o3o: Honestly, there is a likeness to the Empire Strikes back. Then again, I suppose that comes with the territory when working with Sonic, as the two share ideas. Fiona made a selfish choice over an objectively good choice, and she still has that freedom to do great and terrible things…
Monkey Khan bore the title of a "god" which would naturally make Johan suspicious. If he was a strong god, then he might be worthy of worship, but since Johan defeated him, then Johan views him as a weak god.
Will Knuckles re-appear? Find out soon.
Out of Context(Chapter 46): A nervous twitch turned into a very horrifying thought… you are funny.
Context: (Chapter 46): Not quite.
Anonymous: 1. Actions always have consequences. Fiona's decision will help the kingdom if she succeeds, but is guaranteed to hinder the kingdom's young, growing army. Her lack of honesty also presents an issue…
2. You can definitely expect Lien-da to be present in the coming arc, along with some other characters who you may or may not remember from archie.
3. Sonic doesn't really understand how he's brought back, and there is a limit to what he can… alone that is…
4. Interesting.
/*-*/
Sonic smelt burnt grass. He smell the horrid stench of charred flesh. Sonic's eyes opened to a collapsed trench. The sky was black and smokey, with little sign of it letting any light down. He was lying on his back in dry dirt and crushed wood. Sonic sat up, and looked around, and realized he was a in a nest of trenches. Another thing he noticed were… bodies.
So many mobians, all lay in the trenches with rifles in their hands. Sonic saw a few badniks around with them but Sonic knew who most of the casualties were. His heart plummeted as he walked over the bodies, careful to not step on any corpses where he could. He climbed out of the trenches to see the large anti-air guns broken down to crushed husks, with the barrels or shielding gone, and the rest charred black.
Sonic knew where he was. Sonic was standing at the gates of New Mobotropolis. The tan walls had crumpled, and what remained was a dark smokey color. Sonic saw the corpses that were in the crumbled piles outside the walls.
He dared to step in further, moving towards the gatehouse. He saw the torches husks of buildings, as he walked inside the city that once protected them from anything Eggman could throw at them.
The winds whispered into Sonic's ears in a high, raspy voice, "You failed. They needed you and you failed."
Sonic gulped and kept moving forward. There were survivors, right? Sonic walked up the main road, and felt his heart shock itself. He saw… bodies, strung up. Antoine was impaled standing up, the spike going straight through his stomach. Bunnie was a metal, roboticized statue that had her battery taken out.
Sonic continued to walk through the central street, noticing how baren it was. How empty, lifeless it was.
He saw Rotor, chained up to a building with only bones showing, his head hung limp, and patches of his hide had begun to rot. Sonic grit his teeth and ran over to the walrus, "ROTOR! Come on!" There was no response.
Sonic stepped back, his knees feeling weak.
"You failed them. They needed you." The wind whispered again, angrily.
Sonic tried to keep going, and move past. The Others had to have survived, right? He pulled away from Rotor's limp corpse, and ran back towards the castle.
Tangle was there, stuck in metal clamps, chains wrapped around her neck in a choking fashion. He gulped to swallow the coming food that was insistent on leaving his stomach. Sonic turned his head, and then saw him.
Tails, split down the middle by what looked like a saw. His eyes were still able to capture the panic and pain the little guy held in his final moments. Sonic collapsed, and his stomach gave way to its contents of nothing. He wanted to hurl so bad.
"You failed them! They needed you."
Sonic heaved more against the stone ground, trying to get something out, anything to help him feel better or understand what happened!
Then he dared to look over his shoulder. He saw King Max, skewed on a glowing blade. Next to him, was Fiona, her neck twisted by what looked like claws.
Sonic jolted awake in the dark room. His body ached of damages. He needed to get out, they need his help!
/*-*/
The small motorbike-tractor served its purpose well. They went deep into the forests, and moved over hills. Of course, they were still in the Kingdom's territory, which meant the Journey was quiet.
Sticks seemed content to look around from the back of the motor-tractor. The pig, Renault, was driving and Oscar seemed to stare off into space.
This left Fiona to lay back and… do nothing. She couldn't even take a nap, as the ride was smooth, but not so smooth that she felt comfortable in laying back.
So they moved, over the rugged terrain with the little motor carrying them past the border. They knew because they passed one of the abandoned villages. It was mostly destroyed, with only a few buildings standing strong. The rest were piles of rubble and smolder.
