I jumped out of the way of enemy fire before ducking underneath a decimated steel structure, panting with my vermilion fur raised in stress and unbridled terror. Why am I hiding under burning steel? Why am I being shot at? The answer is simple:

I work for a rebellion.

Six months ago a silver creature with a psychological weapon killed Sonic, my world's hope and protector, and a brutal empire has rapidly overtaken the world.

War was promptly declared by the rebellion, we are officially called The Resistance, and everything has gone downhill since war was declared.

This war had raged for the past six months, and every part of Mobius aside from the capital is an apocalyptic mess. The casualties are horrendous and sickening, over a third of the original population is already dead.

I am a rookie, a first-time fighter, and a special forces agent as well. A male wolf. Eighteen. Afraid. Alone. Fighting for my life.

And the honor of the lives that have been lost in unimaginable ways.

The military green headset attached to my head crackled, and a desperate voice was heard. Another soldier.

"Any rebel out there?! I've been shot! I need someone to get a message to the commander!"

I couldn't ignore a dying soldier, so I pushed the button on my set, allowing me to reply. "Soldier here."

"What's your rank?"

"Rookie."

An unsatisfied groan was heard over my headset, I instantly knew that the dying rebel wished that he didn't have to leave significant information in the nervous hands of a rookie, me. "You need to get this information to the base stat! Otherwise the Resistance is screwed!"

I ran through a burning ghost town, dodging the lethal blasts from the enemy empire's fire. My feet skidded to a stop as robotic soldiers surrounded me. I gulped and whimpered with fear.

I glanced down at the weapon in my paw, a red flamethrowing rifle called a Burst Wispon. Gulping, I then swung the wispon down while pulling a trigger; the rifle generated an explosion that sent me into the air, followed by multiple other blasts that kept me away from the robots.

After landing, I sped towards the rebel base as fast as my legs could carry me. Ducking and sliding underneath more burning steel, I entered the base hastily. My body became heavy as I slowed, and I collapsed on the ground in the main operations room.

"Hey! It's one of the rookies!" Silver the Hedgehog, The Resistance's chief strategist, cried.

I looked at Silver, panting. "Message... For the commander"

"You're not an assigned messenger." Commander Knuckles approached me, slightly frowning. He seemed to know every job and rank of every one of his soldiers.

"I got the message from another soldier... who died on the front lines."

Knuckles sighed and turned away, beginning to walk off. "We already have so many casualty reports... I don't wanna hear the message, Rookie."

I gasped as I propped myself up with my front arms, I had to convince the commander to hear this! Taking a deep breath, and causing Commander Knuckles to pause, I told him the subject of the vital message.

"Not even about the creature that killed Sonic?"