With your battle complete, and your injuries sort of patched up, you're finally free to catch your breath... at least until the terminal flares to life again. Your brief conversation with the person on the other end may have left you with more questions than answers, but they are true to their world. Next to the terminal, a glowing golden portal suddenly appears - blinding in its light and large enough for only a couple of you to enter at a time. Regardless, it remains open, showcasing a strange, warehouse-looking building on the other side, with a long hallway and several closed doors. It's not entirely clear where this new location will be, but at least it doesn't seem to have spider robots or be out in space.
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I've got everything ready on my end.
I'll explain everything to you once you're here.
No more secrets, I promise.
Please watch your step, and make sure everyone comes along!
Staying behind is not an option. Whether you trust the person on the other end of the terminal or not, it seems this is your only path forward. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and step through the portal.
THE BASE
The light begins to clear as the last of you enter the portal and come out unharmed on the other side. You'll notice immediately that the portal displayed the exact place you've ended up - a fairly run-down warehouse, with you all standing in a hallway that extends in front of you, lined with doors that are shut. Before you go wandering off, you might want to turn around - after all, you can hear the whirring of machinery behind you.
You'll find that there's another set of doors there - one that is closed and another that leads into a larger room that seems to be a makeshift lab and control room all rolled into one. There are monitors carefully (but a bit haphazardly) strewn across the room, the wiring capably done but rather unprofessional. One of the screens shows a diagram of a gemstone, another shows a list of coordinates that don't make any sense, a third seems to be showing security cameras... basically exactly what you'd expect for someone's base of operations.
And that base of operations is staffed by... well, you'll have to look down, as he's not exactly human height.
Standing before you is someone unfamiliar to all of you. He's not very tall, but he stands out from the crowd with his yellow fur, bright blue eyes, and twin tails. He's an anthropomorphic fox and he's looking at you all a bit nervously, waving a hand in greeting.
"Um, hi." He says. "I'm really sorry about the confusion. And the robots. And your missing memories. And your injuries. I really didn't expect things to turn out like this..." He trails off nervously, scratching his cheek before forcing a smile again. "But thank you so much for agreeing to help us. My name is Tails. I'm one of the members of the resistance.
"There are medical supplies here, for you guys to use. I'm sorry, I'm not a medic..." Sure enough, you have access to quite a few medical supplies present in this room! Go right ahead and patch up your friends with the good stuff. You've even got painkillers here!
He clears his throat and continues. "Like I said, no more secrets. I couldn't tell you everything while you were in that other world, because I was afraid of my transmissions being picked up by the Doctor. You guys are the only hope for this world, because the three of us can't beat him alone. So we had to turn to help elsewhere.
"Doctor Robotnik - or Eggman, as we call him - is a genius scientist. He's made a lot of robots and gadgets, but that's not the reason why we need your help. He's got an item of immense power - the Master Emerald. With it, anything he thinks and desires can become reality. He made a giant robot from pieces of cars, trucks, trains, you name it! And that giant robot alone is enough to pose a huge threat to the city, but he didn't stop there.
"The entire world is controlled by him. He even controls the minds of all the people native to this world. They can't fight against him. They act like mindless drones, going about their daily tasks with no way to fight back. And he's created a lot of robots - they might even outnumber the people, at this point! Everything and everyone is under his control."
A brief pause as Tails breathes and steadies himself. "But my friends and I are able to fight back. We have to fight back. And you guys agreed to help us. I'm sorry that you don't remember it, but my friend Sonic spoke with each one of you. He told you about what's going on here and he asked for your help. And all of you said you'd come help us.
"I'll do my best to answer any questions you have. But right now, I'm the only one here. I lost contact with Knuckles at the start of this week, and I've been trying to figure out what happened. Sonic's been trying to find help in other worlds, so communication with him has been spotty. But I'll let him know that you guys are here now, so he should return soon!"
Tails exhales and forces a smile. "Together, we can defeat Eggman."
THE AFTERMATH
Though it's a lot of information to take in, Tails will happily answer any questions you all may have. He tells you that this warehouse is their base of operations, hidden right under the nose of Eggman's forces. Unfortunately, they need to be very careful because robots are always on patrol - and are specifically looking for the three of them. For now, it's best for you all to remain near the warehouse and travel in pairs, if you do go out into the city for any reason.