Renault did little to hide his discontent for the sight, "I don't like we had to abandon the towns in the East. I still don't get why we didn't go to protect them."
"He was buying us time to train. I can only imagine how bad the fighting would have been with green soldiers." Oscar shouted over the engine.
Fiona nodded at that, "Yeah, things were pretty bad before."
They didn't even have the guns or ammo to fight those battles. It was amazing how truly bad their position was. Which made the victory all the more miraculous.
Sticks growl, "Hey, quiet down!" She shouted over the engine at them. Fiona could a door open up in the distance as they drifted out of range of the town. It seemed that Eggman was content to occupy the villages and towns with his men.
"We've lost a lot of homes, a lot of building to Eggman." Renault sighed. Fiona looked over her shoulder and saw the pig was actually quite sad. It was possible that one of those homes was his old home.
"Huts can be rebuilt." Sticks spoke very bluntly, "Better we lose houses and towns then men and blood. That was his thinking. It makes sense to me."
"Whatever." Renault sighed.
They kept moving along the rough terrain. The little motorbike was working great.
Then it's engine started to get quiet. The treads began to slow down, and they were certainly not moving as fast as they were before.
"What's going on?" Oscar demanded as they stopped under a tree. The sun was starting to set, and it was starting to get dark.
"I think it needs more fuel." The pig mumbled, looking down at the motor-tractor abomination.
"Why don't we stop for the night." Fiona offered, "Get this thing refueled, and get some sleep. I'll break out the hardtack." Fiona struggled to express any excitement about the hard piece of bread.
Sticks climbed off and pulled out some dried meat, "Well, We've got plenty of variety. Let's get a fire and some water boiling."
Renault and Sticks gathered wood. Fiona stretched her legs out, feeling her bones pop back into place after such a long ride. She pulled out a… rather small utility pot. It was just barely big enough to fit the six inch (15 centimeter) bread-cookie. Dinner was going to take a while, but the good news was that night would obscure the smoke.
She scooped up some water, and set it next to the vehicle. Oscar set down the can of gas, and re-screwed on the lid of the gas tank. They left some notes on the vehicle, which was nice.
"So… You and the sheep? What's the history there?" Fiona dared to ask. She knew something was wrong when the bear's fur stuck straight up and his body seemed to go on guard immediately.
"I already said I don't feel like talking about it. Leave it alone." Oscar growled at her.
Fiona recoiled slightly as Sticks and Renault brought back the wood. Sticks asked the obvious question, "Are you two going to fight?"
"No, Just having a little talk." Fiona quickly answered, sending Oscar a silent request: are we good?.
Oscar gave a nod, "Just a few questions. Nothing too bad, just not ready to share yet."
Sticks growled, "Don't lie to me, you civilized creatures. If there's a problem, let me know."
"We will." The two confirmed at the same time.
Sticks set up the wood, and pulled out the burning kit. Once the fire was going, Fiona began to crush the hard tack and drop it into the small pot, along with some dried meat. The food slowly came back to a preferable state, with just a little warmth and time.
She poured Stick's bowl first, then prepared the next. They all sat around the fire, eating in silence after Sticks gave a prayer of protection and blessings.
Fiona ate her warm… stew? What could it really be called? It wasn't terrible for survival food, but it definitely had an old taste to it.
Next, they rolled out their sleeping rolls, and went to bed.
Fiona found herself standing in the jungle, on the dark, mossy road. The moss almost completely covered the bricks, making it very easy to get off the path. Still Fiona paid close attention as she walked carefully towards the groaning in the distance.
Fiona heard the black hooded figure standing behind her, "You've come this far, but are you really sure you want to keep going? Is he really alive, or do you know he's dead?"
Fiona pushed the voice out of her head, and kept walking forward.
"You know it, don't you. He's gone, isn't that right, Fi." The hooded figure mocked her almost.
Fiona sucked in a breath and kept moving. She followed the path into a murky swamp, and kept trudging ignoring the dream-dress that always seemed to be clean whenever she entered the dream again.
"You just needed to convince yourself that you were in this for Sonic. Now you have your opportunity, go on, escape. Leave that stupid kingdom that brought you nothing but trouble." The Obscured voice of the black hooded figure commanded with a laugh.
Fiona stopped, and turned around for the first time, "You've got nothing on me. I got a vision, I have friends, allies. I have a good thing going for me. I'm going to see this through."
