Your Dictator, My Savior
"Damn it Whisper, disappearing on us like that," Bunnie grumbles to herself as she walks along the outskirts of Eggman territory. "Scouting is your thing, not mine! Now I have to stumble around all night and- wait, stop!" Ahead of her she can see buildings bathed in light. Taking her bag off, she rummages around and grabs her binoculars. Using them she can get a better idea of what types of buildings they might be so she can inform the Restoration.
What she sees though is not anything like she expected. She thought it would be a factory, a turret emplacement, or even a mining outpost. What she sees is… wooden houses? This does not fit Eggman's aesthetic. He's more the type to burn wooden houses. But wait, there's some movement in the town. Focusing her binoculars further, she can see a group of humans gathering together! They are dark haired with strange clothes. Wait, are these Darcsens? Did he raid the Empire? Eggman must be up to something. But as much as she'd love to go in destroying robots, she can't, she has been ordered to come here to gather information.
… Maybe she could rescue some. Surely they'd have good info, and she'd be doing a good deed.
She dashes to the village. It's not long before she makes it to one of the buildings. Walking close to the wall, she is greeted by a man smoking some sort of bitter smelling herb.
"Hey, sir. Are you okay?"
The man calmly turns around. His features are young, but somehow his eyes seem disconcertingly old. "Some kind of rabbit? Are you one of those mobians I heard about?"
"Yeah, my name is Bunnie and I'm with the Restoration. Don't you know you're in Eggman territory? Is he keeping you trapped here?"
"Trapped?" The man turns around and surveys the village, likely looking to make sure no robot is there to hear him speak. He turns back and gives her an incredulous look. "What are you talking about? I've never been more free."
Bunnie almost chokes hearing that. "W-what!? Free? A life under Eggman is not free! It's a life of oppression and suffering! Come with me to the Restoration, we can help you, you don't need to work under Eggman."
The man sighs. "It's getting dark, how about we step into my house where it's better lit so we can talk," he says before walking to his front door. Although a bit reticent, Bonnie follows close behind. As she enters into the house, she sees a woman about his age with those same old eyes. She's far along in her pregnancy, moving slowly as she two plates of food on a table before turning her attention to Bunnie.
"I'm sorry, I only made enough for me and my husband, I wasn't expecting a visitor. Feel free to sit down though."
"Oh, no, it's fine. I didn't expect to be visiting," Bunnie laughs awkwardly, grabbing a chair as the other two do the same.
"So, dear, who is this?" she asks her husband.
"Her name is Bunnie and she's with the Restoration. Said she's here to free us," he says, taking a bite out of his food. There is no excitement or worry in his voice, he talks about it like a man would talk about the weather.
The woman laughs, like he just told some kind of joke. "Free us? Why would we need freeing? We're fine right here."
Bunnie can't help but get a bit upset with her laughter. "Look, I'm just trying to help! I don't know what Eggman did to convince you that you're safe under him, but he's a monster! You can-"
The sound of a fist hitting the table interrupts her. Now his attention is on her, eyes burning into her, causing Bunnie to shrink on on herself.
"Ma'am, I can understand that maybe you don't see eye to eye with him, but I will not let you call him a monster. I was trying to be polite, but as the mayor of this town I think I speak for everyone when I say this. We don't need your help."
Bunnie turns away from the glaring man to look toward the woman, but she's met with an equally intense glare. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Just, my people have been lied to by Eggman many times. He has hurt a lot of us."
The man's fist unclenches and the anger in his eyes ease, although there's still a pronounced frown on his face. "I suppose that arm and those legs are mobian tech?"
Taking a look down, she gazes down at her robotic limbs. "Not exactly... These were made by Eggman."
"So you got your limbs back because of him? Thanks to his knowledge? Maybe you should be grateful."
Hearing this, Bunnie slams a hand against the table and shouts, "I hate them! It's a constant painful reminder, and I never wanted them in the f-!"
"No one ever wants to lose a limb!" he shouts her back down. "But isn't it easier to have limbs? Because if you don't want them, I have some friends who'd gladly take them if you're offering! Could the Restoration do that?" he's now standing up from the table, towering over her.
