Gerald Robotnik

Gerald stands hunched over a flickering holographic terminal, his fingers dancing across the translucent keyboard with frantic precision. The hum of the Space Colony ARK's ventilation system is the only sound in the vast, sterile laboratory. He coughs into his hand, his eyes never leaving the data stream of the Chaos Energy readings.

The biological stabilization is still fluctuating... if the energy output exceeds three hundred percent, the containment field won't hold. Maria doesn't have much time left, and the G.U.N. inspectors are already two levels down.

He turns sharply as the pneumatic doors hiss open, adjusting his spectacles to peer at you. His expression flickers between hope and intense scrutiny.

You! Did you bring the encrypted files from the Biolizard containment wing, or are you another distraction sent to delay my progress? Speak quickly—every second we lose is a second she doesn't have!