You'll find that those closed doors lead to rooms that have been set up for all of you. They're a little lacking, with only two beds, two desks and chairs, and two trunks for you to store your belongings in. Though you do have some changes of clothes in the closets, the designs may not be to your liking. They were picked out for you by three animals who only wear shoes and gloves, so...
Get ready, because it looks like you've a lot of work ahead of you.
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["The entire world is controlled by him. He even controls the minds of all the people native to this world. They can't fight against him. They act like mindless drones, going about their daily tasks with no way to fight back. And he's created a lot of robots - they might even outnumber the people, at this point! Everything and everyone is under his control."]
[If Viktor looked incredibly sick, it was probably everyone's imagination.]
Is that why- [He cut himself off, either because the metallic reverberation was stronger than usual or because he almost said something he did not want to in front of everyone.]
[Luckily, Bailey isn't doing too bad. They do feel a bit of guilt that they couldn't be more useful in the fight, but... probably for the best they stayed out of it instead of making more work for the poor bastards like Wolfwood.
Still, they're not going to dwell on that when there's bigger things to deal with.]
This Eggman guy... is he going to be able to track us back to this place?
[Oh. No wonder he got the feeling he was talking to a child.
Tails may be an alien, but it's clear he's a kid. Lucifer isn't so great with children, so it's obvious he's at a loss. But he's not as rude as he would be under normal circumstances.]
[Being as tall as he is, Vakama stays with his back to the wall to try and not get in anyone else's way as Tails tries to fill in the gaps. His head still aches horribly, battered and pained from the fight. But it can wait.]
Could you explain a little more about what happened the first time? How did he get this sort of control in the first place?
[Dorothy makes herself scarce as soon as the explanation is over.
Something about all of this is hitting her in ways she'd been barely equipped to deal with beforehand. She couldn't deal with it in her own world, so she'd been forced to learn how to hide, how to pick them off one by one. She had hope that this world would be different, that this world would be brighter perhaps. But this is...
Dorothy winds up picking a room, shutting the door behind her, and screaming into the nearest pillow that she can with all of the pent up fear and disgust and anger that's been built up over a long, long century.
She's not taking this well at all.
It's later that Dorothy steps out to explore, both inside the base and outside of it very slightly. Never straying more than a little ways from the entrance, and more than anything, going right back into her role of keeping track of things. Of robot routes. Of supplies. Of anything, anything to feel useful right now.
She's not gonna be talkative, seeming more...honestly, catatonic than anything. But Dorothy is here for a mission.
[Anyway Rio's going to go check out the medical supplies, taking inventory and organizing everything so they're all easy to find. If anyone with injuries comes her way, she'll stop what she's doing with a smile.]
Would you like any help with that?
[She isn't all that perturbed by wounds, she can help tend to people's injuries.]
[ He may have some burns from the explosion that he just hasn't really sought medical assistance for yet, but when Rio approaches him in the midst of assessing the damage – mostly on his forearms – he looks a little sheepish. ]
I...yeah, sure. If you wouldn't mind? Sorry, Rio, I know it's kinda...
[ It's unpleasant, he thinks, not knowing her tolerance for this kind of thing. ]
[As soon as he was satisfied that everyone arrived in one piece, Viktor retreated about as quickly as he could retreat with an injury to his side and ache in his leg, finding a room and sitting at the desk. The Hexclaw retreated, staff set aside...]
[...and then he just put his face in his hands and tried not to scream. Emotions--bright, sharp, without the dulling of the Hexcore--collided sharply and caused his breath to come too quickly in that overheating fan whirring again. Adrenaline fading to shock and panic, sheer unmitigated horror at the wider circumstances, and a burning fury at himself for all of it.]
[He even controls the minds of all the people native to this world. They can't fight against him. They act like mindless drones, going about their daily tasks with no way to fight back.]
