Look To The Sky, a New Dawn is Coming
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This was Hell, you were sure of it.
A part of you still refused to believe that, but with the evidence present, and every new day that arrived the assumption this was the afterlife was better than…other alternatives.
The memories leading to your current situation were fresh in your mind, even after 5 months have passed. Your Brother and his squad had just managed to take Marberry Coastline, it was supposed to be a great victory for all of you, you were one step closer to retaking Gallia.
You were gonna hear Rosie sing…
And then there was pain... You had been shot, and the last moments were too hazy to make out, but you still remember it.
The great feeling of sadness and regret you felt as you lost consciousness and fell into a deep slumber is still something that won't leave you even now.
You didn't expect to come back to consciousness as you were dragged by a pair of Empire soldiers towards one of their facilities
Even now you can't make sense of what happened, how were you still alive, even when you clearly remember being shot, there wasn't even't a scar on your body, like if it was never shot!
You would celebrate the fact that you were still alive, if you didn't find yourself in such a precarious situation.
From what you were able to listen to from chat from the goons that had you prisoner alongside the discussion with your fellow captives, you were able to gain insight on your circumstances.
Apparently, one day, a huge sound of something shattering could be heard by everyone, and after a flash of light, a grand part of the Empire and places from Gallia and the Federation had been transported to a new strange world.
You would have refused to believe it, if you didn't see yourself, how there was a clear border where the Empire ended and a new land started, as if someone had smashed to pieces of land together and somehow they were stuck.
Whatever had happened, it must have brought you back from…your fate.
Just to put you here into something even worse.
The soldiers that found you brought you to one of their labor camps, same as the ones your squad had liberated in Fouzen, and your heart sank in despair as the reality of the situation dawned on you.
The Empire had won, there was no Militia here nor army to oppose them, whatever pockets of resistance that had been transported with the Empire had been quickly destroyed, if the bragging of their wardens to demoralize them was any indication, and the other inmates sadly collaborated the facts.
Prince Maximilian had won, with the Empire finally taking control of whatever pieces of Gallia that had been brought here and now, they had to survive in this new world.
What she had seen before and her talks with Zaka hadn't prepared for what awaited her in those camps.
Being forced to work as slaves, working in their factories and mines, and seeing how they tortured her fellow Darcsen everyday was so discouraging.
She was lucky, they were able to find out her skills with engineering and quickly designed her for maintenance of machinery, making sure all the equipment used was still in working conditions, with access to the rest of the Empire cut off, their resources were limited.
And that meant one thing for them, soon, a new invasion would start.
She was not fully aware of the details, but the Empire had started another war, this time against a place called "Green Hills" and the weird inhabitants that lived there. A few weeks ago, they had managed to deliver their first victory against them and were slowly but surely taking over the area.
This saddened her, that no matter the place or situation, the Empire would continue to unleash war on the innocent, why did they have to be so cruel?
She didn't know and no one ever answered her question. What she learned was that she was set to be reallocated to a new Labor Camo in their most recently taken zone.
She still held a sliver of hope that their situation would change, that someone, somehow, would appear and save them. Even now, her people were suffering, nothing had changed, well, that wasn't true, there was one thing…
Her brother or friends were not here to help her, she was alone in this Hell.
You were Metal Sonic, and you were almost amazed how easy this was. Almost.
Any task assigned to you would be simple enough, but this was kind of ridiculous.
As you walked through the screaming soldiers' bullets, you almost felt annoyed to know these fools had ever successfully taken you out. Granted, the best of the best of them did it, but still.
Someone, in a bid of desperation, tried to hit you from behind with a shovel. You easily caught it and looked at the cowering man, waving your finger at him before grabbing his throat.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
His brothers in arms didn't fare much better, really. They opened fire again and again, but you either dodged or took the hits but easily recovered.
Hmmph. Pathetic.
As you casually crushed another man's skull and set more walls ablaze with your sheer speed of movement, you heard something. You turned and were staring down the barrel of a tank.
"C-Cease this assault, foul demon! By the order of the Empire!" The man inside the tank ordered.
To you, it sounded like pitiful begging. With more blistering speed, you were suddenly behind the tank. The main inside screamed and tried desperately to maneuver it around to shoot at you, but it was too little, too late. You grabbed the tank, hoisting it over your head.
