palm trees lining the runway. Several metal frame towers rose up from the house, one carrying a decent sized Darius wind turbine, and others holding various dishes and antennas.<br/><br/>Of course, all three had been inside, and knew that the lab proper wasn't in the house, but built into multiple chambers in the the hollowed out clif below, big enough to hold a battle ship, and massively buttressed. Also, the cliff and surrounding top of the cliff face was studded with concealed energy cannon and missile launchers, and force field generator nodes that could enclose the entire area, and protect it against anything smaller than a nuclear weapon.<br/><br/>Tails knew Robotnik thought he was just a childish tinkerer, but he was always worried that the tin tokus tyrant might one day look past his own ego and realise the little fox was an actual threat. If so, he didn't intend to go down easy.<br/><br/>He lead them up to the regular door, waved a widget at it, and punched in a key code. The door opened, letting them into a thouroughly conventional, if clean and neat hallway. He called out. "Hi Tornado-chan, I'm home!"<br/><br/>A hologram phased into being in front of the group. It was a white vixen crossed with aircraft parts. Her boots were jet thrusters with cute little tail fins, her body was covered in fuselage which somehow still hugged her curves, swing wings depended from her back, on her arms were weapon pod bracers, and her head dress was a nose cone with quad canards. Familiar quad canards. They didn't need to see the blur colour scheme or the twin tail logo on the fins to recognise the aircraft as the Hyper Tornado.<br/><br/>"Guys, this is Tornado-tan, the auto-pilot for the Hyper Tornado, well her holographic avatar. The actual hardware is in the Tornado, but I have imagers studded all around the place." He moved to let her see the trio. "Tornado-chan, these are Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow."<br/><br/>The mecha musume giggled and said, "I _do_ know them silly! After all haven't they ridden me, oh, hundreds of times. We just han't been properly introduced."<br/><br/>Tails stopped in an 'Oh yeah' pose, then rubbed his neck in embarassment. "Ahh! Yes, you still have your memory files from your previous models. Tornado is as much a part of the Robotnik fighting team as anyone here, so the better and more flexible I could make her auto-pilot, the better. Not that I didn't always talk to her even before she had interactive voice response systems. So I kept on improving her heuristic matrix and processing capabilities, and recently, she woke up and started talking back. I didn't mean to create an AI, it just sort of happened. She chose this form as her avatar, but I still worry if I'm enslaving her..."<br/><br/>"Now that's nonsense!" The demi-mecha vixen exclaimed. "What he doesn't say is that he's offered to build me a flight capable cybernetic body and transfer my memory core to it, free to go wherever I want. I'd think he was trying to get rid of me, if he hadn't bared his soul to me so often when he talked. He built me and cared for me, ever since I was a bi-plane. Why would I want to be anywhere else?"<br/><br/>She gave Tails an affectionate look. "Well, I'm pleased to be able to talk to you all at last. Though Sonic, next time you stand on my dorsal hull, could you please make sure your sneakers are clean? After last time, it took an hour for my remotes to scrub the marks out."