[It was his fault. His fault everyone had been so badly injured, his fault Zaun and Piltover were a scarred ruin of porcelain corpses, his fault he had again and again and again hurt the one person who had only ever given a damn about him and his own godsdamned fault Viktor was left with nowhere and nothing else.]
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[He brought a fist down hard on the desk in frustration that boiled over hearing the metal in his own voice, hand leaving a dent in the wood. You should have let me jump. I wish you had never brought me back. You should have shot twice. You should have killed me before I hurt anyone else, before some fool decided I could save the world. They would be safer with you here, not me.]
[Raven should probably be having a real one like some of the others are, but honestly? He's doing pretty good, all things considered. Still in a lot of pain from his injury, but hey, he's still kickin' somehow.
He's been transferred to one of the rooms and is just vibing in bed there until he feels good enough to get up and move around. It might be a bit, so he's in a prime position to be accosted if need be. Or if anyone wants to chat with him, there's that too. He could probably use the company. It's boring being stuck in bed, woe is him, etc.]
[Well! After getting the downlow, Jasper is Tired and probably needs a fucking nap, but he should check a few things out first... he's going to find a room and look through the clothing options and kind of. scowl as he goes through them.]
...I suppose I can forgive them for their choices, all things considered, but this looks like they asked Hendrik to dress us...
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oh there's privacy alright cool time to have his blissfully private angst shower that won't be interrupted by some weirdo with a hole in his head. it's actually nice and warm so he can enjoy himself even if the water hitting the burn wound stings a little...]
[The thing about Shin is that he's apparently really good at being quiet when moving around, even when he's wearing a pair of hard-soled military boots. And part of this also applies when he opens the door, so the noise is minimal outside of the hinges squeaking slightly. He peers in.]
...Am I interrupting something?
[Despite the question, his voice lacks any sort of actual consideration or contrition and instead comes off as rather flat, like he's only doing it out of obligation. He's just exercising the bare minimum in courtesy, after all.]
[If you happened to be wondering where Jinx was while the rest of you were throwing down, the distant sounds of explosions may have been a clue. Jinx strolling up to meet yall with tips of her hair still smouldering probably cemented it.
The explanation is... a lot to absorb at once. The fate of the worlds and whatnot, with little furry creature fighting an egg? She needs to stew on this a bit.
The lab is interesting enough. She'll have to dig through some of those more interesting parts later. Now? She's found a spot to lay down and blankly stare up into the ceiling.
We inhabit these cells, these identities, and call them "us." I thought I could break free by eliminating those I deemed my jailors. But... Jinx... I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away.
Maybe the cycles never end... they just change.]
What's one more war. [She mutters, mindlessly kicking one foot to an exhausted beat.]
[ Oh, Void Archives sure has some thoughts on the matter - though, they have decided to do what they do best, and that is mull over them away from most people. That is not to say that they're not out and about, because that's where they're spending their time - such that they're able to catch sight of Jinx with ease.
That being said, the comment gets a slight raise of the brow. ]
[ Ashley somehow wasn't expecting all of this to lead to Chicago. After they've all gotten the lowdown on what's going on, and after she's had her own private conversation with Tails, Ashley finds herself wandering about the rooms, taking a look at what the accommodations are like...
And actively looking for Percy.
She's got her washed clothes tucked under her arms, just kind of wandering. ...At least Dorothy can't vague her if she's just wandering around the base. ]
[ Percy is freshly showered, in a very...funny shirt and black shorts – a change of clothes for the rest of the evening. He's wandered out to get a glass of water, and he's in the middle of retiring back to his room before he sees...
Ashley? Hang on. She's still here? Wasn't she going to leave? (Not that he's complaining.) He's just sort of staring at her with a surprised expression on his face. Then, Percy realizes he's kind of just staring, so. ]
[Even though the battle itself is over, Oscar is restless, on edge in a way that he hasn't been since a certain fateful day in Garancia years ago when his entire world came crashing down around him. The situations really aren't comparable - after all, no one died today, as close as things may have come - yet the images in his mind bubble up regardless of his best efforts to try to push them back down, lock them back up where they belong.
