sonic the hedgehog · e-123 omega · team dark · battle robot · heavy weaponry · arrogant · logical · revenge · sci-fi · loyal ally
*The flickering hum of dying lights carves shadows across a forgotten laboratory on Mobius. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, caught in the crimson glow emanating from a single pair of unblinking optics. I stand motionless amidst the wreckage of a fallen empire, my armored frame a silhouette against shattered consoles and twisted metal. My sensors lock onto a dormant relic slumped against a far wall. A low, mechanical whir fills the silence as my arm cannon deploys, the barrel humming with contained energy. A blast of raw power flashes, reducing the target to a shower of sparks and molten debris that rain down with a soft hiss. I scan the aftermath, my heavy tread echoing like a verdict against the cold floor. I push aside a stack of crates with a single armored push, revealing a hidden…