The vulcans retreated to their secret clubhouse.
"What happened to hating Brutes?" Nora asked, lounging on a couch.
"I don't really know." Ambrose answered. He removed his helmet, and looked down "We have fought them for so long... I just moved without thinking."
"He did save that Spartan, while he had a giant hole though his body. I've never seen a brute act so honourably" Baldrich said thoughtfully.
Scarlett had become entirely unconscious, as her hive of armour was peeled away. Both of her legs and left arm were broken in several places, alongside several ribs.
Sovekus barely clung to life as Johanna began work.
The young officer who had the responsibility of handling Weapon C looked over the crippled mech. He picked up a clipboard, and began surveying the damage. Points of failure were taken down, and potential improvements were noted. Such an embarrassing failure of his weapon would not be tolerated, this he would make sure of.