Katz descended to the hangar deck, pulling on a pair of black gloves as he strode. The bot keeping pace behind him.
He neared the site of the fight, coming to a stop as he crossed his arms, watching them a moment as the warbot undulated behind him, pistons hissing and armour plates flexing.
Stop! he commanded. Weve seen enough. Go back to the Commissar-Commander, and tell her to give you paperwork. I want to see if you can use your brain as well as the rest of you. Lt. Warner I need you to pilot me to Volgograd aboard the Social Credit. Were departing immediately
Without another word he turned and marched towards the Storm class gunboat readying for take off.