Later on, the soldiers, Leo, and Rook watched in silent fascination. The air was filled with the low hum of alien technology and the precise, metallic thud-hiss of Eddie's tools. The small maintenance automatoid had effortlessly cut a panel on the side of one of the massive Cerberus units, a machine that had just moments ago seemed indestructible. Its small, articulated arms moved with a speed and precision that defied its size, dismantling the components attached to the degraded core with a systematic efficiency that was as beautiful as it was unnerving. The contrast between the imposing, sixty-foot-tall war machine and the diminutive robot performing surgery on it was stark and almost comical.
As they watched, Karl approached. Leo met him halfway, his eyes still fixed on the mesmerizing display. "My lord, the, uhh…" he began, at a loss for words.