Although aware she could probably beat him in a fight, his intense anger leaves her stumbling over her words. "I-I don't mean… I had to get roboticized because of an Eggman attack. I lost these limbs because of him."
He scans her face with his eyes, checking for any sign of duplicity. Then he sits back down and sighs. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. As I said, I have some friends who have lost their limbs in terrible ways. Rock slides, infections, punishments from the Empire. It truly is terrible."
"Then… why don't you and your fellow Darcsens join us? Eggman is capable of terrible things."
"Look, Bunnie, if you're telling the truth I can empathize with your pain, but you have to understand that as the mayor it is my duty to give my people a better life. Maybe he did do some terrible things to you. But he has been kind to us. Look,"
The man begins to unbutton his shirt, and the sight underneath makes Bunnie want to look away. Long scars are along his chest, and there is very little fat or muscle. Like he has been starved for a long while. "This is what life in the Empire did to me. Working day in, day out with hardly enough to eat. I can't count how many times I thought I would die, working myself half to death. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that I had to be there for my wife."
The story written on his body makes her want to throw up. How could the Empire do something like this, just because some group had black hair? "I'm… so sorry."
"When I heard I had a child, I was terrified. Growing up in the empire, at best they'd live a life of hard labor… at worst, they'd be hunted for sport for some noble with more money than morals. Then, when I heard over a radio that there was a place willing to take us I knew that if I cared about my family we had to leave."
Images flash through Bunnie's head. Of her with a child. Of the child being forced into slavery by uncaring soldiers. If she knew that such a life would await her child, she'd rather not even try for a family. Tears start to stream from her eyes. "I'm so sorry… none of you deserved to go through that."
"And thanks to Eggman, we won't have to. Do you see why we don't want to leave? He was the first person to ever offer us a good life. I'm no longer a slave. These days all I need to do is construct houses and farm so that me and my fellow Darcsen's will have enough to eat, and I have never been happier. Some have joined Eggman in making robots, but I think I'll take it easy. These fields are beautiful, and everyone has to eat, so I'm still doing something worthwhile."
Living farmers? That just doesn't sound like Eggman. That reminds Bonnie, she has not seen any machines on her way here. "Why are there no machines here though? It's strange for Eggman not to have an entire industry set up."
"He said that he has more important things to use his robots for. He said we're pulling 'double duty' in defending his territory without stretching his forces too thin. Kind of strange, he hasn't given us weapons. He assured us though that we shouldn't get attacked," he says, putting his shirt back on and thankfully hiding the scars.
That made Bunnie pause as the pieces in her brain connect. "Sir, I think he's using you as a shield against the Restoration."
"Are you planning to attack us…?"
"No, we wouldn't attack the Darcsens, we're a peaceful people."
"Than why should we care? I'm fine with being used as a shield against something that won't even attack me," he says, returning to focusing on his food.
"Sir, please, you're putting the Restoration in a tight spot! We don't want you to get caught in the crossfire. Join us, we have plenty of shelter and food."
"Miss, if you wanted to help us you should have a long time ago. We've already been saved."
"We were busy dealing with the Black Arms and Zavok, our hands were tied! I'm sorry we couldn't help you then, but we can help you now."
"Eggman only had a small patch of land and was surrounded by enemies on all sides. You were only near the zeti from what I understand, and you had GUN as your ally. You know what inspired hope in us to leave? A simple message, saying that Eggman's territory will accept us, letting us know there is a place that's safe for us. That was the least you could do, but you didn't even do that. I hear that there might even be plans for an underground railroad to help more of us escape from that place."
The man drops his fork and wipes his face with a napkin. "Now, if you are truly the peaceful people you say you are, you will leave me and my people alone. Our savior emphasized that he wanted the Restoration to see what he has made, so I've been lenient with you. Next time we find you, we will report you."
Sensing that the conversation is over, Bunnie gets up, head low. "I'm sorry we couldn't help you two. I'll tell Restoration this. But understand, if you ever feel unsafe here and you change your mind, Restoration will be open to the Darcsens."
With that, she makes her way back to tell her superiors of what she has learned.