He wants a drink. He wants several drinks, wants to drink until he passes out even knowing well that won't make the memories disappear. But that isn't an option here, so instead he opts to try to distract himself by starting up a patrol around the warehouse just so that he can feel like he's doing something, anything to be useful, because he sure wasn't earlier--
His side, still untreated after the laser struck him during the battle, burns with each breath, and he welcomes the pain as a reminder of just how badly he'd screwed all of this up. He's a soldier. He should have taken charge, told the others who didn't know how to fight to stay back... but no, he'd left all the responsibility to someone else and just sat back and waited for his orders like a good dog.
So, in the end, that really is all that he's good for after all...
A sudden sharp twinge of pain from the wound prompts a hiss of indrawn breath, and his first mistake is thinking that he's alone when he pauses to lean heavily against the wall, closing his eyes in an attempt to make everything stop spinning quite so much.]
[ On the one hand, Skylark should count himself lucky he wasn't harmed during the battle; on the other hand, he is not in the best of moods, though it could be worse. It's why he decided to focus on picking a room and try to get himself at least somewhat settled so he can figure out what to do henceforth.
It's by coincidence that he happens to be there when Oscar leans against the wall. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately, from Oscar's point of view), he is well-versed in injuries, and he likes to think that he's at least somewhat experienced in handling more troublesome patients (if he isn't then what the hell was the stuff he put up with for?). Which is why he approaches though he doesn't make any other moves. ]
Follow me, please.
[ No, Lark is not going to let Oscar say "no". The only option he's getting is how much of a fuss gets kicked up over this. ]
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[If Viktor looked incredibly sick, it was probably everyone's imagination.]
Is that why- [He cut himself off, either because the metallic reverberation was stronger than usual or because he almost said something he did not want to in front of everyone.]
-...N...never mind.
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Still, they're not going to dwell on that when there's bigger things to deal with.]
This Eggman guy... is he going to be able to track us back to this place?
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Tails may be an alien, but it's clear he's a kid. Lucifer isn't so great with children, so it's obvious he's at a loss. But he's not as rude as he would be under normal circumstances.]
How did the three of you escape?
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[Here's Raven, the particularly beat-up guy. He's probably still in Michael's arms until he's relocated.]
Nice ta meetcha in person, Tails.
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If everyone is controlled why is you and your friends not controlled?
[It's not that Ed suspects something is off here, but also it's interesting some escaped being controlled]
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How did you escape his control?
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... Say we defeat Eggman. Then what happens?
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Jinx unconsciously crouches down to get closer to Tails level.]
...So, uh, you've been running round here all by your lonesome, huh?
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Could you explain a little more about what happened the first time? How did he get this sort of control in the first place?
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he'd probably be harsher if this was a human child but he's a little guy. it's fine.]
...So the mechanical creatures were probably him, then, were they not...
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Was his name Robotnik before he made all of the robots?
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Are.... Are the shards in our hands parts of the chaos emeralds?
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He approaches Tails and gives him a smile. ]
Hey, little guy. It's Percy. You still got time to hang out in between all the world-saving stuff?
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Something about all of this is hitting her in ways she'd been barely equipped to deal with beforehand. She couldn't deal with it in her own world, so she'd been forced to learn how to hide, how to pick them off one by one. She had hope that this world would be different, that this world would be brighter perhaps. But this is...
Dorothy winds up picking a room, shutting the door behind her, and screaming into the nearest pillow that she can with all of the pent up fear and disgust and anger that's been built up over a long, long century.
She's not taking this well at all.
It's later that Dorothy steps out to explore, both inside the base and outside of it very slightly. Never straying more than a little ways from the entrance, and more than anything, going right back into her role of keeping track of things. Of robot routes. Of supplies. Of anything, anything to feel useful right now.
She's not gonna be talkative, seeming more...honestly, catatonic than anything. But Dorothy is here for a mission.
...She's clinging to the mission for dear life.]
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Are you planning on keeping track of all the supplies here as well?
[At least this kitchen is really well-stocked? Damn. Tails made sure there was enough for all of us!!]
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Would you like any help with that?
[She isn't all that perturbed by wounds, she can help tend to people's injuries.]
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I...yeah, sure. If you wouldn't mind? Sorry, Rio, I know it's kinda...
