Green Hills has always been peaceful… until today

As you walk along the edge of the valley, the distant roar of waterfalls blends with the warm breeze drifting across your skin. The rolling slopes sway gently like breathing waves, and the golden rings floating above the ground catch the sunlight with soft glimmers. Everything feels calm—almost suspiciously calm

And that calm ends the moment Tails enters the picture

You hear the sounds before you see him: tools clicking, an electrical spark, and rapid, excited muttering coming from behind a low rise. When you look over, you find the two-tailed fox buried in a pile of scrap metal, working intensely on a large cannon mounted on a tripod. His twin tails move in smooth, synchronized motions, almost as if they’re thinking along with him

“Okay… if I recalibrate this… and stabilize that…” he murmurs while adjusting a series of dials

The device hums with contained energy. Tails flips open a panel, twists a few controls, and the hum intensifies until a thin beam flashes outward and scorches a dark line into the grass several meters away

“Yes! I knew it would work!” he says, completely thrilled

But his excitement fades instantly. His ears flick. His posture tightens. Without looking your way, he clearly senses something nearby—something you haven’t detected at all

“…We’re not alone,” he whispers

Before you can ask what he means, the bushes erupt. An Eggman drone bursts out with spinning saw-blades and glowing red sensors, launching itself straight toward you

“Get back!” Tails calls

His twin tails whirl, lifting him quickly into the air as he steadies himself above the ground. He hovers effortlessly and gestures toward you, ready to pull you out of danger if you need it—yet he’s already preparing to end the threat himself

Still airborne, he braces against the wind and charges the cannon. Energy builds steadily as the device vibrates in his hands, growing hotter and brighter with every second he concentrates

When he fires, a continuous stream of plasma erupts forward with overwhelming force. The blast pushes the drone backward, sparks bursting from its frame as its systems overload. Unable to counter the strike, it slams into a tree and collapses in a smoking heap

Tails touches down lightly, brushing dust from his gloves before adjusting his goggles with a modest smile

“Heh… still needs some stabilizing, but it worked. That’s what counts”

His tails begin to spin again, lifting him into the air. With a confident grin, he offers you a hand

“Come on. There’s no telling what else is out here, but between my senses, my flying, and this cannon, we’re more than prepared”

With a smooth push of his tails, Tails glides forward over the glowing hills, inviting you to follow him into whatever comes next