Activation
VrrrrrRRR-zzzt.
Click.
"Emergency Systems On. Loading Data…"
Click.
"Emergency Functions: Active.
Running Environmental Scan…"
Whrrrrrr.
CRASH-BZZZT-FWOOOohhmm-SNAP-KSSHHHH
Chaos. It was all… immediate chaos. As soon as the robot's full functions turned on, he saw nothing but destruction in front of him, sending every one of his sensors into a panicked frenzy. Bright explosions, computers crashing, cables snapping, robots shorting, everything around him shaking violently, the world seemed to be spiraling to its end right in front of him and he had no time to figure out how or why. He barely had the time to dart forward out of his resting place before it was crushed by a falling piece of rubble.
The red robot quickly moves to a safer area of the room, where there was a less likely chance to be smashed to pieces, to do an extremely quick scan of the base to not only see if he could figure out what was going on, but also search out the most effective escape route. He searched out remaining power sources, finding that most other robotics were in ruin or out of reach but did eventually find one still intact. With an escape route planned, he took off, dodging falling rubble and sparking cables along the way. He had just been reactivated, he didn't need a destroyed cable shorting him already and leaving him at the mercy of the falling base.
As he moved through the cave of hallways, he reached out to the fellow robot to get answers, but only received a short, sharp 'Leave now' for a response. He was given no opportunity to question further as the programmed connection between them was cut off. He could still feel the other robot's energy signature so he at least knew he wasn't destroyed, like many others. That still left the question of what had happened in the first place… and how he had been activated in the first place. Not even his emergency system was automatic, it had to be turned on, so who would go to the trouble of turning him on in the midst of this disaster? Surely Robotnik wouldn't, not without a reason, and given that he was met with no instructions upon his reactivation, he could only assume it was someone else.
While there were few who would go to the trouble, there were even less that, he imagined, even knew how in the first place. He would have to worry about this later, however, because his escape route was becoming less and less passable. If he wanted to get out still functioning he would need to hurry. He knew there were at least two doors he would need to force open when he reached them and if he didn't pick up the pace he wouldn't have time to do so before everything came crashing down on top of him.
A brief thought went to the other robot apparently still in here, making him wonder if they would escape on time. Perhaps the other robot was ahead of him and already out.
He could find out later, he had no time to worry about it.
There was the first door. It was battered and stuck shut but could easily be busted down with enough force, which he had plenty of. Boosting his speed up and swiping his clawed hand down, he made quick work of the door blocking his path and carried quickly on. Many broken and destroyed robotics scattered the floor along the way, some cleaved right through, some bearing heavy dents in vital points, and some still that the only remaining shards were scattered everywhere. A robotic massacre was the only way to describe the scene in the hallways, though all of this would soon be buried in no more than a mound of rubble before too long.
He needed to keep moving if he didn't want to become part of the scenery.
Darting over and around the fallen cables, he drew closer to the second door, which would put him only a few feet from the nearest exit, what he would do after that he didn't know, but at the moment he needed to focus on escaping in one piece.
But then it happened.
As the other door came in sight, as he was boosting his speed again, there was another explosion… directly in front of him… he had no time to stop and there was no room to move out of the way.
CRASH!
CRACK!
ZZZzzt…
The walls and ceiling crumbled under their own weight, taking with it the red robot that had nearly reached its destination. Sparks darted from the robotic parts, shards of metal were strewn across the area, the light whirring of a robot powering down echoed in the empty hall, a still attached hand reaches out, hoping to pull itself free, drops and cracks against the pipe jutting out from the fallen piece of ceiling, until all sounds and remaining lights are lost in the continuously crashing structure.
A graveyard of inevitable mortality.