***trying to comply, Base…but internal bonds on main body structure are weakening…I’m losing all grappling capability***
Johnny Winger gritted his teeth and lifted his head up into the swirling maelstrom of swarming ‘bots, letting the sleet sting his face with a million razor cuts. He squinted into the teeth of the gale, shaking his fist. “Not this time, Tallant! Not this time…ANAD, I’m taking over…I’m taking command—“ He tapped a few strokes on his wrist keypad and moments later, the ANAD master was in his hands.