"No! No please! You can't, I h-have a family! I was J-Just following orders!" The man pleaded for his life.
Funny. So were you.
You promptly throw the tank full force into a wall, making the man sob right before the inevitable explosion, causing further fiery damage to this pitiful excuse for a stronghold.
As you proceed with your glorious march of destruction, you saw several people running away from you…Incorrect, after using a minuscule part of your processing power to focus on them, you were able to notice they were actually running away from this place, their clothes being different from the trash you had just dealt with.
No matter, if those wretches we're not standing in your way, even better for you.
As you finally arrived at the center of the camp, your sensors quickly noticed that a great concentration of soldiers were present, some of them shouting threats and stupid orders to you.
Oh, lucky, they have come all to one place. Perfect, he didn't need to waste more seconds hunting them down.
He gave himself 5 minutes to finish this up, 10 tops. As his engine came to life, giving him the propulsion needed to smash against this pitiful resistance, if he had a face, someone could tell that you would be smiling broadly.
Ahhh, how have he missed this.
He made sure to hold himself back a bit though, he still needed the place intact in order to complete his orders.
You were Doctor Eggman, and you were understandably annoyed.
You expected Metal to complete his mission flawlessly, but why did things like this tend to happen to you?!
Obviously the girl was one of the prisoners of those Camps belonging to the Empire, who managed to hide in the crate during Metal's test drive. Still, you couldn't help but be a tad annoyed that they didn't bother to check the crates before bringing them over, oh well.
"Metal, stop. Don't harm our unexpected guest…yet." You say with a stern tone to metal, who as you expected, was ready to neutralize this invader to your base. As you crossed your arms and stared at the young lady, who continued to look around scared and lost in her current position.
"Who ar-Where am I?" She asks terrified as she stares at all the people present in the room. You notice that when her gaze lands on Metal, and Orbot and Cubot, a spark of interest shows in her eyes, quickly smothered out by the gravity of her situation.
"I'm afraid I will be the one making the questions." You say in a definite tone as you take a step towards her, who quickly backs away towards the safety of the crate she was in. Ha! Like that would help her!
"I will ask two simple questions that will greatly determine what happens to you." You say as you continue to walk towards her, as your eyes meet hers. "First, who are you? Second, why shouldn't I get rid of you? If your answers don't satisfy me, Metal will deal with you as he dealt with those Empire fools." In the corner of your eye, you saw him brandish his claws, ready to act in your command.
The girl gulped, the gravity of the situation dawning upon her. She started breathing quickly, looking panicked at your ultimatum, before taking a deep breath and putting on a mask of calmness, that you clearly see, would break at the first impact.
"I…I was one of the Darcsen prisoners of the Empire." Obviously, you barely were able to hold in the snark that wanted to come from you, but you decided that would be tasteless. "You- why did you do this?"
"Ah, ah ah!" You wave one of your fingers in front of her. "That wasn't one of the questions." You said in a cheerful tone that just baaaareeely held a speck of annoyance for the girl not following your command. "If you wish to know…that Empire of yours has slighted me in ways that can't be easily amended, and I'm set to put them in their place, eventually." She stares for a moment, processing what you said. She opened her mouth to speak again, but…
"And I believe you didn't answer any of my questions."
A second later, Metal's claws grasp her neck and push her towards the container, keeping her in place and she starts choking.
"One more try. Why shouldn't I get rid of you?" You say as you tap your foot against the ground impatiently.
"I…can…help…you." The girl manages to say, white in Metal's grasp. Your curiosity picked, you snapped your finger, indicating Metal to let her go.
As she recovers her breath and holds her throat, she continues talking. "You…you are opposing the Empire right? I…can help you! I know enough about their weaponry and tactics…I…I'm an engineer too!"
"Ohhhh?" You ask with a tone of interest. "Would you help me so happily to teach that Empire their place? I wonder why?"
The girl looks unsure, herself, seemingly, not wanting to talk about this topic, but knowing better, she resumes her explanation.
"My…people, the Darcsen, they…for so long they have been oppressed by the Empire. This…this is the first time since we arrived here that someone opposed the Empire, please!" She looks at you, tears in her eyes starting to appear.
You couldn't help but scoff, not believing what the girl was spouting, what a waste of time! You were ready to tell Metal to finish this when…
"Maybe," She said quietly. "But it also needs kindness. You can have both. He did."
