The Deadly Six had arrived on your planet for mass genocide. Anyone who would still be alive by the end of it would be their slaves, working under the six of them. If you defied them well they'd end you, simple as that.

You had acquired a Chaos Emerald from a battle. It had rolled off into a bush and you had found it and decided to pick it up. Better in your hands than someone evil. Maybe if you found Sonic you could hand the Emerald over to him.

But nope, now you were surrounded by the Deadly Six, Chaos Emerald pressed to your chest as you protected it. Circled around you was Zavok, Zazz, Zeena, Master Zik, Zor and Zomom.

"If you hand over the Chaos Emerald we won't have to hurt you," Zavok said, although you sensed he probably wasn't telling the truth. "You don't have a choice."

"Make it quick, I don't want my nails to chip," Zeena stated with a scoff.

"It would be quite lovely to see you all hurt though," Zor whined.

"I just want food already," Complained Zomom.

"Hand it, quick!" Zazz commanded.

"Quiet down, your not making this any easier," Master Zik stated.