"Friends? Allies? You'd best watch where you step, and pay closer attention. You never know what might be lurking closer than you think." The Black hooded figure taunted, laughing.
Fiona then felt something brush up against her leg in the murky water. She tensed up, and took a step back, only to find she stepped on something soft. Fiona looked over her shoulder, and saw the water begin to bubble.
Fiona took a deep breath and felt something brush up against her leg again.
A form began to rise out of the water. It was a mobian-
Something grabbed Fiona's leg tightly and she shot up.
"Hey, time to move." Oscar stood over her as Sticks was packing up her supplies. There was a small square container in front of Fiona, full of the… soup they had last night.
Fiona climbed out and quickly rolled up her sleeping back. She drank the chunky stew and they were ready to set off.
Oscar climbed up into the driver's seat, and they were off. Sticks seemed to be in good spirits… always. It was kind of disturbing how joyful she was in the middle of war.
Still, Fiona kept her eyes up and felt the bumpy ride as they rode across the beaten down road. The trip was silent, all things considered. No one said anything as they crossed into the hill, rocky ground.
Fiona clung to the back of the motor-tractor they were riding on. The worst part about the ride was the fact that it was slower as they went up the hill.
"W-Woah!" Renault shouted as they were pulled towards the ground, but the little engine carried them up.
Fiona kept her grip, and used her body against Sticks' to block the bags from falling off.
"Hey, don't go up high-hills!" Sticks commanded.
Oscar shook his head as if he were dazed, "Oh… uh, right!"
They got to the top of the hill and leveled out.
"Keep your head on right!" Renault shouted, his chest rising and falling.
Oscar took them down the hill in a diagonal pattern, making the steepness more bearable. They leveled out and stuck to the road. The trip was again, quiet.
"So… how come no wants to talk?" Renault asked, sounding uneasy as they rode forward.
Fiona called out over the engine, "What do we have to talk about? We aren't exactly friends or clubmates."
"It's just a little quiet." Renault called out, looking left and right.
"Keep watch, we don't want to get caught." Sticks shouted, looking over her shoulder to look in front of the small tractor-bike.
Fiona kept looking behind them, watching to see if anything dangerous would follow them. Of course, nothing was, at least to Fiona's knowledge.
They went past the hills, and finally got back into some forested areas. Oscar broke off the pathway, which was good as they passed the kingdom's old borders. There was a supply depot being set up at the border, with several badnik parts being set up, along with other materials.
Sticks looked at the depot with a bit of drool in her mouth.
"What?" Fiona dared to ask, feeling like she was going to be disappointed with the answer.
"I'm just thinking about the glory of destroying their little base right there." Sticks grinned, her eyes lit up in a destructive haze, "it'd be so much fun."
"We've got a schedule, though." Renault stated plainly, gesturing with open arms at the little tractor-bike they were on.
"Bah, it wouldn't take long. My da taught me about quick victories." Sticks shifted eagerly.
Fiona stepped in, "Maybe on the way back." She stated that knowing full well that they were probably going to either be chased back, or have to hide along the way. Still, it solved the problem now.
"Maybe." Sticks mumbled.
They continued along the path, and Fiona pulled out her map. They should have been close by to the plains. Fiona looked over the side of Sticks, and saw that there was forest on the other side of the road.
"Hold up!" Fiona shouted.
The motorbike jerked forward, and Fiona was launched off of it, her map flying through the air, before catching the wind. Fiona was launched into mud. Deeper mud than she was expecting. Fiona held her breath and pushed down, until her hand struck something hard underneath. She pushed up and gasped once air reached her nose.
She took a moment to pant and saw her map coming down above. It was a good thing that the wind wasn't too strong. Fiona caught the map and took a look. She tried to find where they were-
They were in a swamp. They were about ten miles south of where they needed to be. Fiona looked over her shoulder and saw Sticks and Renault trying to push while Oscar pressed the throttle on the motorbike. It only seemed to dig the machine into the mud.
Fiona stepped out of the mud, and began to talk back, "We're ten miles south of where we need to be, and I don't think we'll be getting anywhere with the bike."
Sticks and Renault stopped pushing, and Oscar let off the throttle. Fiona nodded, "We're going to have to go on foot. Good work, big-boy." Fiona groaned, shaking her head.
