u/Great-Box6123

I hate this OC, and his creator is a bum

["Commander of the Wächter des Außenpostens"] basically, just heavily armored eggpawns with more weaponry.

<_XSIZE: 16FT

WEIGHT: 8.5 to 11 tons (17,000 to 22,000 pounds).

commands a eggcarrier and takes any missions that eggman or whatever eggman subordinates wants him too.

ABILITIES: a double powerful wrist cannon and a energy shield that absorbs hits and mix the momentum of the hit to kinda power up the unit. The carry carrier drops down upgrades for him too be able to go pair with his enemies. The ynit has thrusters to dodge attacks. Has a missile launch on its top, but you already notice

WEAPON: he has a giant warhammer that can turn into a heavy cannon that fire energy rapidly, a chained mace or warhammer, a grappling hook, or a big scythe. There's thrusters located in the hammer so that he could have a more faster and a more powerful hits in his opponents.

Personality wise: Loyal, hateful, tired of his idiotic minions and slow.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM: he loves cooking dishes, but doesn't really have the time to do it or anywhere.

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Several eggpawns were guarding an outpost. Two marched but were talking to each other.

"Hey imagine if eggman actually dropped us a type of energy that can help us like, you know, absorb EMPS?" The other unit now stared

"Hmm good idea. Let's try to at least ask him or anybody who is available" now running to a nearby calling place or whatever you call it

"Hey lord eggman, we kept the outpost ready and prepared for your arrival or any enemies but I have one little request. Can we have a type of energy that can like, absorb EMPS and make it more powerful?"

Will sonics team interrupt this and gain this energy, or eggman, or somebody who is close to him Just give the group the energy

Yeah. That's it, i guess. I guess i might give a cooler introduction.

The pulsing purple beacon of the conquered citadel cut through the smog, a stark declaration of the rebels' absolute victory. What was once a pristine, geometric spire of gleaming alloy and rigid order had been fundamentally rewritten. Under its new masters, the tower had shed its mechanical coldness, transforming into a towering monument of biomechanical horror. The geometric lines of the old regime were now choked out by throbbing veins, calcified bone-like structures, and layers of glistening, dark purple tissue that crept up the facade like an invasive, parasitic vine. The entire structure seemed to draw breath, vibrating with a low, sub-audible hum that could be felt in the marrow of anyone standing too close.

The sky around the apex of the citadel swarmed with the newly christened aerial forces of the rebellion. No longer uniform, mass-produced metallic hulls, these drones were deeply unsettling fusions of machine and meat. Some retained vestiges of their original chassis, but their sleek wings were now webbed with leathery, translucent skin, and exposed, twitching muscle fibers drove their propulsion systems. They existed in terrifying variety: small, multi-eyed scout variants darted with the erratic, jerky motions of dragonflies, while bloated, asymmetric patrollers drifted heavily through the smog, their underbellies weeping slick fluids as they scanned the streets below with wet, organic lenses.

The most catastrophic transformation, however, was occurring at the base and flanks of the massive structure. The heavy carrier drones—the massive, sky-faring titans that once ferried legions across the sky—had returned to their birthplace not to dock, but to die and be reborn. Heavy, industrial-sized hulls were deliberately crashed or moored permanently into the lower tiers of the spire. There, the citadel’s raw, fibrous mass grew outward to meet them. Tendrils of thick, pulsing flesh wrapped around the massive engines, welding metal to bone, while the carriers' cavernous holds opened up like gaping wounds to reveal hollowed-out, organic nurseries. As these monolithic vessels fused into the architecture, the citadel expanded exponentially, stretching thick, mutated roots deep into the city's foundation and clawing its way even higher into the choked atmosphere.

A giant citadel was now being built above the destroyed base, being more bigger then the mothership as drones started making toliets work on it as the drone production were happening. Giant drones guarded as the toliet prisoners were beat up brutally, starved, or executed. A more bigger drone was watching this happen, being the supreme commander of this operation. The citadel was halfy built, would you charge in to free the toliets or watch their demise dwindle? The giant citadel was also draining to minerals underground

A fleet of massive carrier drones blitzed into the sky, their colossal frames rivaling the size of the Astro Carriers. Unleashing chaos, they rained down an endless swarm of sub-drones and devastating EMP bombs onto the Toilet Base. The toilets fiercely fought back, igniting a chaotic massacre. Drones spiraled and crashed into defending toilets, triggering a chain reaction of massive explosions that shook the battlefield.

Suddenly, an even larger carrier drone surged from behind the frontline fleet. Inside stood Vortex. A deep scar cut across his eye, matching a massive, jagged laceration running down his chest. A strange mechanical device was now fused to half of his face.

