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@Kingster about the omake bounty
THOSE LEFT BEHIND.
Those Left Behind
Jewel sat at her office, staring out into pictures of the chaos that was once Green Hill in her computer. The tranquil, rolling plains and checkered cliffs she had known all her life had turned into a twisted battleground where danger lurked at every turn. The Restoration, a peaceful organization formed to rebuild, was now back in survival mode—much like the Resistance had been in the dark days of the war.
She had inherited this responsibility when Amy Rose had vanished, leaving Jewel to step up as the leader of the Restoration. Jewel's hands shook slightly as she glanced at the reports in front of her: the Deadly Six held most of Green Hill under their iron grip, the revived Black Arms were spreading like a dark plague up north, and this Empire—this foreign force from another world—was now moving into Zeti-controlled territories in the west, throwing everything into turmoil.
"Jewel!" Tangle announce barging in her office, her voice bright, but her eyes serious. "We've got a distress signal. It's coming from an old outpost up north. Survivors are holed up there, but the Black Arms are closing in fast."
Jewel's heart tightened. The Restoration's goal had always been to protect and rebuild, to help those left in the wake of destruction. Yet here she was, facing enemies who seemed to thrive on causing more harm than she had ever imagined possible. The Zeti, the Black Arms, the Empire—they were all so different yet equally ruthless. The Restoration wasn't equipped to handle this scale of warfare, but Jewel couldn't turn her back on those in need.
"We can't let them be overrun," Jewel said, more to herself than anyone else. She looked at Tangle. "Get a team together. And be careful—the Black Arms have somehow returned stronger. We can't underestimate them."
Tangle nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "Got it!. We'll get them out of there, Jewel. Promise."
Jewel managed a small, grateful smile. She trusted Tangle with her life, and even more than that, she trusted Tangle's heart. In a world that felt darker every day, Tangle's optimism was a light that kept her going.
As Tangle dashed off, Jewel turned back to the map on her desk, studying the fractured landscape of what had once been their home. The Restoration was spread thin across territories—trying to pull innocents out of crossfires, rescue villages, and get supplies to those who were hanging on by a thread. Jewel knew they couldn't keep this up forever. Not with the Deadly Six patrolling Green Hill, not with the Black Arms swarming over every piece of land they conquered into the north, and not with this Empire from another dimension encroaching on the west.
A small voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Lanolin, looking hesitant but resolute.
"Jewel," Lanolin said, stepping forward, "I know it feels like we're barely holding on, but we're making a difference. People are still alive because of the Restoration. And even if it feels like we're back in the war, we can still get through this. We've done it before."
Jewel felt a spark of hope at Lanolin's words. "Thank you, Lanolin. I know we're all tired, but we have to keep going." She steadied herself, gathering her courage. "If the Resistente could survive Doctor Eggman, then maybe... maybe we can get through this too."
Lanolin nodded, her gaze steady. "And we're with you, Jewel. Every step of the way."
Jewel watched her leave and closing the door behind her, feeling a swell of gratitude and strength. The Restoration wasn't equipped for battle like the old Resistance, but they had something both share: heart. They had each other, and they had the will to protect what remained of their world.
The "Shattering" might have thrown them into a new and dangerous reality, but Jewel knew one thing for certain: as long as the Restoration stood, they would never give up.
They would restore the world back as it was piece by piece, after all it was always they job.