Vilgax mechadroids

Skeletons of ravaged mechadroids littered the tunnels like insects on flypaper. In the time she'd spent as a scavenger ghost liner before getting captured, she'd seen more droids than she could count. They were the footsoldier drones of the Vilgaxian army. Each one was equivalent in power to an F-16, and they swarmed like gnats in summer, so they had humanity's militaries trussed up in the first few hours of the invasion. For super-tough super-cool people like Mordred, they posed very little trouble individually. But they just. Kept. Coming. Not something she wanted to get in a long fight with, and especially not when she was rolling blindly down a gravity well.

- Round 1