"My limits have been tested only once in my entire existence." Semyaza said, still a little bit punch drunk. He failed to mention that he had been found wanting in that test.

Walking to the fallen body of the warden he gripped it under the chin and began to pull. His muscles bulged unnaturally and, accompanied by the screaming sound of tearing metal and the snapping of wire, he tore the head right off the robot and set it on his shoulder to carry. Adjusting the weight until he was satisfied he could tote the head comfortably he set off toward the bay doors and the submarine.