[RP Starting Gate: Egg-perial City]
STATUS: OPEN
Egg-perial City. Once Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik's greatest feat of engineering, now lie in ruins: its buildings rubble, swallowed up by the hollowed out earth beneath it. Its badnik forces in tatters, the broken pieces lying about while their batteries run dry. What few remaining cameras still operate absentmindedly focus in on a small, powder-blue fennec utilizes his hydrokinesis to toss aside chunks of debris many times his size.
While Surge was busy elsewhere figuring out what exactly a "biolizard" was, Kit had taken the opportunity to sneak out to the ruins to scour the mountains of wreckage for useful materials.
From this latest pile, he yanks out the severed cranium of a Shadow android. A later model, from the looks of it, when Eggman stopped bothering to make them look exactly like their namesake, but unlike some of the scattered parts he'd found recently, this one happened to have the characteristic red stripes of the ultimate life form.
Kit hadn't quite been all that successful at sourcing E-121 Phi parts for his current project, so this would have to do. Those models were rare as is, given that all known units had been destroyed by the Gizoid years prior. Between that and Clean Sweep Inc. buying up all known stock from private collectors, it meant he had no choice but to look for alternatives. Not even Clutch's private collection had been safe after the Restoration confiscated it from the White Chateau.
This left him in his current predicament. Eggtech was finicky enough to work with as is, but the Shadow Android model was a different beast entirely. It was something that couldn't just be pieced together via traditional means. It had to be grown around an interior skeleton, kind of like what he suspected Starline to have done to him and Surge.
Kit had neither the equipment nor experience required to properly repair these robots, but if he could at least cobble together a facsimile of the hateful blue blur, he might just be able to pull this plan off.
A clattering of metal scrap alerted him to someone nearby. Instinctually, he launched a sharpened lance of water to threaten the neck of whatever unlucky soul had happened upon him.
