Hmm, so since it's mostly Sega games would this include any of the total war series, although they'll probably be minor factions to conquer now.
I don't think so there are limits what can be included and they will be even more easy to conquer since they wholly outdated technology. So I don't see how they would be able to thrive or even exist in this verse, remember it's a Sega villain victorious world and the total war games don't exactly have what we consider video game villains on it except for Warhammer games but Chaos would steam roll everybody else since nobody would have any idea how to deal with them or even be aware of they existence until it's too late
Also here's another Omake:
Excerpt from the diary of Corporal Markus Brandt
Morning - Orders and Rumors
It's been weeks since the the Shattering took Gallia and everything else we called familiar and scattered it into something unrecognizable. Command still sends us out like clockwork, clinging to the old mission: secure territory, impose order, and claim resources for the Empire. But out here, in this fractured land, it's becoming harder to see the point.
Today, we were ordered to investigate a nearby village that reportedly had a heavy presence of "mechanized hostiles." We've encountered the machines before, Badniks, as the locals call them, mindless drones that seem to exist only to capture and enslave.
The strangest part of the report, however, wasn't the machines. It was the rumor that the Black Arms, those alien creatures who've terrorized the northern Gallia, were also involved. I don't know if that's better or worse than fighting people like ourselves.
We're soldiers of the Empire, conquerors by design, but it's hard not to notice how often we've been fighting monsters and robots instead of men lately.
Noon - The Village
When we arrived, the village was a ghost town. Empty streets, burned-out buildings, and an eerie silence that settled over us like a fog. It didn't take long to find the enemy.
Badniks patrolled the streets, dragging small, caged figures toward the village square. At first, I thought they were animals. Then I saw one stand upright, clutching at the bars of its cage, its wide eyes filled with desperation.
They weren't animals, they were people. Not human, but people nonetheless. They looked like walking versions of the foxes, rabbits, and cats you'd find back home, but they were intelligent and wearing clothes. Their fear was unmistakable.
I froze, rifle halfway raised. What were these creatures? Were they allies? Resistance fighters? Prisoners of war? Before I could decide, the machines spotted us.
Afternoon - Liberation
The battle was chaotic. Badniks swarmed from every direction, their mechanical limbs clanking as they closed in. My squad moved as we were trained, covering each other and targeting the machines' weak points. Explosions tore through the square, sending shards of metal flying.
It wasn't an easy fight. These machines were faster and smarter than your common soldier. Still, we prevailed, clearing the streets one building at a time.
When the last Badnik fell, the Mobians - yes, that's what they called themselves - emerged cautiously from hiding. A young rabbit holding the hand of an older, fox-like creature was the first to approach. Her voice was small but steady.
"Are you here to take us too?"
I didn't know how to respond. For a moment, I felt the weight of what we represented. Soldiers of an empire that came to Gallia as conquerors, now standing as liberators in a village far removed from anything resembling home.
"No," I said finally. "We're here to help."
Late Afternoon - The Warehouse
The villagers spoke of a large warehouse on the edge of town, where the Badniks had been taking prisoners. They begged us to investigate, their voices trembling with urgency.
When we reached the warehouse, my stomach turned. Cages in shaped of capsules lined the walls, but these weren't holding mobians. They contained glowing, ethereal creatures I'd never seen before. At first glance, I thought they were Black Arms.
The creatures, small and shimmering with vibrant colors blue, yellow, pink and green floated weakly inside their enclosures. Their glowing eyes were filled with exhaustion, and their tiny bodies flickered like dying embers.
"They're wisps," one of the Mobians explained, a squirrel with a bandaged arm. "Some badniks use them as fuel for their machines. They're alive, but… Eggman doesn't care about that."
Eggman. The name keeps coming up in these stories, like a ghost haunting this fractured world. A tyrant who enslaves everything in his path, machine or flesh. According to rumors invasion attempt in Gallia done soon after the Shattering by this same machines were done in the name of one Doctor Eggman.
A ridiculous name but one these mobians fear like he was the Devil.
The sergeant order us to open these strange cages. At first, my squad hesitated wisps or not, these creatures looked alien, otherworldly. But as the cages broke open and the Wisps floated free, I realized they weren't dangerous. In fact, they seemed relieved.
The Wisps hovered around us, their chirping sounds soft and almost musical. One, a bright yellow Wisp, circled me as if thanking me. It was surreal, watching these glowing beings float into the air, free for the first time in who knows how long.
Evening - Reflection
The mobians held a small gathering that night, a quiet celebration of their freedom. My squad sat among them, eating strange fruits and listening to their stories.
The irony of it all isn't lost on me. We were sent here as conquerors, soldiers of an empire that sought to bend Gallia, and now this shattered world, to its will. Yet these people, these mobians, see us as liberators.
Are we?
I don't know anymore. The lines between conqueror and savior blur more with every step we take in this new land. We saved this village, freed these people, and released the Wisps from their torment, But how long can this last?
The Empire's mission hasn't changed, even if our circumstances have. Would they feel the same gratitude when the Empire come back to they village not as saviors but as conquerors?
As I sit here writing, a blue Wisp hovers nearby, its soft glow illuminating these pages. Its presence is comforting in a way I can't explain. For the first time since the Shattering, I feel like we've done something truly good.
Tomorrow, we'll move on to the next mission but tonight, I'll hold onto this moment. The gratitude in the mobians' eyes and the freedom we gave the Wisps will be something I will cherish for the rest of my life.
Obs: No that fox and rabbit were not Tails and Cream. Anyway sure the Empire is conquering villages but some squads would no doubt come up in this type of situation where they are the liberators so they probably would feel real uncorfotable about it.