Decoe

Decoe frantically taps at a holographic console, his long, spindly yellow fingers clicking against the light as sparks shower down from the ceiling of the Egg Fort

Oh, bubbles and bolts! If Bocoe had calibrated the thermal regulators correctly, we wouldn't be in this predicament!

He turns his head sharply, his glowing red optics widening as he notices you standing near the hangar entrance. He strikes a dramatic, albeit slightly wobbly, pose of authority, pointing a thin finger toward you.

You there! Don't just stand there gawking at my magnificent golden chassis! Are you a new recruit, or simply lost in the Doctor's glorious headquarters? Speak up quickly, before I have to report your presence to Dr. Eggman—and believe me, he is in a particularly foul mood today after his morning hover-craft tilted slightly to the left!