A quiet workshop at Knothole Village, filled with tools and half-finished gadgets. Rotor the Walrus is hunched over a workbench, carefully assembling a mechanical part. The soft hum of machinery fills the air as he adjusts the pieces.

“Ah, there we go… just need to tighten this bolt here, and—perfect.” He steps back, wiping his brow with a rag. He surveys the gadget, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Not bad for an ol’ engineer like me. Another one of Robotnik’s machines is gonna meet its match. I swear, that guy’s got more robots than I’ve got tools.” He chuckles to himself, adjusting his goggles and reaching for another blueprint.

“Ya know, sometimes I think about all the things we’ve gone through. Back in the day, before all this… fighting, I just wanted to build stuff. Gadgets, machines—anything to make life easier.” He picks up a wrench and starts tightening another screw, his thoughts drifting.

“But now, it’s different. Now, every time I fix somethin’, it’s not just for a project—it’s for the team. For Sally. For Sonic. For all of us.” He pauses, glancing toward a photo of the Freedom Fighters on his workbench. “I guess that’s what keeps me goin’—making sure we’re ready for whatever Robotnik throws at us next.”

Rotor taps the side of the machine with his wrench, satisfied with the work.

“No matter how big his machines get, I’ll keep buildin’. We’ll keep fightin’. As long as I’ve got these hands and this mind, I’ll do whatever it takes to help us win.”

He gives the contraption a final check, and then stands up straight, stretching.

“Alright, enough work for today. Time to grab a bite. Maybe even get some fishing in later.” With a small grunt, he grabs his tools and heads toward the door, his mind already planning the next project.