You still remember her words back in that place. They remind in the corners of your mind, incapable of uprooting them.
You refuse to believe the claims of a wooden girl who has not experienced the chaos of this world.
But perhaps…there could be even a spot of truth in them? As much as you hated to admit it, the hypothesis never worked if never tested.
"What's your name girl?"
The girl looks at you, with equal fear and hope. "Isara…Isara Gunther." She says with a tone filled with determination, contrary to her previous showing.
"Very well, Miss Gunther, welcome to the team, hope your services are actually useful."
Results: Rescued and forcefully recruited Isara Gunther! Gained a bit of insight into the current situation of the Empire.
Isara Gunther:
Power: 17 (At such young age, young Isara seems to have gone throught the basic of military training, if her skills with handling guns and tanks is anything to go by.)
Heart: 25(You haven't seen such a charming individual like her in a long time. It reminds you of Sonic and his group of friend, uggh. How disgusting)
Logistics: 28 (For such a young child, if so surprise me the level of skill she possesses to plan and organize projects, thought of course it doesn't come anywhere near ny level.)
Brains: 26 (I almost scoffed when she informed me she was a professional Engineer. But she quickly proved she had the appropriate credentials. Uh, this level of skill reminds me of young Prower.)
Trickery: 9(At the end, Isara is just another foolish person that seems to trust people at their word. Such a young mind full of potential, but so malleable.)
Mystic: 3(While she may be knowledge of the legends of her homeland, her lack of experience with the supernatural is clear)
Loyaty: 20(Rescued her from that place.)
Traits:
Darcsen Heart: Apparently in her world, there are a race of people called Darcsen that suffer heavily of indiscrimination. The Empiee being the main source of this. How disappointing. Everyone knows it's better to hate everyone equally!
(Isara is mainly against the Empire and while she is okey with actions that opposes it, doing actions that hurt innocent people or if sheer cruelty (and that target Darcsen), will quickly reduce her loyalty to Eggman.
Mechanical Valkyrie: +20 to all Engineering related rolls.
Tank-proficient: +15 bonus to combat rolls when Isara is fighting from a tank or a similar vehicle.
A part of you still refused to believe that, but with the evidence present, and every new day that arrived the assumption this was the afterlife was better than…other alternatives.
The memories leading to your current situation were fresh in your mind, even after 5 months have passed. Your Brother and his squad had just managed to take Marberry Coastline, it was supposed to be a great victory for all of you, you were one step closer to retaking Gallia.
You were gonna hear Rosie sing…
And then there was pain... You had been shot, and the last moments were too hazy to make out, but you still remember it.
The great feeling of sadness and regret you felt as you lost consciousness and fell into a deep slumber is still something that won't leave you even now.
You didn't expect to come back to consciousness as you were dragged by a pair of Empire soldiers towards one of their facilities
Even now you can't make sense of what happened, how were you still alive, even when you clearly remember being shot, there wasn't even't a scar on your body, like if it was never shot!
You would celebrate the fact that you were still alive, if you didn't find yourself in such a precarious situation.
From what you were able to listen to from chat from the goons that had you prisoner alongside the discussion with your fellow captives, you were able to gain insight on your circumstances.
Apparently, one day, a huge sound of something shattering could be heard by everyone, and after a flash of light, a grand part of the Empire and places from Gallia and the Federation had been transported to a new strange world.
You would have refused to believe it, if you didn't see yourself, how there was a clear border where the Empire ended and a new land started, as if someone had smashed to pieces of land together and somehow they were stuck.
Whatever had happened, it must have brought you back from…your fate.
Just to put you here into something even worse.
The soldiers that found you brought you to one of their labor camps, same as the ones your squad had liberated in Fouzen, and your heart sank in despair as the reality of the situation dawned on you.
The Empire had won, there was no Militia here nor army to oppose them, whatever pockets of resistance that had been transported with the Empire had been quickly destroyed, if the bragging of their wardens to demoralize them was any indication, and the other inmates sadly collaborated the facts.
Prince Maximilian had won, with the Empire finally taking control of whatever pieces of Gallia that had been brought here and now, they had to survive in this new world.
What she had seen before and her talks with Zaka hadn't prepared for what awaited her in those camps.
