Alaska grabbed her M7s tightly as she heard the robots approaching, their heavy footsteps bringing them closer and closer to the ruined house . She held her breath as the foosteps stopped for a second, followed by a shower of dust as the robots punched their way into the house. She aimed her guns at the closest robot to her right, her fingers about to pull the trigger.

Of course, that was the moment the alarm sounded and the robots shut off.

Alaska sighted, dissapointed. She holstered her guns and moved out of the building, stopping in front of a stiff robot as she thought of something. In an eyeblink she had taken her Jiralhanae combat knife and slashed one of the robots chests, a shower of sparks following her strike. The robot stood its ground, still motionless. She sighted and sheathed her knife. "It just isn't the same." She said sadly.

After grabbing her M739 she was about to walk out of training she overhead Washington mention why they didn't use of the robots instead of them. "Well, can a robot do this?" She asked as she threw her knife in the air, let it do a complete flip in the air and then caught it with the tip of her robotic finger. It swayed from side to side but she managed to balance it without taking one step. After a few moments shew threw it on the air again and caught it by the handle, sheathing her blade once more. "Also, we are probably cheaper as well." She added, smirking inside her helmet.