SONIC RESURGENCE

Chapter 10

Badland Saloon, Badlands, Great Desert

The Badlands of Mobius was a place of tension between the United Federation and the Mobian Alliance. During that time, the Great War took place on the very earth, which led to the destruction of vegetation, lead, and bullets everywhere from the scraps of metal that came from the machines of the Overlanders, and the rotting carcasses with pools of blood

When the war was decided, the Mobians came together to see what remained of their once beautiful west coast. Realizing what the war has wrought upon the land, the Mobians spent years removing the debris, burying the fallen soldiers, and washing away what remained of the conflict while trying their hands in environmental restoration.

But this had failed.

The war proved to have been worse than the Mobians anticipated for the Great War reduced the greenery that was the battlefield into a wasteland.

Things only got worse after the coup of 3314 when Naugus emerged as a nihilistic hellbent on destruction. Those who didn't make it to the Sanctuary of Knothole ran out to the desert, fearing for their lives. Many of these refugees came together and founded the Great Desert Settlement. But other...weren't so lucky.

Those who weren't a part of the settlement or another settlement were forced to scavenge for themselves, eventually resulting in most of these desert drifters into petty thieves. Nowadays, the wasteland that was once the land where war and death occurred become a hotspot for stray rogues and criminals to hide out, mingle, and do business.

The locals had now called this side of the Kingdom of Acornia the Mobian Badlands.

Within the Badlands was a small bar that people used as a pitstop. Inside, the setup was simple. From entering through the wooden doors, there was a clean counter run by a male Mobian iguana. Behind the iguana were three shelves with all sorts of beverages, from family-friendly soda pop, all the way to the adult whisky and margarita bottles. Of course, there was a sink for him to clean any cups and or other dishes and a backdoor that leads to storage of sorts. In front of the counter stood seven stools for customers to sit on. There were also at least six tables with two chairs (one on each end) with pendant lights hanging from the ceiling.

While a few thugs and thieves were sitting down with drinks in their hands, heckling to each other, three people stood out amongst the crowd.

The first was a muscular gray and white-furred coated wolf who seemed to be in his early two mid-twenties. This Mobian wolf was six feet in height with azure-colored eyes and a tuft of hair with three bangs. On his face were black shades that covered his eyes, meanwhile, he had bushy white-colored eyebrows. On his body was a tuff of chest fur which was above his well-kept physique. For attire, he wore a dark blue jacket that tore up on the sleeves, a black leather jacket with one of the knees possessing a whole on one of the pant legs while he had a dark brown leather belt with a golden buckle that had a wolf's head engraved on it, dark blue and white sneakers, and a pair of black leather gloves.

Sitting at a table behind the stool was a teenage Mobian vixen who looked to be in her mid to late adolescence. She possessed crimson and cream-colored fur, hair that had a hue of mahogany, and baby blue eyes. She wore a dark attire that consisted of a black crop top that showed her midriff, black fingerless gloves, a black-belted skirt, black skinny pants, and black boots her hair had a cute yellow bow tied nicely on top.

Lastly, there was a Mobian weasel who appeared to be in his mid to late adolescence with a long crooked who sat across from the vixen. His fur was violet and white in color and had cerulean-colored eyes. He wore matching brown gloves, a brown and black Stetson hat, brown and white boots, and a brown belt with a holster that carried a high-tech revolver that was modeled after a Smith and Wesson 500 Bone Collector.