Being forced to work as slaves, working in their factories and mines, and seeing how they tortured her fellow Darcsen everyday was so discouraging.
She was lucky, they were able to find out her skills with engineering and quickly designed her for maintenance of machinery, making sure all the equipment used was still in working conditions, with access to the rest of the Empire cut off, their resources were limited.
And that meant one thing for them, soon, a new invasion would start.
She was not fully aware of the details, but the Empire had started another war, this time against a place called "Green Hills" and the weird inhabitants that lived there. A few weeks ago, they had managed to deliver their first victory against them and were slowly but surely taking over the area.
This saddened her, that no matter the place or situation, the Empire would continue to unleash war on the innocent, why did they have to be so cruel?
She didn't know and no one ever answered her question. What she learned was that she was set to be reallocated to a new Labor Camo in their most recently taken zone.
She still held a sliver of hope that their situation would change, that someone, somehow, would appear and save them. Even now, her people were suffering, nothing had changed, well, that wasn't true, there was one thing…
Her brother or friends were not here to help her, she was alone in this Hell.
You were Metal Sonic, and you were almost amazed how easy this was. Almost.
Any task assigned to you would be simple enough, but this was kind of ridiculous.
As you walked through the screaming soldiers' bullets, you almost felt annoyed to know these fools had ever successfully taken you out. Granted, the best of the best of them did it, but still.
Someone, in a bid of desperation, tried to hit you from behind with a shovel. You easily caught it and looked at the cowering man, waving your finger at him before grabbing his throat.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
His brothers in arms didn't fare much better, really. They opened fire again and again, but you either dodged or took the hits but easily recovered.
Hmmph. Pathetic.
As you casually crushed another man's skull and set more walls ablaze with your sheer speed of movement, you heard something. You turned and were staring down the barrel of a tank.
"C-Cease this assault, foul demon! By the order of the Empire!" The man inside the tank ordered.
To you, it sounded like pitiful begging. With more blistering speed, you were suddenly behind the tank. The main inside screamed and tried desperately to maneuver it around to shoot at you, but it was too little, too late. You grabbed the tank, hoisting it over your head.
"No! No please! You can't, I h-have a family! I was J-Just following orders!" The man pleaded for his life.
Funny. So were you.
You promptly throw the tank full force into a wall, making the man sob right before the inevitable explosion, causing further fiery damage to this pitiful excuse for a stronghold.
As you proceed with your glorious march of destruction, you saw several people running away from you…Incorrect, after using a minuscule part of your processing power to focus on them, you were able to notice they were actually running away from this place, their clothes being different from the trash you had just dealt with.
No matter, if those wretches we're not standing in your way, even better for you.
As you finally arrived at the center of the camp, your sensors quickly noticed that a great concentration of soldiers were present, some of them shouting threats and stupid orders to you.
Oh, lucky, they have come all to one place. Perfect, he didn't need to waste more seconds hunting them down.
He gave himself 5 minutes to finish this up, 10 tops. As his engine came to life, giving him the propulsion needed to smash against this pitiful resistance, if he had a face, someone could tell that you would be smiling broadly.
Ahhh, how have he missed this.
He made sure to hold himself back a bit though, he still needed the place intact in order to complete his orders.
You were Doctor Eggman, and you were understandably annoyed.
You expected Metal to complete his mission flawlessly, but why did things like this tend to happen to you?!
Obviously the girl was one of the prisoners of those Camps belonging to the Empire, who managed to hide in the crate during Metal's test drive. Still, you couldn't help but be a tad annoyed that they didn't bother to check the crates before bringing them over, oh well.
"Metal, stop. Don't harm our unexpected guest…yet." You say with a stern tone to metal, who as you expected, was ready to neutralize this invader to your base. As you crossed your arms and stared at the young lady, who continued to look around scared and lost in her current position.
"Who ar-Where am I?" She asks terrified as she stares at all the people present in the room. You notice that when her gaze lands on Metal, and Orbot and Cubot, a spark of interest shows in her eyes, quickly smothered out by the gravity of her situation.
"I'm afraid I will be the one making the questions." You say in a definite tone as you take a step towards her, who quickly backs away towards the safety of the crate she was in. Ha! Like that would help her!
