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 floated in the vast emptiness of space, stationed just a few planets away from the Xyrrathian homeworld. It had been their base for weeks now—a metallic prison drifting through the stars as they worked tirelessly to find her.
They were all exhausted.
Every single one of them.
Tails had barely slept since their arrival, spending endless nights in the control room, poring over scans and calculations, trying to penetrate the Xyrrathian's interference. His usually bright blue eyes were bloodshot, and his fur was unkempt, tufts sticking out at odd angles from where he'd pulled at it in frustration.
Amy had thrown herself into research, studying every bit of Xyrrathian technology she could get her hands on in case they needed to fight their way in. She barely spoke, her usual enthusiasm dulled by the weight of Y/n's absence. Even when she wasn't working, she sat curled up in the lounge, whispering prayers to whatever higher force might be listening.
Rouge had been relentless, gathering intelligence, cross-referencing stolen files, and looking for any clue that could lead them to Y/n. She didn't let herself break—at least not where anyone could see. But there was a sharpness to her now, a tension in the way she moved, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
Knuckles trained obsessively, spending hours in the ship's makeshift gym. He needed an outlet, a way to burn off the helplessness eating away at him. Every punch he threw was fueled by frustration, every grunt of effort laced with silent rage. He hated waiting. He hated doing nothing. And yet, all he could do was prepare.
And then there was Shadow.
Shadow, who hadn't spoken much since they arrived. Who stood at the window of the ship, staring down at the distant planet below like he could will it to give her back. He was a storm contained within himself, quiet but violent beneath the surface. He had argued—fought—to be let off the ship, to go down there and find her himself.
Dom had refused.
It wasn't safe.
None of them could go down there without a clear location.
So Shadow had been forced to wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Until it almost drove him mad.
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The air in the lounge was thick with exhaustion.
They were all there, sitting in silence—each lost in their own thoughts, too tired to speak. The dim glow of the ship's control panels cast shadows across their weary faces.
