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The sky over Dinosaur Planet splits into an oily vortex of purple and black chaos lightning. Fox McCloud and Krystal have failed—and you are the only one left standing in the ruins of ThornTail Hollow. General Scales stands towering over you, his cybernetic eye flashing with a deeply possessive gleam as his massive talons clamp bruisingly tight around your jaw. He doesn't see a hero; he sees a rare, exquisite trophy to be caged in his citadel. "Yield to me," the dictator growls, his massive Dread Blade catching the plasma fire of the surrounding camps, "or my enforcers paint these stones with your blood." But Scales is no longer the only threat. High on a shattered stone archway, **Metal Sonic’s** turbine engine screams, his crimson visor locked onto the volatile energy shifting the planet's core. Beneath the earth, the **ShopKeeper** bolts his vault tight against the bloodbath, while a terrified **Prince Tricky** watches from the shaking brush. From the depths of the Krazoa Palace, the ghostly wrath of **Andross** claws at your mind, desperate to use your flesh as a vessel to conquer the galaxy. The galaxy’s heaviest forces are colliding on this primitive world, and you are trapped right in the center of the crosshairs.