"What? I didn't mean to get us stuck." Oscar raised his voice.
"Keep it down. I don't want to get caught out here." Renault mumbled, looking around.
"It doesn't matter." Sticks stepped in, growling with authority, "We lost our thingy, now we're on our own. You get to carry the recovery beacon." Sticks grumbled, huffing as she raised the large pack and handed it to the Bear.
Oscar opened his mouth to protest, before sighing and accepting his fate. Everyone grabbed their packs, and set off from the abandoned motorbike.
They trudged up the mud and looked back. Fiona saw the bike sinking into the swamp area, going beneath the muddy water. It was officially over for them.
Fiona sighed and they set off, heading north.
"It wasn't… I didn't try to deviate off the course." Oscar pleaded, as if he were in court.
"Bah, It's fine. We'll get there with my guidance, just follow me." Sticks grinned proudly, and led the way.
Oscar stomped his foot in frustration, before looking down and following along. Fiona knew something was up, "So, You want to talk about it? What ever it is that made you lose focus and drive us into the mud?"
"No, I don't. I'm sorry I got us lost." Oscar grumbled and continued to trudge past the pathway that was on the edge of the kingdom.
Fiona followed along. As they got out of the swampy area, Fiona saw new forested areas, and called out to Sticks, "I'll scout ahead."
Fiona climbed up a tree, and soared through the treelines before Sticks could even confirm. It gave her an excuse to think about what she was ready to do. She was going to break off at some point. This wasn't the time, though. They needed to be close so Fiona could escape with them.
Her mind went to Sonic, who was probably suffering even more right now. She was on a time limit, not just for the extraction.
It seemed like the motorbike was not ready to carry four mobians there and back. That's why they were given the extraction beacon, but Fiona didn't know how they would be extracted. What she wouldn't do for a warp ring.
Fiona couldn't see anything ahead. The forest was clear, and it seemed like badniks were nowhere to be found. Eggman must not have thought they would get this far without being detected. Still…
As Fiona reached the road areas, there were still checkpoints, with both Legionnaires and badniks. Best not to risk it.
Fiona ran back to the rest of the group, who had been moving to follow her. She dropped down in front of them as the sky turned an unnatural shade of read in the distance, "There's a checkpoint if we follow the path. I'd say we keep going and leave them be."
Sticks growled, "Why not fight them, make them go crazy know we've made it this far." Sticks grinned.
"We don't have guns." Oscar grumbled, "We left with the bare minimum plus essentials." He gestured to the pack.
Renault sighed, "I really don't feel like fighting this far away from any help."
"Bah, I don't need guns or help, I have this!" Sticks pulled the large sword from her back.
"You brought that?" Renault exclaimed, both in horror and disbelief, "That thing must weigh a ton. It slowed us down!"
"Bah, it weighs a lot, but not that much." Sticks grumbled, before holding the sword up. Her arms started to wobble as she tried to raise it higher.
"Still, I don't think it's a good idea to go letting them know we're out here. We have the element of surprise." Fiona explained carefully, realizing how Sticks thought, "We could use that against much better targets, right?"
Sticks glared at Fiona, "You're one of them charmers. I know it. Fine, we won't fight, but I know to watch you."
Fiona sighed as that seemed to end the possible engagement. Sticks started walking, followed by Renault who carried the attack beacon, and then by Oscar. Fiona followed behind as they made it up to the pathway, and then crossed.
It was going to be a long journey.
/*-*/
Hands were rushing about, and Johan was thoroughly pleased. The red Garden Defenders were moving parts in and out of the large bomber. They did not need something to devastate so quickly. Instead, chairs were being moved it, along with boxes of supplies.
Johan had assembled some men, ready to move as soon as the plane was ready. Gewis was among them, and his tactics would be needed for the securing of the city.
All Johan had to do now was tend to the young fox. He saw the small Fox, still sitting on a rock by the lake.
"What troubles you?" Johan growled, approaching the small fox from the side.
"I just… don't want to fly anymore. I messed up, I got my brother hurt. I actually tried to kill him before, and now I…" The fox didn't finish the sentence. Johan hated the unfinished sentences.
"You did not fail him." Johan growled firmly, "You flew well, but you were over taken by the battle."
"But he counted on me!" The Fox snarled up at Johan. Johan felt better with that fire in the little fox's eyes.
