I really need to update more. To be honest I'm quite a lazy individual.

SunSera: "Ryng" is a literally straight up reference to Rings in game. They act as health, and since this story goes a slightly realistic way, it wouldn't make sense if an inanimate object just magically healed someone, so there you go.

myself: You don't have to say you're a robot, I'm fully aware most people are real. I appreciate the review, and I assume English is not your first language?

Guest: Don't worry, I'll definitely continue.

Gadget's POV

I stumbled out of the hospital and looked around. It was a nice sunny morning, but explosions and the sounds of violence were still being heard. There were even more poor people outside who were injured or grieving for their loved ones. I looked down at them, and it tore up my heart.

I noticed that all of the medics helping the injured were either actual doctors or medics within the Resistance. It came to my mind that I hadn't seen any member of the Resistance actively fighting in the war. All of the combatants were GUN soldiers. But why though? We fought and won the war several months ago. Why not fight now?

I rubbed my chin while lost in thought. I realized that Knuckles had thought it was a great idea to recall and recycle most of our powerful weaponry, namely the Wispons that I had grown to love. It still confused me to why he had decided right then and there to get rid of them, but then again that echidna wasn't the smartest person alive either.

Even with no Wispons, most divisions during the war used basic weaponry, and I know for a fact there's still stockpiles of those that we own, so why not fight?

I walked over to three conversing medics who must've been on break. I stepped around the injured on hammocks on the ground. The three stopped and looked at me with surprise on their faces.

"Hey, aren't you Gadget?" One asked. I nodded.

"Sure is." I replied, giving them fistbumps. "Can I ask a question? I'm just curious about something."

"Go ahead." The left medic said.

"Why are none of us fighting? Shouldn't we be helping GUN fight off the intruders?" I asked. The other two kind of gave shrugs.

"Well..." He said, tapping his fingers together. "We haven't exactly gotten the order to do so yet from the Chief." That statement really bothered me. I facepalmed.

"You should still be helping fight! You don't need to wait for an order." I said very annoyed. The middle medic, a female bear stepped up and cleared her throat to speak to me.

"Ehm, don't ya' remember how strict knucklehead is? We can't do much without his approval. So for now we're helping supply and take care of the wounded."

"It doesn't help communication to the outside world's down for the time being." The part medic stepped in. I took a deep breath and faced away while rubbing the sides of my head for a brief moment.

"Sorry, I forgot. Go back to doing your jobs, I'm heading out to the front." I went to walk away, but a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned and looked at the bear that stopped me.

"But you can't." She said sternly. I shook her off me.

"I'm not apart of the Resistance anymore, so I very well can." I replied. She just gave an odd look and scratched her head.

"You left us? When?"

"Immediately after the war finished. I felt my part was done, and I've decided to go my own ways from now on." I stated, and walked away.

I walked through the parking lot and noticed a gated off area guarded by a couple of GUN soldiers. I briefly looked through the entrance of the area and saw a bunch of bodybags, which made me feel sick. I looked away and tried to flush the sight from my head. Considering nearly a billion on this Earth died in a six-month period, I was sick of seeing death. So many innocents taken away for no reason, and now they're gone because of Knuckles' stupidity.

I could only hope someone who knew what was going on would confront him and put him in his place. In fact, I think he should be taken from his position. It still baffles me to why people thought it was a great idea to have him leader in the first place.

I walked on and decided to think about something else. What about Infinite? I heard my subconsciousness ask.

I'd have to look for him, hopefully somewhere in the city before its completely obliterated or taken over by our Eastern adversaries. He was a tough cookie, so knowing him he's somewhere close.

My vision trailed over to a convoy of armoured vehicles on the road ahead. I could see one of GUN's commanders speaking to their soldiers, along with an Elite. An idea had popped up in my mind.

These commanders have an entire grip on the chain of command, and are considered more important than Resistance chiefs. Maybe this guy knows where Infinite is somewhere, or at the very least know his last known location. I thought briefly. If he knows who I am, he'll definitely give up the location.

