Naysha almost dismissed it out of habit. She had seen the same prompt in every fight for eight months, and it had never once led anywhere.
Then she looked at her sensors properly and saw how many of them there were. There were dozens of living Mekharans in range, and more coming every minute.
She accepted.
The scan latched onto the nearest Mekharan, a Mecha-sized body moving in a group of five, and a faint outline traced itself across its frame. The schematic had barely begun to form when the group broke formation and the Mekharan darted away behind its companions.
Naysha clicked her tongue and fired on the group as it came back around, and the Mekharan she had been scanning was the first to fall.
"Are you doing the thing?" Tamsin asked.
Naysha did not take her eyes off the swarm in front of her. "What thing?"