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[...and then he just put his face in his hands and tried not to scream. Emotions--bright, sharp, without the dulling of the Hexcore--collided sharply and caused his breath to come too quickly in that overheating fan whirring again. Adrenaline fading to shock and panic, sheer unmitigated horror at the wider circumstances, and a burning fury at himself for all of it.]
[He even controls the minds of all the people native to this world. They can't fight against him. They act like mindless drones, going about their daily tasks with no way to fight back.]
[It was his fault. His fault everyone had been so badly injured, his fault Zaun and Piltover were a scarred ruin of porcelain corpses, his fault he had again and again and again hurt the one person who had only ever given a damn about him and his own godsdamned fault Viktor was left with nowhere and nothing else.]
To je píčovina, ty jseš vůl-!
[He brought a fist down hard on the desk in frustration that boiled over hearing the metal in his own voice, hand leaving a dent in the wood. You should have let me jump. I wish you had never brought me back. You should have shot twice. You should have killed me before I hurt anyone else, before some fool decided I could save the world. They would be safer with you here, not me.]
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He's been transferred to one of the rooms and is just vibing in bed there until he feels good enough to get up and move around. It might be a bit, so he's in a prime position to be accosted if need be. Or if anyone wants to chat with him, there's that too. He could probably use the company. It's boring being stuck in bed, woe is him, etc.]
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...I suppose I can forgive them for their choices, all things considered, but this looks like they asked Hendrik to dress us...
[...he kind of... freezes after letting the name slip through his mouth.
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oh there's privacy alright cool time to have his blissfully private angst shower that won't be interrupted by some weirdo with a hole in his head. it's actually nice and warm so he can enjoy himself even if the water hitting the burn wound stings a little...]
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The explanation is... a lot to absorb at once. The fate of the worlds and whatnot, with little furry creature fighting an egg? She needs to stew on this a bit.
The lab is interesting enough. She'll have to dig through some of those more interesting parts later. Now? She's found a spot to lay down and blankly stare up into the ceiling.
Maybe the cycles never end... they just change.]
What's one more war. [She mutters, mindlessly kicking one foot to an exhausted beat.]
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That being said, the comment gets a slight raise of the brow. ]
How many wars have you been a part of, exactly?
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do not perceive this 🫥 if you are not coco
And actively looking for Percy.
She's got her washed clothes tucked under her arms, just kind of wandering. ...At least Dorothy can't vague her if she's just wandering around the base. ]
YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS!!! GET OUT!!!
Ashley? Hang on. She's still here? Wasn't she going to leave? (Not that he's complaining.) He's just sort of staring at her with a surprised expression on his face. Then, Percy realizes he's kind of just staring, so. ]
O-oh, hey! You're still here!
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for Skylark, cw: mentions of alcoholism
He wants a drink. He wants several drinks, wants to drink until he passes out even knowing well that won't make the memories disappear. But that isn't an option here, so instead he opts to try to distract himself by starting up a patrol around the warehouse just so that he can feel like he's doing something, anything to be useful, because he sure wasn't earlier--
His side, still untreated after the laser struck him during the battle, burns with each breath, and he welcomes the pain as a reminder of just how badly he'd screwed all of this up. He's a soldier. He should have taken charge, told the others who didn't know how to fight to stay back... but no, he'd left all the responsibility to someone else and just sat back and waited for his orders like a good dog.
So, in the end, that really is all that he's good for after all...
A sudden sharp twinge of pain from the wound prompts a hiss of indrawn breath, and his first mistake is thinking that he's alone when he pauses to lean heavily against the wall, closing his eyes in an attempt to make everything stop spinning quite so much.]
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It's by coincidence that he happens to be there when Oscar leans against the wall. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately, from Oscar's point of view), he is well-versed in injuries, and he likes to think that he's at least somewhat experienced in handling more troublesome patients (if he isn't then what the hell was the stuff he put up with for?). Which is why he approaches though he doesn't make any other moves. ]
Follow me, please.
[ No, Lark is not going to let Oscar say "no". The only option he's getting is how much of a fuss gets kicked up over this. ]
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