I approached the soldiers. "Hey!" I called. They turned and looked at me. I couldn't help but be slightly creeped out by their new outfits. The way their masks and goggles go is just unsettling, but that's how Blaxton designed them; to be intimidating, especially in the face of the enemy.

"Well, look who it is, the man that helped save us from being bombed by a fake sun." One of the soldiers exclaimed in amusement.

"Out of all places, what are you doing here? I thought you lived in the U.F." I heard an Elite ask.

"I agree with the others, what brings you here?" The commander asked me.

"Infinite does." I replied. "Ever since I found out he was here, I had to come considering I think I have unfinished business with him." I said, making up an excuse.

"Who doesn't have unfinished business with that weakling?" They laughed. I don't know why, but among the higher ranks of GUN, 'weakling' was what they called Infinite whenever he was brought up. I'm not entirely sure why it's such a running gag.

I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my head. "True. Very true, guys." I cleared my throat. "Anyway, any idea on where that dumb jackal is? I'd like to see him personally." I asked, pounding my fist in my hand.

"Damned if I knew, he was last sighted going towards Shamar's positions. Wouldn't be surprised he was working with the commie bastards."

"Oh, I see. I'll be out for him." I said.

"Well, it was nice chatting, but I have soldiers to guide." The commander said, he climbed on top of the tank and entered it. The convoy moved and left the area, the vehicles kicking dirt in my face as they went by.

Well, that went well. I thought and cleaned my glasses. I had basically gotten nowhere with that conversation.

The only thing I could do now was search, or wait until Infinite pops up on the radio. I really hope that he doesn't get himself killed, or seen by GUN again. But knowing him, he was a mercenary that could think. He can take care of himself.

In the meantime, I needed to think of a new plan to destabilize the enemy without getting either of us killed. I had gotten so used to using Wispons that I wasn't much without them, but I could manage.

I heard the distinct noise of a helicopter hovering above. I looked up against the sunlight and saw a gunship fly past and heading toward the combat zone. An old idea had popped in my mind.

We could take one of those for a spin considering I have piloting experience. I was definitely not the best pilot in the world, but I'll make do. I know all the basic maneuvers and things a pilot would need to know, and skilled pilots could really do a lot of damage with one of those gunships.

I needed to scout out one of the GUN firebases to plan an approach for later, so I began to hop up on a streetlight and climbed a relatively high building, albeit carefully. I knew a missile could strike this thing any second, so I took that into consideration.

I reached the roof with no difficulties and looked down the opposite side where the nearest base was. I kneeled down and checked it out, adjusting my glasses.

There was a helipad with a gunship on it. If I were lucky, I'd be able to fly that instead of a clunky transport chopper that I was used to flying. We could dress up and act as pilots assuming we won't be found out, and...

I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Instinctively, I elbowed the intruder to the face and turned around. I gave a hard punch to their face.

"Ow, fuck!" I saw my intruder stumble back, cursing and holding their mouth where I had hit them, but I stopped and realized it was Infinite.

"Are you okay?" I asked, he was holding his cheek and looked at me with his blue and yellow eyes.

"You pack quite a punch." He replied.

"Sorry, that was instinct." I reassured.

"It's fine. Glad to see you're in one piece."

"I managed to make it to some friendly forces without getting shot. I passed out and they fixed me up, see?" I explained, showing where my previous wounds were completely healed. He nodded. "How'd you find me?"

"Overheard a conversation that you were here." He said.

"That makes sense." I said, taking a deep breath. "How did you make it over to this side of the city without being seen?"

"That's because I know my stealth well, I use it quite often." He replied. "So, what's happening now? We get out of here?"

"Not just yet..."

And there you have it. Just a quick note that I will most likely be posting another story sometime in the future. It will not be related to this story or Sonic at all. Oh, and I like reviews. Give me them.