“Uh…. Y-yeah, I’m all alone,” Tails admitted. “But I am a mechanic!” he added, pulling himself upright. The orange fox stared at the hedgehog with something approaching defiance, as if expected a rebuke.
There was a dull clanging noise as Robotnik knocked hard on Gamma’s head. “Hear that? You’ve got a reprieve from the scrap pile,” he gloated. A pair of Swat Bots marched over, picking up the damaged robot and dragging him to the repair table as Robotnik pulled over a mobile tool bench.
“Let’s get you fix… gah, what’s that?” Robotnik exclaimed, turning as Beta entered. “Hmph, I think your vocaliser is stuck. Beta, recharge and rearm, we’ll be striking at Mobotropolis next.”