Rusty
Rummager

In the dimly lit corners of Jasper Hawthorn’s workshop, where the gleam of polished metal gives way to the patina of the forgotten, the Rusty Rummager scans his surroundings with an eye as sharp as its purpose. This back-alley scavenger, a connoisseur of the disregarded, is a robotic embodiment of one man’s trash being another mech’s treasure. Its cylindrical body, crafted from old pressure vessel and bearing the scars of many recoveries, hums softly as it sifts through heaps of metal refuse. The Rummager’s scan is as likely to spot a rare cog or a weathered trinket, each piece a puzzle in the grand design of its mechanical mind. With “The Finder” proudly emblazoned on its chassis, this robot turns every alleyway into a treasure hunt, every scrap into a possibility, proving that even in rust, there is a story waiting to be retold.