Sonic Forces: Fallen World/Part 1

==Part 1: World in Chaos==
A blue hedgehog sat quietly in the corner of the base in Spagonia, quietly repairing a communications device. Other people in her Resistance faction walked around completing various tasks, with some of them nervously watching the screens. They seemed to ignore her, which in retrospect was perfectly fine as she had time to fix the device. She also had discarded mechanical pieces at her bench, with a few of them at her feet.
She lifted up her right arm and looked at her own communicator, sighing. Her friend, Ross Livingston, had sent out a bulletin to each of the Resistance bases before he had disappeared. The other members of her base told her he was either hiding, missing, or in the worst case scenario, dead. She played his last message again, looking at his face in the screen. She sighed, shaking her head sadly. Ross... I wish I could see you again...
A black-clothed, burgundy cat approached the blue hedgehog and half-sat down next to her. "Everything all right here?" she said quietly, holding a position to leave if the hedgehog wanted to be left alone.
She didn't respond at first, then looked at the cat through her peripheral vision. "... Yeah, things are good, besides the world going up in flames. In all seriousness though, I finally fixed this thing," Reens said, lifting the device into the air. "It's an EMP emitter, if you're wondering."
"I'm sorry, I don't really understand technology at all..." Akra—the cat—laughed ruefully, cupping her hand behind her head in a partial gesture of embarrassment. "If you don't mind my asking, what's this supposed to help us with? Communication? Weaponry? Espionage? Some combination involving taking down the Eggman Empire and/or getting our friends back? Probably nothing to do with portals..." Akra muttered this last line under her breath, as she knew that portals were something that only helped her as opposed to the whole Resistance.
Putting the EMP emitter back down, Reens blinked before putting aside the tool she was working with. "EMP stands for electromagnetic pulse, which, when used correctly, can shut down electronic devices, such as Eggman's badniks and his machinery. We have to be careful with technology like this, as it may end up hurting rather than helping if it is messed with." She picked up another piece of technology and rummaged through her toolbox. "Have they trained you with Wispons yet?"
Akra stared into space for a moment, thinking. "...I don't think so," she said. "I'd assume that it's like any other gun, though...point it at a robot, pull the trigger, and the robot blows up, right?"
"I can't believe they haven't trained you at all," Reens grunted, in slight frustration at not finding the tool she needed at that moment. "You don't just point it at a robot and hope it explodes. You have to have the right angle, the right timing, and you have to make sure the Wispon is charged before you use it or else it's useless." She sighed in exasperation, putting the tech down on her workbench. "We're in the middle of a war here, and they don't take the time to train you in the basics?" I should really ask the Commander about that, if they have the time...
"Well," said Akra, "to be fair to the Resistance, I never asked. I usually use my sword for whatever I need—" Akra's hand unconsciously moved towards the hilt of the sword on her back "—and I have trouble sometimes remembering what time and place I'm in, what with personally relocating every so often and my one constant companion for the last six months frequently telling me about what's going on in other times, worlds, and whatnot. To be honest, if someone tried to teach me how to use a Wispon, I'd probably try to smash something with it and unintentionally explode the Wispon in the process, so it's just as well that I don't know proper Wispon-handling procedure." Akra looked embarrassed as she stared into space.
"That's because we aren't soldiers, most of us are kids," a third female said, plopping down near the first two. She was a orange fox-like Mobian with a white hoodie and light gray pants on. "Eh, whatever... no matter what we are, it's up to us now." Her off-blue eyes focused on a silver mask she was tossing back and forth in her hands.
"Speaking of which, I should probably check if there's anything I'm needed for," said Akra, starting to stand up. "There's probably something that I could do that's better than sitting around here getting rusty."
A shrill whistling sound rent the air, growing louder over a couple of seconds before terminating in a room-rattling crash. A series of quieter pops followed, and anyone who looked up would have seen a long line form across the ceiling, then split apart as the entire construction of paint, plaster, and who-knew-what else began to sag down and away from that slightly off-center crack.
Reens jumped up from her workbench and trained her blaster to where the crash had originated. "Everyone! We're under attack! Grab your weapons and get into formation! I'll alert the commander!"
Akra pulled her sword off her back. "Formation?" she said, getting into an easily mobile battle stance. "Anyone here know what that is?"
A white-and-black streak blasted from one of the doors. The figure stopped in his tracks, revealing himself to be a wolf. “We aren’t safe in here, those blasted sentinels will blow this place to bits!” the wolf exclaimed.
Akra relaxed her posture somewhat, re-sheathing her sword. "Good point, kid," she said, eyeing the increasing cracks in the ceiling. "There'll be nothing left here to come back to at this rate; staying here, we'll just bury ourselves with it." Akra abruptly started sprinting for one of the nearby hallways. "Follow me," she said, beckoning to the wolf.
"Heh, by 'formation' I mean 'get the heck outta here!" Reens corrected herself, running behind Akra and the wolf. "All units are to evacuate the area immediately!"
“Well at least I’ll have something sturdier then a punching bag to hit today,” the wolf said, hoping to somewhat lighten the mood as the group kept moving.
Akra skidded to a halt as she got to a two-way intersection. Frantically checking her mental map of the area for a split second, she said aloud, "I know that the commander is off to the right...but...I gotta go check on Di, he's left..." Before she'd even finished speaking, Akra abruptly started sprinting down the left corridor, despite stating no decision aloud or leaving any direction to the others as to how to handle her absence.
The fox just now registered the situation, standing up and putting her mask on. "Anyone got a plan?" She asked, then realized she was alone and started chasing after the group instead of Akra. 
“ Ok plan, so since I was outside I know they came from the south, so obviously go north until we lose them. But more importantly does anyone know if any civilians Are still here?” The wolf asked as he realized escaping would most likely be harder then he originally thought. 
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