His laugh bellows from the pit of his rumbling belly. Silver glowers at the man from the tip of his bald head to his shoes. His hand held two chaos emeralds and the other held another two. Blue, green, red, silver, purple sparkling dimly like they knew that their powers were going to be drain. Silver grinds his teeth wishing he could move, yet his feet and hands were bound to chains below him.

"Justice will be serve, Eggman!"

Another laugh bellows from as he raises the two Sol emeralds in his hand and squeezes them. He then puts them into the chamber of his machine. The machine was similar to a head of a pen, the outer covering appearing to be a pile of scrap metals. It was poorly made by no other than Eggman himself.

"Justice, that you will call it, that doesn't exist in this new world I'm creating. I am serving more of a private Nirvana. And with your powers I can establish that."

"I am not going to serve under someone like you."

Silver breaks free from the chain on his hand. He didn't want to serve under an evil menace that has killed a whole town, and masterminds the death of all creatures on mobius. Eggman is out of his mind at this point.

"Oh is that so?"

He turns to his machine and grins, "Computer, activate hedgehog captive now."