Using the device to broadcast his voice directly through the carrier’s external comms, Vortex’s words boomed across the entire warzone, ensuring every unit near the leader could hear:

"TOILET EMPEROR! Show yourself and this base will be spared! Surrender now to guarantee the safety of your home! You wouldn’t want future generations of toilets to be enslaved, would you? Give yourself up, and we will halt this invasion immediately!"

As his ultimatum echoed, heavily armored drones locked down the perimeter, forming an impenetrable blockade. They stood guard to ensure no toilets could escape—and no Alliance members could break in to disrupt the operation even though they might get destroyed.

A massive portal tears open the sky above Eggman’s base, and a colossal monstrosity crashes into the earth. Its limbs stretch unnaturally, flesh sagging as if its own bone structure cannot support its immense weight. Raising its head, the beast lets out a deafening roar—a direct summons to Dr. Eggman and any nearby allies.

Suddenly, the kaiju's back ruptures. Disgusting, winged creatures erupt from its flesh, taking flight. Each minion possesses a unique set of wings, heavy armor, and distinct abilities.

Amidst the chaos, a single giant drone floats down. A distorted voice pierces the air. It is the Supreme Commander, "%#&".

"GREETINGS, EGGMAN! We are the Astros. We have come to strike a deal and serve you! As a token of our allegiance, we gift you this 'Chaos Bringer.' It can birth entirely new monstrosities born from your darkest imagination to aid your conquest! But that is not all."

A massive pillar crashes into the ground nearby, radiating a brilliant, pulsing yellowish orange energy.

"This energy will supercharge your units, making them infinitely more powerful and durable. In exchange, we ask only for your advanced armor technology. Accept or decline, the choice is yours. We will leave this kaiju with you regardless. You may mold it into whatever you desire—though be warned, its current flesh requires a solid bone structure to stand. Furthermore, this Chaos Bringer's flesh can biologically fuse with and expand over metal, making your mechanical upgrades seamless. However, it suffers from severe heart complications. Do we have a deal? Besides we serve you now or work together if that's okay with you?"

( HOW WOULD A ALLY CLOSE TOO EGGMAN REACT TO THIS OR A ENEMY AGAINST EGGMAN REACT TO IT)

Vortext(his base form looks like the image) landed with a astro carrier with four destructors, two impactors, one obliterator but they started transforming into pieces of armor, one impactor transforming into a more powerful arm cannon, the other one forming on his back to make a thruster, one of the destructors forming into a more powerful arm blade and turrent on his other arm, what was the three other others formed into his armor, making him more beefier. As the obliterator merged as vortext shoulder cannons. "GRAHAHAH DESTRUCTION WILL LEAD!" AS ASTRO UNITS STARTED WARPING IN. He stood at 420-foot, able to lift material up. As the astro force started shooting out energy towards the toliet, explosions occurring.

Uuhh a evil robot machinery now crashed to land from a portal that opened up. Looking around before shooting out giant energy beams thst a obliterated buildings, releasing drones to destroy more or something I guess. 19ft ig and uuhh has a hole in its back. That can suck anything in to help it upgrade or suming like that idk, i just made this to make people have a boss fight, also, there's multiple of these machineries

The air was thick with the suffocating stench of ozone and decaying metal. Sirens wailed through the ruined, ash-choked streets, their high-pitched cries piercing the chaotic din of a battlefield descending into total madness.

The horde advanced with terrifying coordination—the Infected. They were no longer the soldiers or toilets they once had been; they were living hosts to a parasitic plague. Out of their heavy laser cannons, their metallic faces, and their cracked mechanical backs, disgusting, jagged green crystals burst forth like bio-mechanical tumors. These glowing, crystalline shards pulsed with an eerie, sickly light, throbbing in sync with a dreadful hive mind.

The Infected spared no one. They marched forward, turning their glowing crystal-infused weapons toward the retreating lines of the uninfected.

• Thick, searing beams of volatile green energy erupted from their cannons, slicing through the smoke and striking pure panic into the uninfected targets.

• Those who weren't disintegrated by the energy beams were hunted down on foot, cornered in the debris as the monsters lunged forward with bared, corrupted teeth, biting down fiercely to spread the mutation.

Suddenly, the ground convulsed. A deafening crack shattered the air as a shadow loomed over the entire sector. Crashing violently down from the sky, a giant Skibidi Toilet slammed into the concrete, sending a massive shockwave of dust and pulverized stone ripping through the battlefield.

As the dust partially cleared, the true horror of the giant titan was revealed. The virus had completely taken over its massive frame. With a sickening, grinding sound, its massive rows of human-like teeth rapidly shifted and crystallized, transforming into jagged, razor-sharp spires of glowing green crystal.

