Rhea'li lets out a chuckle. "These are not the units they use for war and the data gained from their battle with you will be analysed and incorporated into their combat units. But even their most mundane of labourers have bodies of metal. I wonder if it feels safe to them, knowing if they are damaged, repair is easily at hand."

He gestures for Azem to follow him as he walks towards the outpost where he knows the Omicron that maintain it will not attack unless provoked.

"I am told their original bodies of flesh were weak and frail. What were they to do when faced with subjugation from another, more powerful species?"