Well, this situation seemed familiar. Surrounded by hostiles demanding his identity at gunpoint. Fun times. Unfortunately, most of those encounters ended violently, and that wouldn't be a good thing to do here. The mobians continued to shout at him, demanding answers, but Jerard wasn't done formulating a response. Eggman was a new word to him, but clearly this person was the enemy to these people. Maybe there was a rivalry between subspecies on this planet? There wasn't anything clear that led to that conclusion. The only major threat according to the information he was able to receive was a 'Sonic'.
Now though, he wondered if there was more to that idea of primitives defending themselves from a more advanced threat. If that was the case and they could somehow scan the communications Jerard made to gather intel, it would be very difficult to talk his way out of this situation. There was clearly only one way to get out of this situation.
"The Esteemed Lord Eggman sends his friendly regards and extends the olive branch of Peace!" Jerard announced in a magnanimous tone. One of the mobians hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.
When he next awoke, he was tied up in a cell, hands above his head and his armour stripped, leaving him stark naked with none of his tools. There were cold icy walls around him. Clearly there was more to this settlement than he thought. There wasn't anyone near him that he could see or sense in the force. They probably expected him to be just another mobian with nothing special about him.
That would be their first mistake, but there's no point in doing anything yet. If they took what he said seriously, he would be speaking to an interrogator soon. In the meanwhile, he'd search for Zapper in the force and his equipment. Fur was a nice help against the could, but his thermal regulating armour would be preferable.
Jerard extended his senses throughout the complex. It wasn't much more than a prison, but he did find Zapper. He was shut down in they were trying to take him apart to examine him. His equipment wasn't in the prison however. He would need to find it elsewhere. He tried to move his hands apart to test the cuffs. An older refined metal. Strong in most cases, but it wasn't durasteel. He could sense the microscopic cracks and crevices that inhabited the cuffs. A Force Shatterpoint would be ideal when the time came to escape.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and two people walking in. One looked like a guard in the most drab looking uniform he'd ever seen. The other was a much stronger built mobian of the northern subspecies. He looked much stronger, but by the look in his eye, he was also smarter. The leader's other eye seemed to have been lost in a skirmish, though that was the extent of any defining features that set him apart besides his more unique garb.
"What's Eggman planning? I know he tries to sabotage the people he tries to take over, but I never expected him to send a mobian in, much less one that wasn't legionized." The leader asked. A few key words resonated with Jerard. Sabotage was the first. It told him how this Eggman operated, tactically weakening the enemy in order to expend less resources. The next word was one he wasn't familiar with. Legionized. He recalled skimming over the word Legion in the data he looked through, but Legionized was a new one altogether.
"I'm what you call special forces. As for the plan, he just sent me in to distract you." Neither were true, but it would keep up the facade for now, even though he had no idea what else to use. He tried to think back to terms that were in the data......
He noticed the surprise in the leader's eye as he thought. Clearly using the distraction excuse made him consider diverting forces away from him, though the next more stern glare he gave told Jerard that he wasn't falling for it. "Special forces? Distract? You almost had me there. The moment I move my people away from keeping you here, you'd escape. I know Eggman, and clearly, you're some kind of special infiltration robot of some kind. It's the only way to explain how you got here."
Jerard rolled his eyes internally, since clearly to him, it wasn't the only explanation, but no one believes an alien that looks like a native would arrive on the planet, despite the glaringly advanced tech they were packing. To these people, clearly anything advanced came from this Eggman. "Well, then why don't you tell me about Eggman then?" He asked. The leader shook his head instead and turned to the guard. "Tighten security. Don't let this one out of your sight for an instant." With that command, the chief left the room, leaving the guard to watch over Jerard.
'That went well.' Jerard mused to himself. He watched as the guards changed over time. They hour of the day was hard to tell in this windowless place. In the peace and quiet of his cell, he decided to meditate. He let the force flow into him, giving him strength and guidance. He looked toward the image of his friends, his clan, seeing visions of their lives after he was gone. Sure, there were more battles, more wars, but he saw the smiles on their faces. They lived. They fought. Eventually, they died. He watched as they fought alongside their mandalorian brothers and sisters for eons to come. Dream or not, the visions gave him peace.
However, everything went dark and a voice called out, on that he never expected to hear again. 'Jerard? Where are you?' He snapped back to reality, his heart racing and his breathing short and fast. He stared at the cold icy floor, his fur becoming matted with frozen sweat. "Hey, Prisoner." Jerard heard the guard say. He had no idea how long he'd been here, or how long he spent meditating. Time meant nothing in this cell.
He looked up to see new faces. One seemed like a younger member of the subspecies he'd been seeing, though wearing much less than everyone else. The other was a new subspecies he'd never seen before. It was female and seemed like some sort of rodent, clearly not from the cold habitat they were currently in. She wore a blue vest and pants along with an odd looking pair of gloves. Jerard could sense the hidden circuitry housed within. They had a very different air to them, and they must have come from far away. The rodent girl was clearly the one he was going to converse with this time by the way she carried herself.
"My name is Princess Sally Acorn. I'm sure you've heard of me." She introduced herself. Jerard simply chuckled. He'd never heard of her, but he was supposed to apparently. She must be one of the leading forces in a faction against Eggman then. And, in this time and place, Jerard's 'enemy'.