"Yes, and you did everything to aide him. Now, others need aide, and if you do not help, you will fail them." Johan growled down at the fox, leveling their eyes to stare into one and other.
The fox slumped, but his mind went to work. Johan could see the fox thinking deeply. Finally, Tails spoke, "What do you need me to do?"
Johan sat on his hind legs, and growled, "I need you to fly the plane to the island, land the plane, and prepare for our return."
Tails frowned, and tapped his feet against the rock. His tails were snapping in frustration, "That's all? You don't want me to fight in the city?"
"IF you wish to join the battle, you may. I do not want my plane lost." Johan clarified, making sure that the fox knew the important details.
"Then I'll do it." Tails immediately jumped up, and nodded at Johan, "I can fly the plane there. I'll help our friends."
Johan nodded proudly at the young fox, and stepped away. He returned to the men scrambling to move weapons around.
Gewis met with fear in his eyes, "We've only got space for a hundred men if we are going to fit some artillery on. If Eggman is attacking with full force, we can't hope to push him out with so few men."
Johan challenged the fox, "Do you believe we are so limited that mere numbers can stop us?"
Gewis shook his head, "It's not just about numbers, you're talking about fighting an entire army with a glorified patrol unit. You don't know anything about the area. I really think we shouldn't be doing this!" Gewis was strange, having the courage to confront Johan about his plans but not the enemy.
Johan saw the soldiers moving by, looking scared by the sight of Gewis's yelling. Johan turned back to his faithful ally, "I advise you to control your fears. A soldier's fear is fleeting, but a commander's fear is like a plague." Johan growled and gestured with his snout to the men who had walked by.
Gewis opened his mouth and sighed in shame, "I… see… I'm sorry for my outburst."
"Stop with your self-shaming. No one will care, or worse, they will pity you. Carry yourself with pride. I have chosen you because I know you are a good leader." Johan growled down at Gewis, his arms locking, before he smiled, "You are wise to raise your fears about the attack. All I ask is that you trust me to lead you against our enemy."
Gewis shook his head, "Of course I trust you. I know you'll do your best. It's just… I think…" Gewis seemed slow to understand, but Johan's gaze on him made his mind work. He went quiet, before giving Johan a smile, "Alright, I trust you. Just… you would tell me if there was no plan, right?"
Johan growled at the insult, "I am always honest with my men. We will arrive while the battle is waging, or the city will already be taken. There is no sense in preparing an ambush or planning defensive lines that will never be used." Johan explained, before returning back to the large plane.
Gewis followed along, "But if we don't have any plan, how do you expect us to even make it one day? We need something to get us set up."
"Trust in me." Johan simply growled and began to load the large artillery crates into the plane. The answer was quite simple, the fox would deliver them, and Johan would give the order to bring more men over… if they could.
"Ok, so this is the internal radio, and this is the long range radio." The fox mumbled standing next to a small box, which was connected to a larger box. Radios, those would be very useful.
"Right, the short range is to get communication through the cabin and to anyone else on board. The long range is to get in touch with us if any problems arise. You're co-pilot will be able to help you navigate the controls." A red Garden Defender explained.
"Co-pilot?" The Fox sounded confused as Johan finished loading the weapons.
The wings were opened up, and the fuel tanks were examined, before the Garden Defenders signaled each other with a thumbs up.
Ezra came over, looking rather troubled, before standing up straight, "The plane is ready to set off."
Johan looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, which means they would be flying over the night, " What is the ground like?" Johan growled
"On the Island, it's not bright, I'll say that much." Ezra sighed, "I don't know much else about it."
Johan growled, "How long will the journey be?" He was not keen on crashing, but they needed to arrive in silence.
"It will be about seven hours." Ezra stated, before tapping her foot, "If the engines are running at full power. Running the engines safe? About ten hours."
That answered Johan's question well enough, "We will leave at high moon." He growled decisively. So Johan waited, climbing into the aircraft to see if he could effectively fit. Indeed, it was like the one they had used so long ago to bomb the Teskan port city of Nain.
Johan stepped out as the fox yawned and walked away, "I'm going to bed, wake me up when it's time to go."
That was good, as a tired pilot flew very poorly.
Johan returned to the headquarters, and sat down. He felt the rage of the boy-prince against him. No matter, his opinion was nothing.
This did not deter the boy-prince from voice it, "Are you back from harassing more of our allies?"
