The ring deposits you all safely outside the base and seals up afterwards. Neo Metal Sonic doesn't chase after you, which is something of a mercy.
What's significantly less of a mercy is the sky - it's gone dark and ominously stormy, though the clouds spark not with lightning, but with that same green Chaos Energy you've been facing this entire fight. Worse still, there are now far, far too many robotic planes filling the sky - the Egg Fleet seems to go on endlessly, as far as you can see. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to call it the Neo Metal Sonic Fleet.
Sonic and friends arrive shortly, looking pretty banged up but otherwise still healthy enough to make it here, though they stare up at the sky with obvious concern.
"O...kay, this is definitely not what any of us were expecting."
"We will have to take the fight to them, it seems."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid... I'm not sure how to pinpoint their leader's exact location to send you all with a ring..."
A jolt of green lightning flashes across the sky and Neo Metal Sonic's voice rings out.
"I expect to see you onboard my fleet in one week's time. That includes you, my loathsome copy."
It seems you don't really have much of a choice. For now, tend to your wounds and try to regroup; you've earned a break after today.
[He wishes he had his invulnerability. It would be so much easier if they had access to their true powers.]
Physical damage is one thing; we have healers who can help mend wounds. I worry for those who were controlled by Eggman.
[Even if it wasn't the real one. He's not sure how aware of anything the robotic version was. The implications are fairly horrifying, on multiple levels.]
[His next inhalation seems just a bit sharper, a bit more pronounced. In the end, the worst wounds are always the ones you can't see...]
Sayin' it wasn't their fault isn't gonna do much to make 'em feel better about it, even if that's the truth. The only part that's gonna matter to them is the fact that they hurt someone else.
We should keep an eye on 'em, make sure they're doin' okay. I dunno if I have it in me to throw another party like that, but... maybe somethin' similar. Just to get their minds off things.
Agreed. I'm afraid I make for a poor therapist, but perhaps there is something more low key that can be done. Stories and drinks around a proverbial campfire, perhaps.
[He considers this for a moment, before adding to it.]
Hot cocoa, maybe. Instead of alcohol.
[It seems unwise to him for them to be drinking when they might need to spring to action at any moment.]
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[He wishes he had his invulnerability. It would be so much easier if they had access to their true powers.]
Physical damage is one thing; we have healers who can help mend wounds. I worry for those who were controlled by Eggman.
[Even if it wasn't the real one. He's not sure how aware of anything the robotic version was. The implications are fairly horrifying, on multiple levels.]
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Sayin' it wasn't their fault isn't gonna do much to make 'em feel better about it, even if that's the truth. The only part that's gonna matter to them is the fact that they hurt someone else.
[This is one thing he knows painfully well.]
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[That is a horror that Lucifer can't even begin to imagine.]
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We should keep an eye on 'em, make sure they're doin' okay. I dunno if I have it in me to throw another party like that, but... maybe somethin' similar. Just to get their minds off things.
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[He considers this for a moment, before adding to it.]
Hot cocoa, maybe. Instead of alcohol.
[It seems unwise to him for them to be drinking when they might need to spring to action at any moment.]