Y/N thought she had left her past behind. After barely surviving her final mission with A.E.G.I.S (Advanced Enforcement Group for Interspecies Security) she walked away from the life of combat and secrecy, trading it for the quiet comfort of a coffe...
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The ship had never felt so empty.
The halls, once filled with idle chatter and the hum of quiet camaraderie, were now eerily silent. Even the soft whirring of the ship's machinery felt deafening. It was suffocating. Y/n's absence had left a gaping hole in their team, a wound that festered with each passing day.
For two weeks, they scoured the sector. Every waking hour was spent searching, tracking, cross-referencing. The exhaustion wore on all of them, but none more than Shadow.
At first, he was a storm of barely contained rage, snapping at anyone who so much as hesitated in their efforts. Every lead they found, every scrap of possible information, he was the first to act. His presence was suffocating—constant, unyielding. But as time passed and every attempt ended in failure, his anger dimmed into something worse.
Silence.
He became a phantom on the ship, an ever-present figure looming over Tails' console, watching every scan, every calculation, with quiet intensity. He barely spoke. Barely ate. Barely slept.
"You need to rest," Rouge had told him on the sixth day.
His response was simple:
"You think she's resting?"
She didn't ask again.
But Shadow wasn't the only one suffering.
Sonic and Knuckles had thrown themselves into rigorous training sessions, pushing their bodies to the limit. Tails had all but barricaded himself in the lab, running diagnostics over and over again, eyes rimmed with exhaustion. Rouge spent hours poring over old intel, scouring for anything—anything—that might give them a clue.
No one laughed anymore.
No one joked.
And yet, despite all their efforts, they came up with nothing.
The fuel reserves dwindled. Their food rations reached critical levels. Supplies ran dangerously low.
They had no choice but to turn back.
The realization hit like a hammer to the gut.
They had failed.
✮⋆˙𖦹🎧✮⋆˙𖦹ᯓ★
As the ship touched down at AEGIS headquarters, the weight of failure settled onto their shoulders like an iron chain. The moment the hatch lowered, they were met with a crowd—dozens of AEGIS agents and higher-ups standing in solemn silence.