"I don't see any allies." Johan growled pushing past the prince. Johan continued to the command center, where Lanolin, Gewis, Reakart the Beaver and Destrier the Horse were waiting. Sonar was there as well, sitting over a map.
"Is this all of my great commanders?" Johan growled, angry that the others had not stayed awake to hear his vision.
"They others went to bed. They didn't know we were meeting tonight." Gewis spoke softly, with pain.
"You really need to get better about telling people your plans." The boy-prince challenged, making his hatred blatant.
Johan growled to himself. Indeed, he should have told them to be awake. He was expecting them to stay awake and await his instructions. No matter.
"There's not much of a point. No one is going to make any moves while you're away." Lanolin mumbled, "I don't know why we are having this meeting."
She seemed angry, not at Johan but instead at something else. Still, the sheep needed to control her emotions.
"We are having this meeting so that you may make moves while I am away." Johan growled, glaring at the commanders who straightened in attention, "I want this kingdom's borders reclaimed, and I would like preparations to begin before I return."
Lanolin froze before nodding, "I can get the resources prepared."
"I want the closest lands to the capitol retaken. I want our enemy pushed out and defenses set up for another attack." Johan added to the list, in case they thought of being idle. The commanders looked hesitant.
"We don't have experience without you, this could be a good learning experience for us." Reakart observed, pinching his chin.
Johan nodded as the others looked at each other with worry on their faces.
"You can't expect them to go on campaign without you." The boy-prince challenged again.
"I do. The battleground will grow beyond my ability to command every front. I want commanders capable of attacking and winning without my intervention." Johan growled at the boy.
The boy-prince scowled, and grit his teeth, but remained silent.
The commanders nodded at Johan. A form appeared in front of him, a lynx wrapped in robes, although darker than the lynx he had met before, "Greetings, I will try to break into Legion communication networks."
Johan cocked his head at the lynx. She appeared in front of him, but not like that of a sorcerer. Perhaps a witch? Or A demon?
"I am Nicole, the main operator for this base's network. Sally used to work with me… before the event." Nicole, the lynx, sighed, "I am an AI, and I am able to appear through a holographic form. I am not magic." She seemed to be aware of Johan's hatred for such things.
"No matter. Do as you will." Johan growled, before turning around.
"You're just… leaving?" The lynx asked as though surprised.
"I have said all I need to say. I will go and wait to launch the attack." Johan growled back at her, before continuing out the door.
Eventually the time did come to leave. Johan waited as the men lined up. Most of them were from Johan's own army, and by extension, were penal soldiers. They had experience, which was needed.
There were some soldiers from Lanolin's army, specifically equipment crews for the large weapons. Lastly, there was a squad which handled messaging.
Johan boarded the craft first, followed by the rest of his men. Gewis sat in the far back with him, "Are you sure you want them attacking without us?"
"Our enemy is weakened, we can not allow them to entrench themselves so close to the capitol." Johan growled back, "This will be good experience."
The yellow fox climbed on board, with a lady goat and a lady mouse. The fox and goat went to the front of the plane, while the mouse sat next to the door.
"Alright everyone, I am testing the internal radio, give me a check." Tails' voice came over the plane as engines began to start.
The mouse shouted up through cockpit, "We can hear you!"
"Alright good." The fox's voice rang through the plane, or rather, a speaker in the front and back. There was silence for a moment.
Then the plane lurched forward, and began to rush towards the end of the runway. Johan could not see, nor could any of the men, as the area was completely enclosed. They were in the Bombay, which had been adjusted with metal plates for a floor and chairs for the men. There were two light bulbs overhead which allowed vision.
The plane began to rock, and Johan could feel the panic of his men. He growled, "We will live through this."
The rocking intensified, as the men started to calm down. Then the lights went out, and the rocking stopped. They were moving still.
The door to cockpit opened, with the mouse finding her way to it, and let in the light. She then worked her way to a pair of wires. The lights had been a hastily assembled adjustment, and so they were not placed in well. Still, she plugged them back in, and light returned to the plane.
Johan heard the relief of his men, and curled up in his place in the back. He was tired, and let himself sleep for the flight. They would arrive at the island soon enough.
/*-*/
Sonic is struggling psychologically, with pain and mental anguishing bearing its toll. Fiona's journey has been extended, and the clock continues to tick away, all the while Johan continues his attempt to break the Legion's power. The Legion will not be so quick to break…
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