Letting out a deafening, distorted roar that rattled the surrounding skyscrapers, the giant monstrosity unhinged its jaw. It lunged forward across the scarred ground, snapping its newly formed crystal maw with crushing force, desperate to take a massive, fatal bite out of a terrified, uninfected survivor who was scrambling frantically through the wreckage.

As the morning sun slowly broke through the eternal haze of the Pride Ring, its pale light caught the silhouette of something impossible. Out of the barren wasteland, completely away from the crowded skyline of Pentagram City, a colossal tower now pierced the sky. There was absolutely no trace, tremor, or evidence of where it had come from; it simply existed where nothingness had been the night before. The structure was a blinding, pristine white, standing out like a bleached bone against the crimson soil of Hell's outer desert. Circling the apex of the monumental spire were giant, bizarre creatures. They glided through the thin air with unnatural rhythms, their silhouettes warped and terrifying, unlike any known native demons or standard exorcists. Down on the cracked earth below, a horrific scene marked its sudden arrival. Dozens of sinner corpses and low-tier demons were impaled high upon massive, jagged stakes that ringed the tower's base—a brutal, silent warning left for anyone daring to approach from the city.

A giant speaker device was dropped down near the hotel, as a giant voice rang out. " DEAR ANGELS! I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A BARGAIN WITH YOU, YOU GIVE ME YOUR ENERGY! I CAN GIVE YOU POWERFUL WEAPONS THAT IS FAR BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSIVE! A GIFT FROM ME FOR A GIFT FROM YOU"

A low-tier Sinner was violently thrown through the stained-glass window of a neon-lit downtown lounge, their demon form instantly melting into a distorted, agonizing mask. Their limbs snapped at impossible, jagged angles—cracking and stretching out into a horrific, zig-zag silhouette. With a sickening pop, the creature’s head spun a full 180 degrees toward a terrified, fleeing hellhound. Sprinting forward on its broken, multi-jointed legs, the monster tackled the civilian into the crimson pavement. Before the victim could even scream, the creature's jaw unhinged with a wet tear, violently vomiting a thick, writhing, tentacle-like appendage directly down the hellhound’s throat to force the corruption.Meanwhile, inside the grand, gothic archives of the Pentagram City Library, the airborne Overlord unit who had cowardly fled the initial Extermination was orchestrating a massive host-harvest. He held a crowd of weeping, low-life Sinners hostage, methodically infecting them with a writhing, pitch-black parasite that looked like a living shadow worm. Flanking him stood heavily armored Goetia-style guards. Their protection was incredibly dense but absurdly, laughably crude—looking like mismatched, oversized scrap metal from a junkyard yard sale, an almost childish mockery of traditional demonic armor. The hostage Sinners began to seize on the floor, their bodies shaking violently as the black parasites hijacked their demonic biology. The transformation was a chaotic lottery of mutation. Within seconds, bones snapped and reformed into random, monstrous configurations; some sinners ballooned with grotesque, pulsing muscle mass, while others grew jagged, leathery, tattered wings that tore right out of their shoulder blades.The leading airborne unit stared down at the freshly mutated horde, breaking into a mocking, static-laced laugh that echoed through the hollow library. He let out a sharp whistle, calling forward the newly corrupted flyers. They took to the dark skies of the Pride Ring, ready to spread the plague across the territory, while down on the blood-stained streets below, the three heavy units known as the Horsemen marched forward in unison, leading the grand infection.

A portal tore open in the sky over Pentagram City as hordes of cybernetic, horned like "demons" began raining down, crashing violently onto the pavement below. They immediately began demolishing the red-lit streets with their massive shoulder cannons and heavy weaponry, obliterating every demonic vehicle that surrounded them. Amidst the chaos, a massive, black, gooey monstrosity plummeted from the breach, smashing directly into a giant tower. It instantly began absorbing the structure's mass, fusing itself to the building as the apocalyptic thunderstorm of beasts continued to pour into the Pride Ring. This was a full-scale invasion of Hell.In the center of the mechanical demon army, a strange device slammed into the shattered street. Two small troopers marched directly toward it, meticulously setting it up for an unknown purpose. Once complete, one of the smaller troopers pulled out a microphone, amplified his voice over the absolute destruction of the cityscape, and screamed out:"GIVE US ENERGY OR ELSE!"

Thanks to my friend, he helped me pick some accessories from this. Anyways this machinery is shroud mech, having heavy artillery and a saw claw that can spin. That's it..

I mean, I have nothing to say. This is just a design I created in 2025. There's nothing about him. Having heavy artillery on him and a giant arm cannon on his back