"I will ask two simple questions that will greatly determine what happens to you." You say as you continue to walk towards her, as your eyes meet hers. "First, who are you? Second, why shouldn't I get rid of you? If your answers don't satisfy me, Metal will deal with you as he dealt with those Empire fools." In the corner of your eye, you saw him brandish his claws, ready to act in your command.
The girl gulped, the gravity of the situation dawning upon her. She started breathing quickly, looking panicked at your ultimatum, before taking a deep breath and putting on a mask of calmness, that you clearly see, would break at the first impact.
"I…I was one of the Darcsen prisoners of the Empire." Obviously, you barely were able to hold in the snark that wanted to come from you, but you decided that would be tasteless. "You- why did you do this?"
"Ah, ah ah!" You wave one of your fingers in front of her. "That wasn't one of the questions." You said in a cheerful tone that just baaaareeely held a speck of annoyance for the girl not following your command. "If you wish to know…that Empire of yours has slighted me in ways that can't be easily amended, and I'm set to put them in their place, eventually." She stares for a moment, processing what you said. She opened her mouth to speak again, but…
"And I believe you didn't answer any of my questions."
A second later, Metal's claws grasp her neck and push her towards the container, keeping her in place and she starts choking.
"One more try. Why shouldn't I get rid of you?" You say as you tap your foot against the ground impatiently.
"I…can…help…you." The girl manages to say, white in Metal's grasp. Your curiosity picked, you snapped your finger, indicating Metal to let her go.
As she recovers her breath and holds her throat, she continues talking. "You…you are opposing the Empire right? I…can help you! I know enough about their weaponry and tactics…I…I'm an engineer too!"
"Ohhhh?" You ask with a tone of interest. "Would you help me so happily to teach that Empire their place? I wonder why?"
The girl looks unsure, herself, seemingly, not wanting to talk about this topic, but knowing better, she resumes her explanation.
"My…people, the Darcsen, they…for so long they have been oppressed by the Empire. This…this is the first time since we arrived here that someone opposed the Empire, please!" She looks at you, tears in her eyes starting to appear.
You couldn't help but scoff, not believing what the girl was spouting, what a waste of time! You were ready to tell Metal to finish this when…
"Maybe," She said quietly. "But it also needs kindness. You can have both. He did."
You still remember her words back in that place. They remind in the corners of your mind, incapable of uprooting them.
You refuse to believe the claims of a wooden girl who has not experienced the chaos of this world.
But perhaps…there could be even a spot of truth in them? As much as you hated to admit it, the hypothesis never worked if never tested.
"What's your name girl?"
The girl looks at you, with equal fear and hope. "Isara…Isara Gunther." She says with a tone filled with determination, contrary to her previous showing.
"Very well, Miss Gunther, welcome to the team, hope your services are actually useful."
Results: Rescued and forcefully recruited Isara Gunther! Gained a bit of insight into the current situation of the Empire.
Isara Gunther:
Power: 17 (At such young age, young Isara seems to have gone throught the basic of military training, if her skills with handling guns and tanks is anything to go by.)
Heart: 25(You haven't seen such a charming individual like her in a long time. It reminds you of Sonic and his group of friend, uggh. How disgusting)
Logistics: 28 (For such a young child, if so surprise me the level of skill she possesses to plan and organize projects, thought of course it doesn't come anywhere near ny level.)
Brains: 26 (I almost scoffed when she informed me she was a professional Engineer. But she quickly proved she had the appropriate credentials. Uh, this level of skill reminds me of young Prower.)
Trickery: 9(At the end, Isara is just another foolish person that seems to trust people at their word. Such a young mind full of potential, but so malleable.)
Mystic: 3(While she may be knowledge of the legends of her homeland, her lack of experience with the supernatural is clear)
Loyaty: 20(Rescued her from that place.)
Traits:
Darcsen Heart: Apparently in her world, there are a race of people called Darcsen that suffer heavily of indiscrimination. The Empiee being the main source of this. How disappointing. Everyone knows it's better to hate everyone equally!
(Isara is mainly against the Empire and while she is okey with actions that opposes it, doing actions that hurt innocent people or if sheer cruelty (and that target Darcsen), will quickly reduce her loyalty to Eggman.
Mechanical Valkyrie: +20 to all Engineering related rolls.
Tank-proficient: +15 bonus to combat rolls when Isara is fighting from a tank or a similar vehicle.
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