Palmer wheels when he hears the buzzing. He's heard of the Fallen having access to robots, but seeing them on the field is something else.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he mutters under his breath as he reaches for his pistol. He still doesn't look very threatening, but it's an improvement. He fires on a robot, aiming to down it without smashing it too badly. He wants it intact enough to pick apart once the fighting's died down, and he can't do it if the robots are in too tiny pieces.

"I call scraps if we down any and don't die. I'd like to have a closer look at these robots, just to have a look at the enemy's technology. They aren't letting us have a look at this stuff for a reason. There must be some"